Post by MorbidFascination on Oct 4, 2012 22:16:03 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] Oneca. 3 Years. Outsider - for now . | |
[rs=2] | Name: Oneca Nickname: One, Ace Age: 3 years Gender: 100% female Sexuality: Straight Breed: Grey Wolf Pack:Outsiders - for now Likes:
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Overall Personality: Oncea lives up to her name. She has a fiery personality and likes to cause grief. Her favourite game is to push peoples buttons. Oneca has an unending need to see where everybody's line is - meaning when her antics become amusing/irritating to causing anger. Her speech is smooth yet her words are blunt. She is not one to beat around the bush, if you piss her off she'll tell you. That being said, once you have her trust she'll be loyal till the end. She travels from place to place, looking for acceptance even though her attitude can make it hard for others to accept her. Oneca fools herself by saying she doesn't need them, even though a small part of her wants to be able to trust someone with her life. History: Oneca grew up as pup of the Alpha pair in her pack. Being one seven pups was not a hardship for this sharp-tongued female. Her fiery personality was mirrored by a few siblings and smothered by others. Oneca hold no ill will towards her blood relatives but has not seen or heard from them since she had wandered off at the meager age of 10 months. Her ego had gotten too big for the small, close-knit pack, so off she went exploring for a few months. When Oneca's lonely life drew her back to her home territory for about a year and a half she had lived peacefully with her family and her newfound mate (whom she had brought back to the pack in her travels.) One night would haunt the female for the rest of her life; it was the night of a human invasion. She would flee the territory only to come back years later in search for forgiveness. Oneca wandered through the temperate forests of her forsaken homeland. The female was lost in thought and memories. It had been years since her form was seen in these parts and even then she doubts that anyone would recognize her now. The harrows of her life were clearly marked on her form, each trial and tribulation danced in her eyes. She knew not what had brought her here, to this cursed land. Its earthen face still held the faint odour of the foul black powder that blazed from the steel muzzles of the marauding humans. Her pace slowed as her furred paws felt a depression in the terrain. The well furred cranium atop her shoulders seemed to be pulled down to the ground by some otherworldly force. Tender black nose tissue moved against the coarse earthen particles, dust filling her nares, her mind filling with aching memories of her kin that had lain prone on this very soil. Oneca had fled the cold flash of the human muzzles after they had killed her mate, she ran like the hounds of hell were on her heels, her ears plastered to her head trying to block out the screams. Before the invasion her coat had been an unassuming shade of gray. She had not stopped to bathe for days after her flight, Oneca’s only concern was to lose the destructive creature that had decimated her mate. It was the blood of her kin that had stained her pelt that night. It was no coincidence that her pelt was permanently tinged with the metallic copper shade of blood. It served as a permanent reminder of her cowardice and inability to fight and protect those who were most dear to her. Some mistake the coloured fur for an allusion to her fiery personality, if they only knew the true nature of the colour. It seemed that the gods thought it fitting to change her pelt to the colour of life’s elixir since she escaped the human’s slaughter. For the following years Oneca kept to herself, the quintessential lone wolf, never tarrying in one territory for long and evading all contact with other canines whenever possible. Her life was nomadic in nature for years as Oneca punished herself for fleeing with her life as her pack died with each blinding flash of a steel muzzle. It was approximately three months ago, as the last brown leaves fell off of the trees, that Oneca felt the tug to her soul that led her to the cursed land upon which she now stood. Raising her regal head, Oneca’s amber eyes scanned her surroundings landing on the scarred bark of the encompassing trees. Her gaze kept roaming the terrain searching for the reason why she was called here, the last place she’d want to be in this life. Unable to ascertain any meaningful shape in the twilight hue of the sky, Oneca instead searched for a shelter where she could spend the night. Curling up at the base of a particularly large tree Oneca finally let her mind spin out of control and into a fitful rest that night. In the light of a new day, Oneca left the scene of destruction, heading for the safety of the mountains. It was in her steep trek up the mountain slopes that brought her to the borders of the pack Insubordination. Seeking comfort of others Oneca crosses the lines and heads for the middle of the territory, searching for acceptance into the pack. Role-playing Sample: (From a different character) A small breeze passed through the awakening forest. The leaves on the trees seemed to be painted in the dawn colours. A wave of silence fell throught the reviving woodlands as an alabaster predator tread through it. Birds hushed their mating calls not wanting to draw attention to themselves as the large predator passed by it's tree. Little did they know that the beast's mind was elsewhere as she tread through the mossy undergrowth of a forest in spring bloom. Her once pure white pelt was disheveled and streaked with dirt, tufts of white fur clung to her pelt as the beast was "blowing" her winter coat. There was dried blood around her muzzle that she had neglected to clean off after her narrow escape with a hungry and desparate puma. Her gait was uneven due to a large, now infected, gash in her left hind paw. In her hasty escape she had run head long into a river and cut her paw on a sharp rock on the riverbed. That had been days ago and Abban had barely stopped since. With her injured leg and poor coat condition Abban was sure she'd be seen as easy prey by any predator. It was another day and a night before Abban's body betrayed her, she fell heavily to the ground where she stood. Her eyes closed blearily, fighting exhaustion. Her ears tried to stand at attention when they heard footfalls coming towards her. She opened her eyes, not realizing that she had closed them to she an intimidatingly, large, white, healthy, male wolf standing before her. Unable to do anything else she closed her eyes and prayed that she would open them again and still be in this world. |
MorbidFascination. 1.5 years. |
