Post by Asina on Mar 28, 2006 6:32:01 GMT -5
.Name.
Asina
.Age.
12 seasons (3 years)
.Appearance.
Asiana is a mixed color wolf with bright emerald orbs. Her hues are grey, frost, and charcol. Her mitts are dipped black, and the rest of her is a multi-colored painting. There is a scar on her left front shoulder, running from her withers down to her elbow. It is a reminder of a battle not to long ago. She has a slight limp in her front right paw, also from that battle. Despite her limp, she walks with grace and elegance.
.History.
((ok, her new history to make it more acceptable.))
Asina was born into a world of darkness and cruelty. Her mother, a strong femmora, had whelped her out of the Dark King, Kubata. Her mother had been a favorite of Kubata, but wasn't strong enough to become Queen over the devils. Asina was born a pure white whelp, a great curse in an all black pack. At first, she was shunned because of her pure white color, but as she grew, her true colors began to form. Her bodice turned grey and charcol, not pure frost anymore.
By the age of 6 months, she was wrestling with brutes twice her age, and winning. The Dark Lord took special notice of this, but said nothing. Asina was, and still is, a very outgoing young wolfess, taking no crap from anyone. She always started fights with the younger faes and brutes, always ending them with the older ones.
Her brother, a young black male, was welcomed into the pack with as much love and affection as darks could produce, which is a lot, considering all wolves are excited by the site of pups. Katoko, as he is called, was killed at a year and a half of age by an older brute. Asina still bears his death with a heavy heart.
By one year of age, she had proven herself worthy by killing a young hare on her own, partly by accident, as she happened to stumble across it while it was being attacked by an older hawk. Seeing a change in proving herself, she chased the hawk away and collected the hare to return and show the pack. Her mother was exceptionally proud, and the pack treated her with respect from then on.
At two years, she had turned into a sleek, fast, and wise young femmora. Her wits lead her to a fight though, against a femmora just as strong as her. This fatale was of another pack, and was passing through. She was older, only two years older, and a mother of 2 liters. Asina and the femmora got into a battle over a doe's carcass, of which Asina had killed herself. As this battle bega, the fatale scratched at Asina, leaving behind a long and bloody scar, from her withers doen to her elbow. The limp was from this certain femmora breaking Asina's leg, and leaving her for dead.
Amazingly, she made a recovery no body thought possible. By this time though, her pack had left her as well, as is custom.... the weak are left for dead.
Now, at the age of three, she wonders the lands searching for a pack to take her in.
.Personality.
Asina is a very evil female. She is merciless, always picking on other people, and starting fights. She is very strong in mind and quiet also. She is very proud of who she is, and will stand up for her beliefs. If anyone messes with her, she will take a stand and bring them down. Though she doesn't thrive on power, she enjoys it. Her affection towards other wolves is kind, unless they get on her bad side.
.Roleplaying Sample.
This is from another site if thats ok.
I am Domino.
Yes, I am a girl.
Who's to say girls can't do what guys do?
Classic ebonite little vixen stood upon the hill crest just over the valley. Her eyes were narrowed, focused upon the one stallino barriling towards her. Nape arched, body tense. She didn't move nor flinch. Her bodice gleamed, though she was bathed in dust and dirt. Plume hung high, banner danced upon her cursed neck. Emerald orbs glared at the stud, a smirk passing by her maw. The brujo stopped, letting loose a loud squeal of rage.
Get out of here you mangey bitch!
Domino raised her eyes slightly, gazing back upon the herd she'd just come from. Looking back down upon the brute, she spoke, her voice angelic, but then again, don't judge a book by it's cover.
What? Am I too... good.. for you?
She tossed her head and laughed.
You haven't changed one bit since we were foals Akion. You should be ashamed.
She shook her head in dismay, and with one last look upon the stallion, turned and began to gallop away. At the very top peak of the small mountain, she turned and reared up, a hellish scream devouring the valley. Horses in the herd below looked up, some spooking at the sound. Domino landed, and turned. That was the last she saw of her home herd.
***
Cused bodice of the Domino carried her across the plain at a deafining speed. Daggers pumped without thinking, knives digging up the sacred earth. Emerald orbs seemed distant, yet so close. Black clouds hung overhead, rain plummeted down upon her cursed bodice. Plume lashed out like a whip, flinging water everywhere. Tassles stuck to her nape, pelt was lathered in both sweat and rain.
Her mind wondered as she ran, thinking about her life. Her life had been like herself, a set of dominos, each one falling right after another, each one hitting the one after it. Her life began with her mother and father, both darks, breeding. Domino was born, but she was tormented. She made friends with a neutral stallion, Akion, and they remained friends for a while. He soon grew apart from her, turning into a light. Domino had thought he'd allow her to stay with him, but he had changed so much.
Life can give so much,
But then again,
don't take candy from strangers.
After the meeting with Akion, her life went downhill. Nothing was the same. Food lost its taste, water was disgusting... she had changed as well.
I am Domino
(( Yes, this is a horse post. I hope it's ok))
.Other.
Many other sites... Silvra Wolf Pack, Untamed Souls (My Site), Used to RP on Unknown Valley, Heven Sent, Serpintine Island, and a few more. I've been RPing for about a year and a half, though I am a mod/co-admin on many sites.[/size]
Asina
.Age.
12 seasons (3 years)
.Appearance.
Asiana is a mixed color wolf with bright emerald orbs. Her hues are grey, frost, and charcol. Her mitts are dipped black, and the rest of her is a multi-colored painting. There is a scar on her left front shoulder, running from her withers down to her elbow. It is a reminder of a battle not to long ago. She has a slight limp in her front right paw, also from that battle. Despite her limp, she walks with grace and elegance.
.History.
((ok, her new history to make it more acceptable.))
Asina was born into a world of darkness and cruelty. Her mother, a strong femmora, had whelped her out of the Dark King, Kubata. Her mother had been a favorite of Kubata, but wasn't strong enough to become Queen over the devils. Asina was born a pure white whelp, a great curse in an all black pack. At first, she was shunned because of her pure white color, but as she grew, her true colors began to form. Her bodice turned grey and charcol, not pure frost anymore.
By the age of 6 months, she was wrestling with brutes twice her age, and winning. The Dark Lord took special notice of this, but said nothing. Asina was, and still is, a very outgoing young wolfess, taking no crap from anyone. She always started fights with the younger faes and brutes, always ending them with the older ones.
Her brother, a young black male, was welcomed into the pack with as much love and affection as darks could produce, which is a lot, considering all wolves are excited by the site of pups. Katoko, as he is called, was killed at a year and a half of age by an older brute. Asina still bears his death with a heavy heart.
By one year of age, she had proven herself worthy by killing a young hare on her own, partly by accident, as she happened to stumble across it while it was being attacked by an older hawk. Seeing a change in proving herself, she chased the hawk away and collected the hare to return and show the pack. Her mother was exceptionally proud, and the pack treated her with respect from then on.
At two years, she had turned into a sleek, fast, and wise young femmora. Her wits lead her to a fight though, against a femmora just as strong as her. This fatale was of another pack, and was passing through. She was older, only two years older, and a mother of 2 liters. Asina and the femmora got into a battle over a doe's carcass, of which Asina had killed herself. As this battle bega, the fatale scratched at Asina, leaving behind a long and bloody scar, from her withers doen to her elbow. The limp was from this certain femmora breaking Asina's leg, and leaving her for dead.
Amazingly, she made a recovery no body thought possible. By this time though, her pack had left her as well, as is custom.... the weak are left for dead.
Now, at the age of three, she wonders the lands searching for a pack to take her in.
.Personality.
Asina is a very evil female. She is merciless, always picking on other people, and starting fights. She is very strong in mind and quiet also. She is very proud of who she is, and will stand up for her beliefs. If anyone messes with her, she will take a stand and bring them down. Though she doesn't thrive on power, she enjoys it. Her affection towards other wolves is kind, unless they get on her bad side.
.Roleplaying Sample.
This is from another site if thats ok.
I am Domino.
Yes, I am a girl.
Who's to say girls can't do what guys do?
Classic ebonite little vixen stood upon the hill crest just over the valley. Her eyes were narrowed, focused upon the one stallino barriling towards her. Nape arched, body tense. She didn't move nor flinch. Her bodice gleamed, though she was bathed in dust and dirt. Plume hung high, banner danced upon her cursed neck. Emerald orbs glared at the stud, a smirk passing by her maw. The brujo stopped, letting loose a loud squeal of rage.
Get out of here you mangey bitch!
Domino raised her eyes slightly, gazing back upon the herd she'd just come from. Looking back down upon the brute, she spoke, her voice angelic, but then again, don't judge a book by it's cover.
What? Am I too... good.. for you?
She tossed her head and laughed.
You haven't changed one bit since we were foals Akion. You should be ashamed.
She shook her head in dismay, and with one last look upon the stallion, turned and began to gallop away. At the very top peak of the small mountain, she turned and reared up, a hellish scream devouring the valley. Horses in the herd below looked up, some spooking at the sound. Domino landed, and turned. That was the last she saw of her home herd.
***
Cused bodice of the Domino carried her across the plain at a deafining speed. Daggers pumped without thinking, knives digging up the sacred earth. Emerald orbs seemed distant, yet so close. Black clouds hung overhead, rain plummeted down upon her cursed bodice. Plume lashed out like a whip, flinging water everywhere. Tassles stuck to her nape, pelt was lathered in both sweat and rain.
Her mind wondered as she ran, thinking about her life. Her life had been like herself, a set of dominos, each one falling right after another, each one hitting the one after it. Her life began with her mother and father, both darks, breeding. Domino was born, but she was tormented. She made friends with a neutral stallion, Akion, and they remained friends for a while. He soon grew apart from her, turning into a light. Domino had thought he'd allow her to stay with him, but he had changed so much.
Life can give so much,
But then again,
don't take candy from strangers.
After the meeting with Akion, her life went downhill. Nothing was the same. Food lost its taste, water was disgusting... she had changed as well.
I am Domino
(( Yes, this is a horse post. I hope it's ok))
.Other.
Many other sites... Silvra Wolf Pack, Untamed Souls (My Site), Used to RP on Unknown Valley, Heven Sent, Serpintine Island, and a few more. I've been RPing for about a year and a half, though I am a mod/co-admin on many sites.[/size]