Post by Dyme on Feb 18, 2011 23:23:54 GMT -6
Dyme Carrat Wolf
Eyes: Firey Red
Hair: black with natrual purple tints
Skin:pale
Build:small and dainty but athletic
Appearance: In my human form... My face has sharp features: Tight cheek bones, pointed chin and teeth, firey red eyes framed by long, thick, black eyelashes. All that rests upon a small, dainty nose, that is coated by a lovely, flawless skin with a pasty complection, framed by black lockes with a purple tint.. Even my fingernails are pointed. I'm a lean, mean, fighting macheine. I have long legs and narrow shoulders, so I am agile and I move about the trees freely.
In my wolf form... I have jet black fur and the same firey, red yes that dwell into souls of my victims. I just have thise kind of eyes- they are so sharp, on first glance you swear they have stabbed you. And they have, and when I take the knife out I can almost sence your weaknesses. That effect only intensifys in wolf form. I have even sharper teeth, long claws, tinted purple.
Likes:Rabbit, deer, hunting, being alone with family and friends.
Dislikes: Being with someone she dosen't know, wolves, humans, cats, bears, music, that akward stage in every realitonship
Race: Strange-Eyes
Habbits: bites nails, hums
History: When I emerged from the ashes in wolf form, I had absolutley no memory. Out of the few who did have a memory, though, was my best friend. She was the only thing I rembered. She was all I had. So, she told me everything about myself: through the funny and the sad, the mmad and the confusing. She helped me through it all. Then, one day, while we were hunting, somrthing happned to me and Gale, both. We turned into humans.
We were turned down by our pack, so the group of Strange-Eyes ran off. Soon enough, we all went our seperate ways. Two males and three femaes to the west, four mothers and pups to the west, a male toward the northeast, and Gale and I north. Thats when I relised something. One male hadn't left. He was following us. I ignored him, my first mistake. When Gale and I made camp, I woke up to Gale screaming. The man was using a rusty knife to attack Gale, but it was too late. She ha died. Pissed, I grabbed his hand and slit his throaght. Then, realizing inj horror what I had done, I allowed the contents of my stomach empty. Then, I ran.
I followed a stream through a burning desert. I followed it into a town. I settled there, in one of the few houses still in tact. The numbness has settled in, and now I kill just about everything that comes in range of my bow, or my knfe.
Family:all dead
Fears: Darkness, rust
Personality: I am firey, a hint of rebellion fueling my personality. I tend to stay alone, prefer not to mate, but I woldn't mind it, I pretend I can stand killing things. But, the thing is, ever since I killed that man, I want to throw up every time I make a kill. But I can't let my enemys know that. Or, they would use it against me, like tricking me into thinking I killed Gale. In case you can't tell, I'm over imaginative.
I have something like shifter ADHD, and that keeps me alive in a fight. I twtch, but notice every movement my opponent makes. I can dodge quickly, but I cand strike as fast. I have to be in wolf form to do that.
Eyes: Firey Red
Hair: black with natrual purple tints
Skin:pale
Build:small and dainty but athletic
Appearance: In my human form... My face has sharp features: Tight cheek bones, pointed chin and teeth, firey red eyes framed by long, thick, black eyelashes. All that rests upon a small, dainty nose, that is coated by a lovely, flawless skin with a pasty complection, framed by black lockes with a purple tint.. Even my fingernails are pointed. I'm a lean, mean, fighting macheine. I have long legs and narrow shoulders, so I am agile and I move about the trees freely.
In my wolf form... I have jet black fur and the same firey, red yes that dwell into souls of my victims. I just have thise kind of eyes- they are so sharp, on first glance you swear they have stabbed you. And they have, and when I take the knife out I can almost sence your weaknesses. That effect only intensifys in wolf form. I have even sharper teeth, long claws, tinted purple.
Likes:Rabbit, deer, hunting, being alone with family and friends.
Dislikes: Being with someone she dosen't know, wolves, humans, cats, bears, music, that akward stage in every realitonship
Race: Strange-Eyes
Habbits: bites nails, hums
History: When I emerged from the ashes in wolf form, I had absolutley no memory. Out of the few who did have a memory, though, was my best friend. She was the only thing I rembered. She was all I had. So, she told me everything about myself: through the funny and the sad, the mmad and the confusing. She helped me through it all. Then, one day, while we were hunting, somrthing happned to me and Gale, both. We turned into humans.
We were turned down by our pack, so the group of Strange-Eyes ran off. Soon enough, we all went our seperate ways. Two males and three femaes to the west, four mothers and pups to the west, a male toward the northeast, and Gale and I north. Thats when I relised something. One male hadn't left. He was following us. I ignored him, my first mistake. When Gale and I made camp, I woke up to Gale screaming. The man was using a rusty knife to attack Gale, but it was too late. She ha died. Pissed, I grabbed his hand and slit his throaght. Then, realizing inj horror what I had done, I allowed the contents of my stomach empty. Then, I ran.
I followed a stream through a burning desert. I followed it into a town. I settled there, in one of the few houses still in tact. The numbness has settled in, and now I kill just about everything that comes in range of my bow, or my knfe.
Family:all dead
Fears: Darkness, rust
Personality: I am firey, a hint of rebellion fueling my personality. I tend to stay alone, prefer not to mate, but I woldn't mind it, I pretend I can stand killing things. But, the thing is, ever since I killed that man, I want to throw up every time I make a kill. But I can't let my enemys know that. Or, they would use it against me, like tricking me into thinking I killed Gale. In case you can't tell, I'm over imaginative.
I have something like shifter ADHD, and that keeps me alive in a fight. I twtch, but notice every movement my opponent makes. I can dodge quickly, but I cand strike as fast. I have to be in wolf form to do that.
Dyme