Post by beloved on Sept 23, 2009 17:25:25 GMT -5
Beloved
[/size] ”Sometimes I think I worry too much, but it doesn't matter...”[/b][/font]
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this is me in the flesh
,[/size][/b][/font]and you just get to stare ,[/center][/color][/size][/b][/font]
NICKNAME(S): N/A
AGE: 2 years old
GENDER: Female
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taste the sky,
and let me walk this earth ,
[/color][/font][/b][/center]and let me walk this earth ,
WEIGHT: 139 lbs
BUILD: "heavy and thick, this breed is hardy and covered in a fluffy coat to keep out the cold. they have long legs, used for scaling high mountain peaks."
GENERAL: Beloved's coat is a light beige color with hints of black. Her eyes are widely spaced with light brown irises. Because of this different appearance, she often would look surprised, or even "pup-like" to others. In between her eyes, there is another marking not really true to her breed. It is like a dark red blotch, which reminds her of dried blood. When she was young, it had only been a small dot, but as she grew so did the strange marking. Overall her expression is that of a good-natured she-wolf, with a serious but kind disposition in her speech. She have a long neck, the sort that makes her seen out of proportion to the rest of her body. Her body sports a heavy and fluffy coat and also long legs. Beloved tend to stand with her back leg stretched out, whether if it's out of habit or not. Her head is always held low, unless she feels in danger or ready to fight. Even though she isn't the biggest of the Himalayan Wolves, she is gifted with large paws. However it is more like a "curse", as when she hunts it provides perfect warning for the prey as her large paws would make enough sounds to scare a sleeping animal.
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thoughts that make me go insane
,[/size][/color][/font][/font]but make me who I am ,[/center][/size][/b][/color][/font]
PERSONALITY: No one is sure what her true motive is, or what she is thinking. Sometimes, not even her closest friends know the true meaning behind her actions. Despite this, others thinks of her as a strong and gentle wolf. Mature enough to handle serious situations, Beloved is often described as a leader at heart. But even though others acknwledged this, she waves it off as nonsense. In truth Beloved could feel rather insecure at times, and worries much because of this. Like all wolves, even the gentle Beloved can have a darker side. It stemmed from her childhood, one of which she would never give a hint about. Beloved can manipulate others, if not easily then forcefully. If they refuse, Beloved would use a threat underneath something that sounds like a caring suggestion to others. And so, she rarely does this, instead she would search for others to do her work. She changes her mind frequently about things, so do not trust her in a promise. Beloved hates being relied upon, mostly as she likes keeping to herself. Born as a somewhat anti-social wolf, Beloved detests crowding and loathes being in one. Most of the times she likes to stay afar from serious business, and she would only step forward if she feels the need to.[/blockquote][/font]( 200+ words describing your character’s personality *)
LIKES:( At least 3 )
• *Taking long strolls
• *Sleeping under the sun with no interruptions
• *Being able to convince others to do stuff
DISLIKES:( At least 3)
• *Being relied upon
• *Crowding of wolves and being part of the crowd
• *Loud mouthed and arrogant wolves
• *Failing
all over my shoulder,
[/color]but it keeps coming back to haunt me ,[/b][/font][/color][/center][/size]
SIBLINGS: *N/A
OTHER: A childhood friend that supposedly died
HISTORY: Born from rogue parents, Beloved never really was officially born into a pack. Her mother always told her she was very special, and that even if she is forever grateful for having such a special pup. Because Beloved was born last, she was the center of unwanted attention from her siblings. Normally the youngest is typically the runt of the litter and as such was thought to be weak and undesirable. Yet their mother simply dotes on her, and for this reason her brothers and sisters became rather jealous. Yet Beloved finds nothing wrong with this, as she had made herself a friend. He wasn't a wolf to speak of, but rather a dingo. For a time, the two was inseerable. Except when their mothers would call for them. One day, something tragic happened in the death of Beloved's friend. Mysteriously, she could not remember what exactly happened; like if it is an accident or not. Traumatized and angry, Beloved returns home and not speaking for a few days. Gradually she does return to her old self, except now she had developed a masked feeling. Taking advantage of her appearance, Beloved could express her more negative emotions without anyone finding out by acting as a more gentle wolf. Only her mother knows this, as several nights before she had confided it to the old she-wolf while the others was alseep. Naturally her mother did not think it''s a good idea, in fact Beloved was persuaded to think it is an unhealthy medicine for her lose. Even though her mother knows best, Beloved could not help but feel rather conflicted still.
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we go over it again and again,
[/color]and it never seems to change ,[/color][/b][/font][/center]
A young she-wolf stood in front of a large oval shaped stone, her expressions grim and solemn. Rarely can she express such true emotions. And it is even rarer for her to mourn. For the very sight of this normal looking stone reminds her of her dead mother. It was a special place, where the wolf called Beloved stands at. It is the quietest of the place she could find, and the place where her mother and unknown father had met. To ensure no one comes while she is here, Beloved had asked a flock of ravens as seeing-eye in exchange for fresh rabbit meat. The idea of bargaining with other species was taught to her by her mother. She said it could be the start of a peaceful relationship between her and other meatin eating animals. Yet the words seem so dead after she was gone. Dead, by old age. Beloved never knew what her mother is thinking, and so she had no clue how her emotion was like when she knew it is time to die. Beloved had heard, that dying may perhaps be the most closest thing to sleeping, except you don't wake up. And that is why, Beloved had a small curiosity in death. But she would not touch upon it for now, as her mother would be quite unhappy if she were to see her daughter thinking of such a subject. A small wind swept by, cool and refreshing under the sun. Suddenly the sounds of wings flapping close caused Beloved to look up. Two crows were flying towards her, their small beady eyes flickering toward the ground for a landing. "Are you done yet?" one screeched impatiently. "Because we are getting tired of hopping about in the same place!" Beloved inwardly sighed and giving a curt bow with her head she replied, "Yes, sorry for your time, you and your friends may leave." As soon as she finished, the two crows cawed in unison, relief rushing through their minds and off they went. After seeing their shape disappearing into the horizon, Beloved took another glance at the stone. "Good bye..." And off she went to, and the only thing on her mind now is to find somewhere to sleep.
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