Post by Statik on Jan 25, 2011 17:19:41 GMT -5
OOC Name-CJ
IC Name-Statik
Gender-Female
Age-13
Appearence-I'll try to be modest, but what by most people tell me, I asume this is true. I have beautiful, silky black fur that shines in any given light. My eyes are supposedly half-moon shaped, with large beutiful pupils, framed by a light blue, which is stunning to most. I dont like my ears, the way they curve forward so slightly, eager to catch any sound of prey.
What I really hate about myself is my scars. They line down my body, and on my underbelly is a very large scar, still healing from my latest escape, that starts at the base of my shoulder and curves down to the center of my stomach. I feel so misfitted, like my creator made me on accident, or like I was just some fun project he messed up on. My legs are too long, and I feel like they are too skiny.
Biography- When I was born, I was the Alphas child, and heir to the Alphess spot in a far away pack. They said I would make a good warrior, but one quick movement in the wrong direction changed that. Hunter? Not a chance. Healer? Nope. Puppysitter? Nada. I messed up every task I was given. Finally, my parents had had enough. They disowned me, and gave me to an omega pair if wolves with no children. I guess they really hated my parents, because they would attack me any time I made a reference to them. Thus, my scars. About three days after I was disowned, I had enough. I grabbed a dead fawn, and I ran away.
I was only a year at the time, barely old enough to hunt where I was from, but running away was easier that I thought it would. I thought that if some border patrol spot me, they would have me killed. But, as it turned out, I walked right past them without them caring. At the time, I thought it was because I was one of the Alpha pups, and they didn't want to disrupt me. But now, I raelise, that they didn't care about the paint on my forehead in the shape of the crown. They just wanted me out. So I left, dead fawn dragging along by me, all alone. I stalked through the woods until I came upon a large river. I ate the fawn quickly (and I regret so, because it left me fat and unable to hunt for a month) and walked into the river. I let the paint wash off my forehead, and left it flowing down the rive. The river I named Broken Dreams, and lived at until I was 3 years old.
When I was three, a small group of lonley, hungry wolves was looking for food, and they found my Broken Dreams paradise. I was sleeping at the time, so it was not until I woke up to a large rrriiiippp that I noticed what was happening. At this point, they were eating the small band of 3 pups I had found the day before. I, like an idiot, screamed. That set them off. They each charged at me, leaving me with nowhere to go but up. So, I did what I had to. I leaped up, claws etended, and landed on their leaders back. When I jumped off, I knew that my claws were digging deeper into his sorry flesh. I glided in the air, and landed gracefully on the riverbank. My front paws dug in, causing my backside to swing around so that I was facing the crooks, the monsters. I growled loudly, making my third mistake. Two of them charged at me nwhile the other one recovered. I sent myself flying toward my right. My fourth mistake. He grabbed me by the back of the neck, and then the other joined in. Together, they shoved me against a tree, knocking multiple, thorny branches down. I fell to my knees, my eyes closed, and I didn't need them to know what they were doing. But then I felt three painful whimpers. Two others had loined in, aparently on my side. I watched in horror as the battle raged on, blood everywhere. Finally, after it was done, I looked closley at one of the wolves. That was my brother. I tripped as I tried to turn away, realising what he was there for. I slid along a gigantic branches offspring, knowing that it was searing into my skin. I got up and ran away, not caring about the blood trail I was leaving behind me.
I ran faster and faster, until I found the place I currently call home. I am looking for a pack, any pack, and a mate, any mate. All I care about is escaping the people and the life I once knew.
Personality-When you do not know me, I can seem very moody, snobbish, and fairly mean. I am fairily weary of who I trust, and If I do trust you, you are lucky. If I don't trust you, I could kill you on the spot ... Maybe not. But I could still put up a fight. And I am likley to tell you "no" to almost any question. I close myself off to those who I don't know, revealing very little, if anything. I don't want my weakness to be held agaist me.
I am lovable and complicated on the inside. I don't mean harm to others, although it may look like I do. I am really a sweet person. I just need someone to help me let that part of me show.
I hate, hate, hate spiders. I can stand snakes, blood, missing eyes, but never snakes. I can't stand to see my familys mark either. I just can't. I know it means their looking for me, and I know they wan't to kill me.
Family?-
Unknown/Mother/Dead/Statiks mother died in a raid from an enemy attack. She was angry at Statik for failing every task she was given.
Unknown/Father/Dead/Statiks strange father died in an enemy raid. He was against the desicion to disown his only daughter, but went along with it anyways.
Volcano/Brother/4.5/Statiks older brother, Volcano, is a strong, handsome young boy who will stop at nothing to kill her. He was told by his dying parents that if he could kill her, he would be the next Alpha. He was the one who saved her from the attacking wolves. He did not know that while he was looking for his sister, an enemy raided his pack and killed his whole family. He still wears the family crest.
Other-N/A
IC Name-Statik
Gender-Female
Age-13
Appearence-I'll try to be modest, but what by most people tell me, I asume this is true. I have beautiful, silky black fur that shines in any given light. My eyes are supposedly half-moon shaped, with large beutiful pupils, framed by a light blue, which is stunning to most. I dont like my ears, the way they curve forward so slightly, eager to catch any sound of prey.
What I really hate about myself is my scars. They line down my body, and on my underbelly is a very large scar, still healing from my latest escape, that starts at the base of my shoulder and curves down to the center of my stomach. I feel so misfitted, like my creator made me on accident, or like I was just some fun project he messed up on. My legs are too long, and I feel like they are too skiny.
Biography- When I was born, I was the Alphas child, and heir to the Alphess spot in a far away pack. They said I would make a good warrior, but one quick movement in the wrong direction changed that. Hunter? Not a chance. Healer? Nope. Puppysitter? Nada. I messed up every task I was given. Finally, my parents had had enough. They disowned me, and gave me to an omega pair if wolves with no children. I guess they really hated my parents, because they would attack me any time I made a reference to them. Thus, my scars. About three days after I was disowned, I had enough. I grabbed a dead fawn, and I ran away.
I was only a year at the time, barely old enough to hunt where I was from, but running away was easier that I thought it would. I thought that if some border patrol spot me, they would have me killed. But, as it turned out, I walked right past them without them caring. At the time, I thought it was because I was one of the Alpha pups, and they didn't want to disrupt me. But now, I raelise, that they didn't care about the paint on my forehead in the shape of the crown. They just wanted me out. So I left, dead fawn dragging along by me, all alone. I stalked through the woods until I came upon a large river. I ate the fawn quickly (and I regret so, because it left me fat and unable to hunt for a month) and walked into the river. I let the paint wash off my forehead, and left it flowing down the rive. The river I named Broken Dreams, and lived at until I was 3 years old.
When I was three, a small group of lonley, hungry wolves was looking for food, and they found my Broken Dreams paradise. I was sleeping at the time, so it was not until I woke up to a large rrriiiippp that I noticed what was happening. At this point, they were eating the small band of 3 pups I had found the day before. I, like an idiot, screamed. That set them off. They each charged at me, leaving me with nowhere to go but up. So, I did what I had to. I leaped up, claws etended, and landed on their leaders back. When I jumped off, I knew that my claws were digging deeper into his sorry flesh. I glided in the air, and landed gracefully on the riverbank. My front paws dug in, causing my backside to swing around so that I was facing the crooks, the monsters. I growled loudly, making my third mistake. Two of them charged at me nwhile the other one recovered. I sent myself flying toward my right. My fourth mistake. He grabbed me by the back of the neck, and then the other joined in. Together, they shoved me against a tree, knocking multiple, thorny branches down. I fell to my knees, my eyes closed, and I didn't need them to know what they were doing. But then I felt three painful whimpers. Two others had loined in, aparently on my side. I watched in horror as the battle raged on, blood everywhere. Finally, after it was done, I looked closley at one of the wolves. That was my brother. I tripped as I tried to turn away, realising what he was there for. I slid along a gigantic branches offspring, knowing that it was searing into my skin. I got up and ran away, not caring about the blood trail I was leaving behind me.
I ran faster and faster, until I found the place I currently call home. I am looking for a pack, any pack, and a mate, any mate. All I care about is escaping the people and the life I once knew.
Personality-When you do not know me, I can seem very moody, snobbish, and fairly mean. I am fairily weary of who I trust, and If I do trust you, you are lucky. If I don't trust you, I could kill you on the spot ... Maybe not. But I could still put up a fight. And I am likley to tell you "no" to almost any question. I close myself off to those who I don't know, revealing very little, if anything. I don't want my weakness to be held agaist me.
I am lovable and complicated on the inside. I don't mean harm to others, although it may look like I do. I am really a sweet person. I just need someone to help me let that part of me show.
I hate, hate, hate spiders. I can stand snakes, blood, missing eyes, but never snakes. I can't stand to see my familys mark either. I just can't. I know it means their looking for me, and I know they wan't to kill me.
Family?-
Unknown/Mother/Dead/Statiks mother died in a raid from an enemy attack. She was angry at Statik for failing every task she was given.
Unknown/Father/Dead/Statiks strange father died in an enemy raid. He was against the desicion to disown his only daughter, but went along with it anyways.
Volcano/Brother/4.5/Statiks older brother, Volcano, is a strong, handsome young boy who will stop at nothing to kill her. He was told by his dying parents that if he could kill her, he would be the next Alpha. He was the one who saved her from the attacking wolves. He did not know that while he was looking for his sister, an enemy raided his pack and killed his whole family. He still wears the family crest.
Other-N/A