Post by » Foxx on Jul 23, 2008 17:40:05 GMT
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[Name//] Foxx[/sub][/quote][/blockquote][/color][/font]
[Age//] 3 Years
[Gender//] Fae.
[Appearence//]
Foxx is not like most dainty females, she's tall for her kind, a fighter amongst the weak. Her jet black fur is course in feel, her cute pup fur long gone, her lithe sleek build is ideal for her hunting skills, as well as her fighting. Her shocking emerald green eye can pierce through the faintest of hearts with one, slow determined look, making her look almost patronizing, although that doesn't fit her personality. She doesn't hold many appealing markings, no thats not like her. She's just black. Plain. Just like her. But thats how she likes it, Personality over looks. Thats always the key.
[Personality//]
Playful, cheerful, loving, compassionate, those are just a few words that seem undermining when talking about Foxx, her ability to love without question is definitely both her strong point and her weakness, she has a tendency to be over trusting, leaving her vulnerable. Most take her kind nature for granted, her love for most people is like second nature to her, probably since she acted more mature from the lack of her family members. Although, Foxx comes across as a 'happy go lucky' female, she won't waste time to assert her position amongst the pack. Many other wolves tend to spend their time trying to undermine her desicions and orders, but her ability handle a situation calmly and effectively without causing any kind of trouble usually ensures that her authority is clear and will not be disputed.
[Past//]
Foxx's life didn't start of as expected. Her mother Sparrow, almost died during Foxx's birth. She had never quite recovered from the shock, and treated her daughter as a burdern for a long time after that, her eyes showing only a haunting ghost when she looked at her...
[Family//
Mother// Sparrow
Father// Unknown
Siblings// N/A
Mate// None as of yet.
[Sample Introduction//]
Is it okay if I take one from TA? You know how I rp =3He could hear her running, the sound of her rapid heart pounded in his ears as he ran after her. His figure was nothing but a surreal blur within the tree's, a flash of pale skin contrasting against the navy of his thin top. Oscar was getting closer to her. It wasn't a hard job, he was a vampire nothing in this world could outrun him, nothing could even compare. But it was also the one thing he knew she feared. He could feel her pain, the pain she was feeling from that day her own father lost control. He had witnessed it from afar unable to help because he knew he couldn't control himself, or at least thats what he's come to convince himself, it was futile he knew, but he knew he had to try to forget that day, to try to forget what happened, but he couldn't. Oscar didn't even know them, he had only briefly seen Anne when she was alone walking around, but still, he didn't know them.
He stopped for a moment frozen in motion, his face contorting into a deep frown, his lips twitching up in pain. His power, or as he called it the curse, was too much for him, he could feel her pain, the anger, the sadness, the loss. He could feel all of it. He walked silently through the tree's wincing occasionally as the pain flooded through him. He didn't know why he was following her, well that would be a lie, he does know why, but he didn't want to admit it, no it couldn't be true. He threw the thought out of his mind, concentrating on finding her. He closed his eyes clearing his thoughts and breathed in and out a few times trying to fix his concentration on something other than her pain. His eyes snapped open as he smelt the one thing that would make this situation a whole lot more difficult. Blood. He clamped his jaw shut in restraint, his teeth grinding together as venom pooled into his mouth. His almost golden eyes visibly darkened as he battled with himself.
Slowly he took a step, only one at a time towards where he could hear her crying, he could feel her body tremble with pain as he shuddered, the mix of that and her flowing blood was becoming way too much. Oscar struggled with himself, wrapping his arms around his stomach, in an attempt to ease the pain he felt as well as trying to restrain himself. He carried on walking at human pace his eyes wincing as pain shot through him, he could see her now, he was approaching her from the rear. He knew she couldn't hear or see him so he sat down, cross legged on the rough undergrowth, his hands still firmly gripping his arms in restraint. He watched in silence, his jaw shut his eyes wild. He didn't know why he was afraid to talk, she didn't know him, how would she, the one time they had met properly she was unconscious. He turned his gaze to the ground, listening to her rapid heartbeat before he finally decided to speak. "It's not safe to be in the forest alone you know?" he spoke in a soft, gentle voice as he looked towards her with pained eyes.
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