Post by Chrissy <3 on Dec 24, 2011 0:38:06 GMT -6
Name-
Luna
Gender-
Female.
Structure-
Abilities-
She makes a great leader, truly cares for others in her pack, and has very good fighting skills. Also has good maternal skills.
Drawbacks-
Lacks the patience nessecary for hunting, knows little about healing skills and is not a believer in the help of the ancestors, which can cause issues with interactions with a healer.
Age-
4 Winters
Personality-
This is one case of a wolf whose bark is just as bad as her bite. She backs up anything that she has o say with tooth and claw, and is not afraid to prove it. She does not delve into her history with other wolves, and getting into that subject will bring out a vicous side of her. When around pups, Luna turns into the most gentle being known to this side of the mountains. She has many quirks about her and a great sense of humor, and is not afraid to display her playful side.
Past-
Luna is not from the area, like many of the other wolves living here now. She traveled from the south after a terrible raid that rendered her sick and injured and killed many of her other pack members. All that were left afterwards either joined the new pack or scattered, and she was one that chose to leave rather than stay and conform.
RP Example -
A soft sigh escapes her rosy lips, her dark eyes glaring at anyone that passed by. Jessica Warner was not your average teenager. She had once been, but that part of her was gone, leaving behind a twisted, angry and lonely spirit. Her once broken leg was propped up on a chair beside her, her faded blue jeans and cotton tee-shirt hiding the scars and bruises that explained her past. Dark red square toed boots with scuffs around the sides scuffed across the floor, and she winced slightly as it made a loud squeaking noise.
What was this she had gotten herself into? A more mild version of hell, if you asked her. Prison was the only other choice, and that would have been worse. Jessica shifted her weight in the chair, swearing quietly as a shock of pain rolled up into her hips. The doctors had declared her completely healed, though they said the pain would never go away completely. It didn't hurt all the time, just whenever she moved it in a certain way.
Her tanned arms crossed in front of her chest defensively, green eyes scanning the room once again for signs of life. Strands of nearly black hair swept in front of her face as she leaned forward, straightening the spurs on the back of her boots with another long sigh. It was so boring here. This had not made a good impression on her so far.
Luna
Gender-
Female.
Structure-
Abilities-
She makes a great leader, truly cares for others in her pack, and has very good fighting skills. Also has good maternal skills.
Drawbacks-
Lacks the patience nessecary for hunting, knows little about healing skills and is not a believer in the help of the ancestors, which can cause issues with interactions with a healer.
Age-
4 Winters
Personality-
This is one case of a wolf whose bark is just as bad as her bite. She backs up anything that she has o say with tooth and claw, and is not afraid to prove it. She does not delve into her history with other wolves, and getting into that subject will bring out a vicous side of her. When around pups, Luna turns into the most gentle being known to this side of the mountains. She has many quirks about her and a great sense of humor, and is not afraid to display her playful side.
Past-
Luna is not from the area, like many of the other wolves living here now. She traveled from the south after a terrible raid that rendered her sick and injured and killed many of her other pack members. All that were left afterwards either joined the new pack or scattered, and she was one that chose to leave rather than stay and conform.
RP Example -
A soft sigh escapes her rosy lips, her dark eyes glaring at anyone that passed by. Jessica Warner was not your average teenager. She had once been, but that part of her was gone, leaving behind a twisted, angry and lonely spirit. Her once broken leg was propped up on a chair beside her, her faded blue jeans and cotton tee-shirt hiding the scars and bruises that explained her past. Dark red square toed boots with scuffs around the sides scuffed across the floor, and she winced slightly as it made a loud squeaking noise.
What was this she had gotten herself into? A more mild version of hell, if you asked her. Prison was the only other choice, and that would have been worse. Jessica shifted her weight in the chair, swearing quietly as a shock of pain rolled up into her hips. The doctors had declared her completely healed, though they said the pain would never go away completely. It didn't hurt all the time, just whenever she moved it in a certain way.
Her tanned arms crossed in front of her chest defensively, green eyes scanning the room once again for signs of life. Strands of nearly black hair swept in front of her face as she leaned forward, straightening the spurs on the back of her boots with another long sigh. It was so boring here. This had not made a good impression on her so far.
