Stern-Miri-Female

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[rs=2]	Name: Stern Nickname: Stern Age: 6 years Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Breed: Grey Wold Pack: Miri Pack Bought Items: Nothing yet Likes: Running Sparring Pups Dislikes: Water Flies Losing a fight Fears: Lightning Drowning Death Dreams: Find a pack that accepts her Overall Personality: Stern is slightly reserved, and when she meets a new canid, this can lead to her seeming just a tad cold. However, once she comes to know them better, she warms up quite quickly, although the change just seems to come naturally. She is rather intelligent, and has quite a capacity for critical thinking. When things go wrong, she finds it easy to see how to fix things to the best and continue. She does have a slight superiority complex and always thinks that she knows the best way to do something, although she usually bites her tongue. When things go wrong, she doesn't rub it in that she noticed that it would work, and instead throws her entire soul into fixing what has come up. When she finally chooses to place her loyalty to a pack, she is very loyal, to the last, some say. She has a slightly sarcastic sense of humor, and this comes to light when she feels comfortable around her companions. History: Stern was born when humans still ruled the earth, and grew up in a small pack, where she learned loyalty. Her mother, however, was killed by a human hunter. She swore revenge, and found the man. Killing him, however, didn't bring her mother back, so she started wandering, lost. During this time, she found her affinity for a pack to protect, and so now she seeks to join the Miri pack, Role-playing Sample: (My threads aren't ususally -quite- this long, but it's the same vein as I usually post in... I just had 10 posts to reply to, and it's a 'class') Peter smiled as Cara was the first to walk into the room, “Good morning, Ms. Kitchi.” He knew that this class wouldn’t be too much of a challenge for her, since she seemed to know everything, from what he had gathered from his talk with her when he had first arrived at the academy. He watched her sit down and organize her table. He glanced back up to the door as he heard another student entering and smiled at the redheaded girl who came in, “Good morning.” He noticed that she seemed to know Cara already, but then another student arrived, and he looked back up, smiling, “Good morning.” He realized that she didn’t greet anyone, but she did start writing down his name and the date... Perhaps they would be surprised to learn that they wouldn’t be taking too many notes, or perhaps they would know what to expect. It would probably end up around fifty fifty, the only question was, which half would be surprised? For the fourth time that morning, he smiled at the girl coming in and spoke, “Good morning.” Couldn’t he think of something more interesting to say? As a brunette walked in, he smiled again, “Top of the morning.” Oh, that was Lindsey, the girl with the dappled grey gelding he had met on the trails. Well, he had known she would be in his class, so it wasn’t a surprise. Another girl came in, but Peter’s smile was still on his face. She didn’t greet him, and he returned the silence. To the next two girls, he just said, “Good morning,” the glanced around the room. Only two more missing, right? He glanced at his watch, almost time to start. At least everyone was on time so far. He heard someone saying his last name and looked up to see a male standing there. This would have to be Tyson Wilcox, the only guy who had signed up. He didn’t correct the mode of address, thinking that he would go over that when he started the class. He smiled slightly at the boy’s question, “You were allowed to, of course, Mr. Wilcox.” It was a gender-neutral class. He wasn’t sure why more girls had signed up, but, well, he couldn’t really change it. He looked back at the door as the last kid came in and smiled briefly at her. Cutting it close, but she was here on time, so he didn't say anything. Glancing at his watch again, he realized that it was time to start the class. No one was here that he would have to tell that they had one last absence or tardy before he dropped them, for which he was grateful. He disliked having to be mean to kids on the first day of school... Or any day of school, honestly, unless they deserved it. He stood up from his armchair and let his grey eyes run across the tables with students, “Welcome to Equine Reproduction Class.” He walked over to the whiteboard, which he had seen many students looking at as they came in, “As you may have noticed, or not, as the case may be, my name is Sir Solomon. The title of baronet was bestowed to my grandfather by the queen of England for his service, and as it passed on to my father after my grandfather’s passing, after my father’s passing, may he rest in peace, it was passed to me.” A brief lesson in peerage, and in his history, although he probably should have left it. However, he always liked having things explained to him, and he didn’t doubt some people were wondering about why he asked for the honorary title in front of his name, in exchange for the more common ‘Mister’. He glanced at the whiteboard again, making sure he had taken care of everything, then turned to the class, folding his hands. He felt the rough surface of the signet ring on his hand, and the gemstones of the phoenix ring that he wore at all times. The two aspects of him that formed him, one he would talk freely about, the other, one he would never speak about except in certain company. “As you may or may not be aware, much of this class will be hands on experience. This hour you will spend in class will hopefully not be the only time you are here in the Evening Primrose barn, as you will have other homework, as I will explain to you in a moment. But however, before we begin with the class, I would like to ask all of you to take a moment to introduce yourselves to myself and your classmates. Your name, and you may add some brief information you would like to share with the class, if you so desire.” He clasped his hands behind his back as he listened to the class introducing themselves, one at a time. He knew who was in his class, of course, but it would help him if he could match names to faces. Also, he would get a good look at each student, and he would be able to make last minute revisions to the horses he had assigned each kid before he had known them. However, it seemed like everything would be fine, which was rather helpful. After each student had finished introducing themselves, he nodded, giving them a moment to remember each other’s names, before he started speaking again, “It is a pleasure to have all of you in this class.” Well, the pleasure remained to be seen, how they would act in a classroom environment, and with horses, but the formality was there. “So, this year, the class will be focused mostly on the journey a mare undertakes when she is pregnant, and what is going on inside.” He smiled at the class, “To better understand this journey, you have each been assigned to work with a broodmare. Most of the mares have already been impregnated by studs of my choice, at varying times, and you will be receiving that information shortly.” He looked around at the body of students, “Does anyone have any questions before I start telling you all who is assigned to whom?”
STERN. TWO YEARS.