Post by veddy on Nov 2, 2009 16:14:01 GMT -5
Arube
[/size]"I scraped my knees while I was praying
And found a demon in my safest haven
Seems like it’s getting harder to believe in anything
Than just to get lost in all my selfish thoughts
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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): She will allow those that are close to her to call her 'Rubes.
AGE: 3 years
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: 76 lbs
BUILD: Skinny and lanky
Arube is fairly small and skinny, despite being a timber wolf. She is poor at hunting, so she is incredibly malnourished, making her weaker than average. She is easily taken advantage of because she is so small, and is bullied by just about any wolf she comes across. Her main fur colour is dark, dark gray. Her front legs have dark gray stockings, along with her back legs, and her underbelly is also this shade of gray. The gray goes from a bib, where her cheeks meet her neck, and go on to halfway down her tail. All of her small paws are white, like her sister, who she has a lot of visual similarities to. Her top coat is pure black, shining blue in the moonlight. Her tail tip is dipped in white. Her muzzle is lighter gray, and her ears are black. She has gray dots over her eyes like Vedemera. Arube has a round head and a tapering muzzle. Her almond-shaped eyes are light amber, with a grieving look to them. Overall, Arube is a very homely she-wolf. To some she is pretty, though in a cute kind of way. To others she is depressingly ugly and annoyingly meek.[/ul]
thoughts that make me go insane
,[/size][/color][/font][/font]but make me who I am ,[/center][/size][/b][/color][/font]
PERSONALITY:[/blockquote][/font]Arube is dependant and obedient, making her a good pack member. She is not a very good hunter though, as mentioned before. She isn’t very proud or defensive, though she will object to pity and charity. She isn’t very sociable, but does not mind simply having company, and will make friends if she feels like it. She doesn’t talk much, as she is naturally quiet and soft-spoken, never offering her opinion. If she is asked, she just goes with what most of the others are saying. Arube is flexible; she is adaptable and can go with the flow. She does not make a big deal out of anything. One could say that she just doesn’t care. Arube doesn’t like anything younger than her, and will avoid them. She isn’t really sure why she doesn’t like cubs. She is more comfortable with yearlings and adults. If one actually makes it into Arube’s inner circle, they would find she is very loyal, but in the end she will run away instead of help. Speaking of help, she isn’t very heplful anyway. Arube may be intelligent, but only in her thoughts, not so much the spoken word. She doesn’t like sharing her ideas. Other things a friend of hers may notice is that she has a morbid, dark sense of humour than often ivolves death or something weird. She doesn’t have much experience with others, so she misses many memos about being social. Arube is smart and strategic, prefering careful planning as opposed to action. She thinks too much, which is probably a cause of her being so quiet- all the talking is going on her head. In a nutshell, Arube is intelligent, quiet, loyal and flexible. She doesn’t like cubs, and is a bit of a coward. Arube is also very sensitive, and is hurt easily. She doesn’t like being insulted or made fun of, especially about her size. She has problems standing up for herself, so she is very depressed and sad all the time, and tends to avoid others when she is in that particular mood.
LIKES:
• Food(any food)
• Her space, regardless of whether she is in a pack or not
• Kindness towards her
DISLIKES:
• Rudeness or spite directed at her
• Being crowded by others
• Cubs
all over my shoulder,
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Calamus – Mother[Alive, whereabouts unknown]
SIBLINGS: Vedemera – Sister[Alive, wandering]
Ty – Brother[Alive, whereabouts unknown]
OTHER: N/A
HISTORY:
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Arube was the youngest cub of a brood of three. The parents of the three were were two timber wolves names Calamus and Kai. Calamus was an average gray and tan timber, while Kai was a sturdy, muscular black male. Kai was patrolling his small territory, when he stumbled upon the most beautiful she-wolf he had ever seen. The two wolves acted as though they wanted nothing to do with each other, but in reality, they loved one another more than life itself, though they would never actually admit that. It was Kai who summoned the confidence to confess his true feelings. The two falling in love was nothing new. Thus, unto the world a never-ending alliance is born.
Arube was a quiet and thoughtful little cub. She never bothered with her family, and could be found sitting by a river or staring at a rock. She was full of strangeness when she was young, and her siblings stared in wonder as she talked to herself while staring at things. They always thought she was muttering about what the shape means, but they could never be sure, as she was always mumbling under her breath, so most of her words were unclear. Her father frowned upon this, and so offered her any food last, making her an omega. Arube never said anything against it, though she wondered why her father treated her like that. This malnourishment meant that Arube was ill prepared for the journey that lay ahead.
Arube almost died while her and her family went of the journey. She was constantly hungry and weak. Her only support was her sister, who she developed a very strong bond with as a result. Arube was so relieved when they arrived near Dachau. She finally developed half-decent hunting skills. She could and can still only bring down rabbits, thought since she was used to eating little, she found surviving off small rations wasn’t so hard. She was finally kicked out of her pack, not long after Vedemera left. Her father just got sick of her. Arube now walks alone, along the borders of the pack lands, looking for a place to call home.
(The first paragraph of the history is from Ved's bio.)
