Koko|WIP

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KOKO[/b]

Ta peine
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NAME; Koko

pronunciation; none
nickname; none
meaning; none
origin; none

GENDER; female
AGE; two summers
BIRTH SEASON; summer
SPECIES; gray
PACK PREFERENCE; none
RANK; none

FUR COLOR; gray
EYE COLOR; violet
BODY BUILD; lithe, tiny, slender
UNUSUAL MARKINGS; whirls at the corner of her eyes

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION;

It's not the color of her pelt, or even her eyes that first grab her audience's attention, no, the beginning step for her is her size. For a wolf, she is absolutely tiny, reaching only the size of a labrador retriever she is the essence of petite.

AFFILIATION; dark
SEXUAL ORIENTATION; bisexual

LIKES!;

• Litany
  
• screams
  
• blood
  
• world domination
  
• torture
  

DISLIKES!;

• Litany
  
• lights
  
• darks
  
• neon colors
  
• cannibals
  

PERSONALITY!;

main bulk of personality goes here. Add anything that wasn't described above. AT LEAST TEN SENTENCES LONG!!

HISTORY!;

`MOTHER: Kariana;dead
`FATHER: Shira;dead
`SIBLINGS: Mora, Illinar, Runia, Orent;dead

`MATE: Litany
`PUPS: none

• Born to a light pack
  
• Grows up
  
• kills family
  
• meets old wolf
  
• learns from him
  
• kills him
  
• over takes a pack
  
• loses pack to usurper
  
• meets Litany who has same dilemma
  
• destroys their old packs singlehandedly after months of mental torture
  
• wreck havoc wherever they go
  
• Comes to Tartarus
  
• Sneaks around for a bit
  
• come up with a plan to infiltrate a light pack
  
• executes plan
  

THEME SONG(S)!;

• "LE BIEN QUI FAIT MAL", BY MOZART L'OPERA ROCK.
  

MEMBER NAME; Whitey

RP EXAMPLE;

It was strange to be treading where her ancestors had tread, so strange, because she had never had the chance to call a Weyr home. None of her brethren had. But this was their home now, at least for a little while, regardless of how many grumbled. The woman rubbed her shoulders, fingering the knots that had taken it upon themselves to be forever present in her muscles, regardless of how many reassurances she received from anyone, the stress just didn't disappear. She was simply glad she hadn't been transferred to a new Weyrhold and then suddenly the Weyr, as the weyrlings she had just finished visiting had.

It was her duty as Junior Weyrwoman to make sure that everyone was settling in, but she was beginning to think that her presence more of unsettled the weyrfolk and riders rather than helped it. She had been hoping to leave all those memories behind at the Weyrhold, but with her quarters about the weyrfolk themselves and Oranath only a voice in her head, that hope was truly distant. Besides, even after five Turns the incident was still fresh in everyone's mind, especially hers, even she hadn't realized Oranath had been infected until it was too late. It had taken sevendays to get the blood off her person, at least to her own mind. Sighing to herself, she stretched, peering across the Weyrbowl in the early morning as the Weyrlingmaster passed her to take a look at his charges.

You are troubled.

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There it was, that disembodied voice that no longer had a body for it to match to. At times, she thought she was going insane, maybe she'd never Impressed at all and the people around her were just humoring or, or perhaps Oranath was already dead, who knew.

I'm not dead, stop being silly. We just cannot see each other, but our minds are still linked,[/color] the gold replied, slightly exasperated.

I know dear heart, I know, Laredda replied, ending her stretch as she glanced at her guards so easily hidden among the waking weyrfolk, stationing themselves around her where she couldn't find them. But see, after Turns of this, it just became far too easy to snag a glance of them. She knew Oranath had it worse though, bronze dragons flanking her wherever she was, ordered by the senior queen not to let her loose. Senior queen her ass. Just because Oranath was supposedly sterile did not mean that brat from Cove got to come in and push her own people against her even more. Laredda inwardly bristled, feeling her temper rise to the surface for the fourth time that morning (she wasn't gonna lie, seeing those weyrling flinch from her had been irritating) and she worked to settle herself before managing to reply to Oranath somewhat calmly, I'm always troubled now and with the same exact things.

Then stop being troubled. All will be well soon.[/color]

"I wish I had your optimism," the Junior Weyrwoman muttered to herself ebfore heaving another sigh. She barely still held onto the right to call herself that let alone a goldrider, and next month held the Council where they would decide Oranath's fate. Whoop-dee-doo. [/font][/blockquote]

WHERE DID YOU HEAR OF OUR SITE FROM;

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Leto wouldn't stop bothering me. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW BRO?
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ORIGINAL LAYOUT BY CHAY AT `LONG WAY FROM HOME!
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