Post by tackle on Jan 3, 2010 20:07:05 GMT -5
TACKLE
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gender: She-wolf
age: Five Years
species: Wolf
breed: Black Wolf
pack: Nepenthes
rank: Trying out for Alphess.
personality: Let me put it this way. She doesn't walk in. She struts in. I am not say in that she is full of herself but she does have a lot of self-confidence. She believes only the best shall survive. She is smart when it comes to come-backs, easily reply to everyone's remarks. She is extremely ambitious, if she is a apprentice, she is going to want to be delta, if she is delta, she is going to want to be a princess, and if she is a princess, she wants to be a queen, and so on. She loves to plot against other dogs, and fool around with stranger's hearts. She loves making males jealous and females wanna be her. She is like a popular girl in high school.
features: Painted along her chest is a creamy type of white, that outlines her whole underside, keeping it moderate. Then, a jet back blanket pulls over the creamy white goodness, bulging out into the creamy parts a little bit. Her pelt is long, simply because she is a wolf. She has short, yet hooked claws, and her optics, oh yes, a deep deep amber, filled with traits of all sorts that all dogs are just waiting to find in her. Her muzzle, much like her pelt, is black, but a huge blob of creamy whitish fur covers half her muzzle. Her tail is medium, not long, not short, and it is kind of curled at the end.
history: Tackle was born a loner, but not just a regular loner. Her mother hated her, and believed that she was too weak to live. Tackle had a sister, Parada, but she was terribly sick, and when she died her mother had gone crazy and left her. Tackle had followed her mother and had watched her get slaughtered by a bunch of dogs. Amazing, right? She was glad when he mother died, which was odd because she was only one year old when this all happened. As she lived, on she taught herself how to hunt, even though it took her awhile, she had to eat berries, ones that she had proven would not make her sick. She then taught herself fighting moves, and then she heard of the packs. She was three when this all had happened, and she was accepted into Nepenthes. She was perfect for Nepenthes. Her ambitions got the best of her though.. and she wanted to be princess, and then alphess, so now she is six, and she can't wait to hear if she is queen of Retronym.
sample rp: --You know how I role play--
characters: This shall be my first.
name: -blush- Tackle.
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