Post by ¤ Bella Muerte on Sept 21, 2008 15:41:30 GMT
DO NOT STEAL THIS CHARACTER: THAT MEANS NOT STEALING THE NAME, THE PERSONALITY, THE LOOKS, THE HISTORY ANYTHING. IS THAT CLEAR? IF I FIND OUT THAT ANYTHING ABOUT MORRIGAN IS STOLEN, DIRE ACTIONS WILL BE MADE. THANK YOU <3
[Full Name//] Bella Muerte (meaning beautiful death)
[Full Name//] Feo
[Nicknames//] Bella; Bell; Bells; Muerte; Mo; Mortie
[Nickanmes//] Creature; the Evil One; the sorcerer; the thing[/color]
[Preferred Name//] Muerte
[Preferred Name//] Feo[/color]
[Age//] 2 years and 3 moons
[Age//] Around 3 years[/color]
[Gender//] Female
[Gender//] Male[/color]
[Pack//] Ronco Zanna
[Pack//] Same as Bella; where ever she is[/color]
[Rank//] Alpha Female
[Rank//] Same as Bella; where ever she is[/color]
[Appearence//]
Full blooded dog through and through, Muerte looks like a normal German shepherd, not a hair different from any others. On the outside. On the inside is something different... something sinister. And also something that she wishes would disappear. But what others see is a reddish-tan coat with a blackened muzzle and spots in the pattern of a German shepherd. Around her neck is a half circle that warps around the back on her neck and cuts into her throat, though leaving tan places. Her shoulder are strong and muscled, like her breed, but unlike her breed, she is unusually small for a female. Small head shot, showing throat. More decent, kind looking Muerte. Another picture of her, in the bright sunlight. New head shot
[Appearance//]
Feo looks like a regular grey wolf because that's what he is. His belly is a light smoky grey, almost white, and the color gets darker as it travels up his body. He is strong and muscular. He has thick, mane-like fur down his spine and big, over-sized paws. HIs tail is long and bushy with ruffled, messed-up fur. However, the grey doesn't sure totally black on his spine; it is still a grey color. Feo 1 Feo 2 Feo 3 See that's what feo looks like. ^^[/color]
[Personality//]
Trapped inside herself, Muerte fights a war with her being everyday. She yearns for the blood of wolves to be covering the ground and her paws. She hopes for wolves to some day be vanished from the earth, with her help. But at first, when she was born, she didn't feel this way. At first, she loved a wolf with all her heart. That was until he was killed by another of that wretched species. And what he did to her. Now she just hopes for the memory of him to go anyway and for wolves, every last one of them, to crease to exist.
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[Past//]
Bella Muerte was born a house pet and she was the only one in her litter. When she came of age, her first owners sold her off, into a new home. For a year, she fit in nicely with that new neighborhood, but one night she ventured outside and into the forest. There she met, Feo, a grey wolf (with an very aggressive personality) who became her best friend as well as lover. Time passed and Muerte became more and more drawn to Feo and his dark arts. He dreamed of walking the world as a ghost after his death and torturing his friends and enemies. That very night that he said those words, he ended up getting killed by another wolf. For a long while, Bella mourned his death, but then it all changed. She grew a hatred for wolves, and yearned to slaughter and kill the whole species. She became vicious, though never at her home. Night after night she trails into the forest, seeking other dogs that would help her reach her goal.
--- will update later when her history grows
[Past//][/color]
[Family//]
Mother// Sora
Mother// Lizzy[/color]
Father// Nero
Father// Lucifur[/color]
Siblings// Unknown
Siblings// Unknown[/color]
Old Mate// Feo [Decreased]
Old Mate// Bella Muerte[/color]
New Mate// None as of right now
New Mate// Will never have one[/color]
Cubs// None as of right now
Cubs// Will never have any[/color]
[Sample Introduction//]
Twilight sparkled fresh and wonderful in the night sky. Clouds covered the horizon, their purple-blue hues stretching into another layer of colour on the sky. Night was yet to reach this place know as Transylvania, but it was on its way. The luminous, warming light of morning was gone, and was replaced by a bittersweet coldness. The wind was gentle and faint but with a bit of winter's chill still in its clutches. As night captured the earth in her unbreakable grasp, everything seemed to quiet and soften. That was why night was Bella Morte's favorite time of day. Nothing seemed to stir at night because almost all the creatures were sound asleep, or watching their surroundings with hushed and gentle grace.
That was what she was doing, watching her surroundings. Unmoving, she lay atop the rough ground, her tan colored head lifted in alertness. Her shoulders were tense, the fur along them bristling with tension. Orbs, bright with the tempestuous hue of tawny, gazed intently through the think foliage of the woods. The tip of her ebony tail twitched almost insignificantly at her side for she'd been sitting there for quite some time. Patience seemed to radiate off of her now, though it was only temporary. She wasn't usually this storm-less; her sudden mood swings brought out a different her and they happened often. But the tranquility the day had provided had calmed her nerves for the moment and thus resulting in the calmness of her mood.
An owl hooed loudly in the tree behind her and she jumped at the shrill sound. Her bristling tan hued head whipped around unexpectedly to face the source of the sound. A low snarl rumbled deep in her chest when she spotted the naughty bird and ripped past her teeth. The owl remained as still as before, its huge eyes staring out behind her head. Swerving her head around once again, she focused on the absolute darkness that had caught the owl's eye. Nothing was there. Paranoid, she sprang to her paws.
This was exactly the thing she'd been expecting; that she would go insane from being alone. And finally, it was happening. Her head jerked roughly as she shook her her to clear her thoughts. She was not going insane. After putting a few yards between her and the rude owl, she scented a smell on the breeze that sent her muscles into a frozen position. Wolf.
Now was her chance.
[Graphics//]
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