Darastrix [female]

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[rs=2]	NAME. Darastrix [dare-uh-stricks] ALiAS. the Dragon AGE. 2 years GENDER. female BREED. Reaper [arctic wolf] PACK. Outsiders RANK. loner HEiGHT. 28 inches WEiGHT. 113 pounds PHYSiCAL DESCRiPTiON. Darastrix, for the most part, is white in color. her coat is thick and coarse, difficult for weather and enemies alike to penetrate, and is even thicker around the neck. however, she does possess an almost tan color on the backs of her ears, the elbows and knees of her legs, and a faded saddle on her back. her face, in keeping with her Reaper species, is a bare skull. all skin has long since peeled away, leaving her with no gums, no nose, and a tongue that is half the normal length. the bone of her skull has been carved, decorated--it looks like this. her tail has since evolved into something much akin to a lion's: it is thin, no extra fur as a tail normally has, and ends in a tuft of fur. as far as muscle goes, she is far from lacking. for a female she is built rather thickly. she has a broad chest, a strong jaw, and muscular legs. at first glance she can seem very masculine, but the smart wolf would never say so in her presence. the one redeeming quality about her is that her gait is very fluid, despite the musculature of her body, and she is quite agile. speed has never been on her side, but stamina is a close companion. PERSONALiTY. there is no single word to describe this wolf. she is the product of her two short years in the city, and nearly as cold and hard as the stone beneath it. she is young, by most wolves' standards, but that has done nothing to brighten her bleak outlook on life. Darastrix was named for the ferocity of her hatred and the heat of her vengeance, akin only to the creatures of legends: dragons. she has taken this name to heart and become a truly formidable individual, in both mind and body. intelligence has never been a problem for Darastrix. she isn't an einstein of the wolves, but she is clever and cunning. her area of expertise lies mainly in war and violence. battle tactics and ways to inflict more damage are usually at the forefront of her mind. she's spent most of her life studying lupine anatomy and knows where to hit to paralyze an opponent or permanently cripple them. others refuse to fight her, fearing that she will hold nothing back. though you could never get her to admit it, she has a rather cruel view on things. if a pup wanders into the woods and gets lost, she couldn't care less. maybe if it was her own she would search for them a day or two, but other than that she couldn't be bothered with it. why? because it was the pup's own fault it was lost, and it deserved whatever it got. if you can get yourself into it, you can get yourself out of it, and that's the way it is. now, having made her out to be this big bad wolf, i have to say that she isn't always thus. okay, so she's that way 99% of the time, but that's only because she hasn't found someone to really give a shit about. it would be cliche to say that she's big and tough on the outside to keep others from hurting her, and that doesn't describe her in the least. instead, she's tough because that's the way she is. she isn't hiding from anyone or anything. she simply wants someone that she can take care of and love. until then, everyone will be treated with the same cold respect as always. HiSTORY. Vyth and Orn were born on separate ends of the Red Rock Rise animal reservation. they were born to small family packs, and raised to be perfect representations of their pack. Vyth, pronounced like lithe, was the most girly girl you could have ever met. her mother made sure that she knew she was a girl and that she should fret over every broken nail. Orn was the complete opposite, as his father was responsible for. he could bite a skull in two and win any fight. to hear the tales of her perfect parents made Darastrix sick. Darastrix was born to the "perfect couple" and raised to be the "perfect daughter." if only her parents could have quit admiring themselves and inflating each other's egos long enough to give a damn about their children. when they were first born, Darastrix and her brother and sister were nothing more than a means to get attention from the public. their perfect parents made sure that every wolf on the reserve knew about the litter and how perfect they would grow up to be. once they had been weaned from Vyth's milk and able to eat raw meat, they were all but abandoned. to this day Darastrix refuses to divulge what happened to her siblings and herself after they were abandoned. her eyes seem to cloud over, a burning hatred flickering within them, as she calmly directs the conversation elsewhere.
CROW. 12 YEARS ROLEPLAYiNG.