Post by Xenia on Feb 11, 2011 21:37:22 GMT -5
Partial W.I.P.
Username: Xenia
Name of Character: Xenia
Color of fur: Xenia's derma is a dim shade of ashen on her platform, fading lighter until it comes to her underbelly, where her pelt is almost alabaster in coloration.
Eye color: Xenia's optics are a bright hue of sunny, with hints of gold that make her orbs look like they are amber in color.
Markings/Scars: Xenia bears no markings or scars, as she was born without markings, and her thick derma has grown over her scars.
Reference:
Strengths/Weaknesses: Xenia is strong, very muscular, and she is agile and fast, as well as quick-witted. Although, her temper flares sometimes and she is stuck with a fight.
Personality: Xenia is often able to keep her head on, but it is usually difficult to get her to warm up to another wolf. She is normally in a dark mood, and will laugh at her own dark humor.
History: Xenia padded across the barren terrain, her apex bobbing up and down as she did so. She shook her figure, recalling her life before the present. The fae's orbs glistened, but didn't cry. Wolves couldn't cry, nor would she if they could. She didn't care about anything but happened before. She just remembered to make herself stronger;
...Her dear mother had died. Xenia's kin had killed her just after Xenia was born. Her mother left her with her father, a rude, mean, tough, rogue. He didn't have feelings, so neither would Xenia. Xenia tried to mold herself after her father. To become the aphotic being that he was. But her heart wouldn't allow her to. She had her own personality, and all she had done was make it ravaged...
But that was what she thought was right. And who was there to tell her otherwise?
Xenia shook her apex. Her orbs scanned the horizon far from her. A figure caught her attention for a second, but she turned away. She didn't need anything-anyone-now. She was a dispersal, and that was it. Eventually, Xenia reclined to her haunches, deep in thought. Her lids closed as she slid to her underbelly. "I'll start my own pack," she muttered to herself in a breath. "It will be named after myself and the whole plains will fear it." Her lids shot open again as she scanned the territory she was soon to claim...
...And so Elemental Wolves was born..
Username: Xenia
Name of Character: Xenia
Color of fur: Xenia's derma is a dim shade of ashen on her platform, fading lighter until it comes to her underbelly, where her pelt is almost alabaster in coloration.
Eye color: Xenia's optics are a bright hue of sunny, with hints of gold that make her orbs look like they are amber in color.
Markings/Scars: Xenia bears no markings or scars, as she was born without markings, and her thick derma has grown over her scars.
Reference:
Strengths/Weaknesses: Xenia is strong, very muscular, and she is agile and fast, as well as quick-witted. Although, her temper flares sometimes and she is stuck with a fight.
Personality: Xenia is often able to keep her head on, but it is usually difficult to get her to warm up to another wolf. She is normally in a dark mood, and will laugh at her own dark humor.
History: Xenia padded across the barren terrain, her apex bobbing up and down as she did so. She shook her figure, recalling her life before the present. The fae's orbs glistened, but didn't cry. Wolves couldn't cry, nor would she if they could. She didn't care about anything but happened before. She just remembered to make herself stronger;
...Her dear mother had died. Xenia's kin had killed her just after Xenia was born. Her mother left her with her father, a rude, mean, tough, rogue. He didn't have feelings, so neither would Xenia. Xenia tried to mold herself after her father. To become the aphotic being that he was. But her heart wouldn't allow her to. She had her own personality, and all she had done was make it ravaged...
But that was what she thought was right. And who was there to tell her otherwise?
Xenia shook her apex. Her orbs scanned the horizon far from her. A figure caught her attention for a second, but she turned away. She didn't need anything-anyone-now. She was a dispersal, and that was it. Eventually, Xenia reclined to her haunches, deep in thought. Her lids closed as she slid to her underbelly. "I'll start my own pack," she muttered to herself in a breath. "It will be named after myself and the whole plains will fear it." Her lids shot open again as she scanned the territory she was soon to claim...
...And so Elemental Wolves was born..