Post by Keaire on Mar 5, 2009 13:48:36 GMT
Name: Keaire (means "little dark one")
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf
Age: 2 years
Pack Member or Loner? Pack member - the Vengerid, hopefully.
Physical Description
Pelt Colour: As her name suggests, Keaire has a dark pelt. Not quite black, it is more shadow-like, the individual hairs that make up her coat are grey beneath and black-tipped giving the semblance of black unless some movement or wind disturbs it.
Markings: Three curved stripes of a light, slightly blue-grey on the left side of her neck (towards the back), the top one is the longest, the second a bit shorter, and the third(bottom), the shortest.
Eye Colour: Dark gold, like honey.
Height: Slightly smaller than average
Build: Light and lithe - definitely built for running and/or sneaking around.
Personality: Keaire is a mischief maker. She has always enjoyed jokes and pulling pranks on others, but is very sweet and caring underneath her trouble-making exterior. She is perceptive, and so knows when mischief would be misplaced, and is a bold leader, fearing little.
Keaire has a rather noticeable accent - fairly Scottish-ish.
History:
Family All family unknown for now...
Mother:
Father:
Siblings:
Mate:
Sample Introduction:
Lowering herself into the tall grass silently, Keaire keeps her eyes fixed on a bright green cricket in front of her. Once her body touches the ground the ash-pelted fae goes still and begins to look like a statue, apart from the playful twitching of her fluffy tail behind her. The fae is young, but fully grown and in her prime, and though she is often mischievous and playful, those qualities are simply an exterior, and only present when they are appropriate.
Grinning at the bug, she blows slightly, making it jump away, startled. "Oh ho, no worries for ye, ya wee cricket. Ye'd not make a very satisfying snack." Deciding she's played with bugs enough for the day, she gets up easily and trots away from the center of the meadow, a sea of tall waving grasses. As she nears the outer edge of the area, she hears a faint howl, and a small smile appears on her face. Lifting her maw to the skies she calls back in answer, her voice a somewhat gruff but easy alto tone. Starting off toward the other howler before the echoes of her howl have faded, she lopes easily away, winding her way through the well-known forest swiftly, knowing the best route.
((Since I still don't have a "great" idea of her, the sample intro wasn't great. Tell me if you'd like me to do more, Koiji, ^^ otherwise I'm finished.))
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf
Age: 2 years
Pack Member or Loner? Pack member - the Vengerid, hopefully.
Physical Description
Pelt Colour: As her name suggests, Keaire has a dark pelt. Not quite black, it is more shadow-like, the individual hairs that make up her coat are grey beneath and black-tipped giving the semblance of black unless some movement or wind disturbs it.
Markings: Three curved stripes of a light, slightly blue-grey on the left side of her neck (towards the back), the top one is the longest, the second a bit shorter, and the third(bottom), the shortest.
Eye Colour: Dark gold, like honey.
Height: Slightly smaller than average
Build: Light and lithe - definitely built for running and/or sneaking around.
Personality: Keaire is a mischief maker. She has always enjoyed jokes and pulling pranks on others, but is very sweet and caring underneath her trouble-making exterior. She is perceptive, and so knows when mischief would be misplaced, and is a bold leader, fearing little.
Keaire has a rather noticeable accent - fairly Scottish-ish.
History:
Family All family unknown for now...
Mother:
Father:
Siblings:
Mate:
Sample Introduction:
Lowering herself into the tall grass silently, Keaire keeps her eyes fixed on a bright green cricket in front of her. Once her body touches the ground the ash-pelted fae goes still and begins to look like a statue, apart from the playful twitching of her fluffy tail behind her. The fae is young, but fully grown and in her prime, and though she is often mischievous and playful, those qualities are simply an exterior, and only present when they are appropriate.
Grinning at the bug, she blows slightly, making it jump away, startled. "Oh ho, no worries for ye, ya wee cricket. Ye'd not make a very satisfying snack." Deciding she's played with bugs enough for the day, she gets up easily and trots away from the center of the meadow, a sea of tall waving grasses. As she nears the outer edge of the area, she hears a faint howl, and a small smile appears on her face. Lifting her maw to the skies she calls back in answer, her voice a somewhat gruff but easy alto tone. Starting off toward the other howler before the echoes of her howl have faded, she lopes easily away, winding her way through the well-known forest swiftly, knowing the best route.
((Since I still don't have a "great" idea of her, the sample intro wasn't great. Tell me if you'd like me to do more, Koiji, ^^ otherwise I'm finished.))
