Post by Arche on Feb 28, 2010 13:01:56 GMT -5
**I'm still waiting on my Shop purchases to come through, and I'ma gonna fancy it up here with some coding...but it looks like when things are accepted the coding's dropped anyways, so nvm :3**
nebunie
nebunie
nicknames:Nebi, Prophet
gender:Fae
age: 7 years
species: Wolf
pack: Loner
rank: n/a
personality: Nebunie is a snappish, outward character. Her mind is always racing, always running in different directions all at once, which confuses her speech and makes it hard for her to stay on topic a lot of the time.
She feels a partly maternal, partly antagonistic duty to most anyone she meets. She is perhaps one of the wisest wolves around, though that wisdom is clouded and twisted with layers of spite, impulse, and mental instability.
She likes to get under people's skin - she likes to find the thing they regret most, or the secret they would die to protect. She taunts, she teases, she jibes. Her humor changes as quickly as her thoughts - sometimes it's near invisibly subtle, other times it bites like a slap in the face. The bad thing about her wisdom is that she knows she's 'wise', and it blinds her to other perspectives.
She lives for crushing convictions, questioning morals or valor or duty. She feels she is free of them - that anyone who doesn't listen is too stupid to realize what she has and they don't. What she doesn't know, though, or perhaps refuses to accept, is that what she has is nearly debilitating insanity.
features: Her fur is a deep red-purple, very close to black, though its losing its silky, thick qualities of youth. It's scraggly and thin now, and her bones easily show through. At the tips of her tail the darkness lessens a bit and the purple-red shines through. She's a crotchety old thing with bad eyes and wobbly legs, but she's used to hard travel and is not likely to give it up for the sake of her physical discrepancies. She has torn holes in her ears where most of her earrings used to be, and only a few remain. Her muzzle is graying, and though her eyesight is declining, her eyes grow sharper and deeper, the pupils tiny as if in perpetual shock.
history: Nebunie's past is no doubt the root of her madness, but the cause is not so defined. It came in steps, starting from when she was very young. The pack she was born into had no order; the Alpha ruled with corruption and violence. From her very youngest days she saw the death and destruction of a family tearing itself apart, the corpses left to rot as examples. She began to wonder if that was what life was, killing and fearing and being stronger. But she wasn't strong, she wasn't a killer. And the fear, though it gripped her and shook her, did not seem as though it ruled her. So she thought and thought for different meaning, saying nothing but looking on, to the wolves around her, and drinking up their emotions, finding what they lived for.
She began to become conceited in her observations. She saw the mistakes others were about to make and watched them fall, watched their hearts crumble and their spirits break, knowing that she was wiser, she would never make that mistake. She began to laugh at them, a laugh that would follow her for the rest of her life. A high, wild cackle that grew in its madness, grew in its power and weight. And when the laughter came, her complacency went. She was maybe a full twelve moons when, while the Alpha was sleeping, she crept over to him, leaned over his maw, seeing all the blood it had shed. Slowly she closed her teeth around his throat, smiled with her mouthful as he awakened. He didn't move, shocked at the quiet, off-putting yearling who now threatened his life. She turned her head, cocked it ever so slightly, as if asking him a question. Then, as fast as she could, her teeth released themselves, freeing her mouth for the last words she would speak to the violent leader.
"What do you live for?" She snapped wildly, and as she said it, she knew she wouldn't kill him. Her teeth snapped on his face, not his neck, on his eye and ear. and as he howled in pain she howled in an insane release, and as she ran from the panicked, wakening wolves she laughed. Why kill, she thought, when you can watch? Why not let them fall apart? Because now the plight of her pack meant nothing to her - they were beneath her, and she was above. Wise.
And the madness grew with each pack she encountered, each conviction she snapped, until she felt she could predict the future. Until she thought herself so wise that she was omniscient, that what would be was something she could see. Scarily, and supportively, her predictions were right. Others began to call her 'prophet' or 'seer'. But the name she took was one she liked much better than either of those. It meant 'crazy'. Nebunie.
sample rp: (I already done this *points to Arche*)
characters: Arche, Nebunie
name: you guys need to start calling me moonwolf
gender:Fae
age: 7 years
species: Wolf
pack: Loner
rank: n/a
personality: Nebunie is a snappish, outward character. Her mind is always racing, always running in different directions all at once, which confuses her speech and makes it hard for her to stay on topic a lot of the time.
She feels a partly maternal, partly antagonistic duty to most anyone she meets. She is perhaps one of the wisest wolves around, though that wisdom is clouded and twisted with layers of spite, impulse, and mental instability.
She likes to get under people's skin - she likes to find the thing they regret most, or the secret they would die to protect. She taunts, she teases, she jibes. Her humor changes as quickly as her thoughts - sometimes it's near invisibly subtle, other times it bites like a slap in the face. The bad thing about her wisdom is that she knows she's 'wise', and it blinds her to other perspectives.
She lives for crushing convictions, questioning morals or valor or duty. She feels she is free of them - that anyone who doesn't listen is too stupid to realize what she has and they don't. What she doesn't know, though, or perhaps refuses to accept, is that what she has is nearly debilitating insanity.
features: Her fur is a deep red-purple, very close to black, though its losing its silky, thick qualities of youth. It's scraggly and thin now, and her bones easily show through. At the tips of her tail the darkness lessens a bit and the purple-red shines through. She's a crotchety old thing with bad eyes and wobbly legs, but she's used to hard travel and is not likely to give it up for the sake of her physical discrepancies. She has torn holes in her ears where most of her earrings used to be, and only a few remain. Her muzzle is graying, and though her eyesight is declining, her eyes grow sharper and deeper, the pupils tiny as if in perpetual shock.
history: Nebunie's past is no doubt the root of her madness, but the cause is not so defined. It came in steps, starting from when she was very young. The pack she was born into had no order; the Alpha ruled with corruption and violence. From her very youngest days she saw the death and destruction of a family tearing itself apart, the corpses left to rot as examples. She began to wonder if that was what life was, killing and fearing and being stronger. But she wasn't strong, she wasn't a killer. And the fear, though it gripped her and shook her, did not seem as though it ruled her. So she thought and thought for different meaning, saying nothing but looking on, to the wolves around her, and drinking up their emotions, finding what they lived for.
She began to become conceited in her observations. She saw the mistakes others were about to make and watched them fall, watched their hearts crumble and their spirits break, knowing that she was wiser, she would never make that mistake. She began to laugh at them, a laugh that would follow her for the rest of her life. A high, wild cackle that grew in its madness, grew in its power and weight. And when the laughter came, her complacency went. She was maybe a full twelve moons when, while the Alpha was sleeping, she crept over to him, leaned over his maw, seeing all the blood it had shed. Slowly she closed her teeth around his throat, smiled with her mouthful as he awakened. He didn't move, shocked at the quiet, off-putting yearling who now threatened his life. She turned her head, cocked it ever so slightly, as if asking him a question. Then, as fast as she could, her teeth released themselves, freeing her mouth for the last words she would speak to the violent leader.
"What do you live for?" She snapped wildly, and as she said it, she knew she wouldn't kill him. Her teeth snapped on his face, not his neck, on his eye and ear. and as he howled in pain she howled in an insane release, and as she ran from the panicked, wakening wolves she laughed. Why kill, she thought, when you can watch? Why not let them fall apart? Because now the plight of her pack meant nothing to her - they were beneath her, and she was above. Wise.
And the madness grew with each pack she encountered, each conviction she snapped, until she felt she could predict the future. Until she thought herself so wise that she was omniscient, that what would be was something she could see. Scarily, and supportively, her predictions were right. Others began to call her 'prophet' or 'seer'. But the name she took was one she liked much better than either of those. It meant 'crazy'. Nebunie.
sample rp: (I already done this *points to Arche*)
characters: Arche, Nebunie
name: you guys need to start calling me moonwolf