Post by Poison Arrow on Sept 12, 2010 9:32:30 GMT
Name: Poison Arrow
Gender: Male
Age at start of Game: 2 years.
Personalities:First: The first Twin of Poison Arrow is strong, and takes his duties seriously, but he also has a bit of a playful side that very few get to see. He cares for his pack and does his best to look after all of them, and can seem a Role-Model and guardian to Pups and the Young. In his mind, all are equal. He has a long temper but in battles he fights hard and deadly.
Likes watching others grow from pups to young wolves, having a bit of an occasional laugh, and chasing rabbits.
Second: Quite the opposite, the Second Half of Poison Arrow is crude and quiet. He sits away from everyone else and sneers at their failures, although if someone mocks him he'll instantly snap back, becoming agitated and desperate. He wants to aim high, but sort of knows it is impossible because his Twin is the Alpha of the other pack, so he is destined always to be lowly and pathetic. If anyone mentions this, however, they'll sure regret it in their sleep tonight... He would not recognise it if someone were to be kind to him as he is used to being rejected.
Likes watching fights, winning at things, beating others up and being praised.
Ranks:First: Alpha of the Rebels.
Second: Omega of the Royals.
Build: Both are quite thin and agile, with long muzzles and strong legs. The left ear on one is torn while the right on the other is. Compared to healthy wolves they seem thin and small, but if you took away their ill health, or perhaps got them to put on a bit of weight, then they would be finely appeared. Muscles are strong but modest, fangs are sharpened.
Markings:First: The Poison Arrow of the Rebels has a black body base, with his right eye blue and his left a Deep Purple. There is a ridge of Dark yet luminous green on his back, running from his hair right down to half-way down; the fur is long here. His right toes and back leg(in a sock formation) are the same green with a single black hair in the latter. He has a green little fleck under his chin and the same on the right ear. His neck is the same. One large patch in no particular shape on his sides.
Second: The Poison Arrow of the Royals has a black body base, with his left eye blue and his right a Deep Purple. There is a ridge of lime green on his back, running from his hair right down to half-way down; the fur is long here, aswell as the same on his throat. His left toes and right back leg(in a sock formation) are the same green with a single white hair in the former. He has green cheeks and the same on his left ear. One large patch in no particular shape on his sides.
Accessories: A long, emo-style hairstyle that covers the blue eyes on both wolves; one to the right, the other to the left. A single gold ring in his lip, on the opposite side to where-ever the hair falls, and finally some of the long fur on his back is braided.
Histories:First: The Poison Arrow of the Rebels was pretty much always destined to be great; he had the Leader's sign and authority, took it upon himself to help others, and fought hard in times of danger for his pack. The Nursing Mothers enjoyed looking after him and found him sweet and useful. When he was about 9 moons old Poison Arrow was caught while on a Hunting Trip by the Royals and held Hostage; he met his twin, and was surprised to find it the opposite of himself, and with no want for a relationship. The one and only time he has been to the Rose Fields was for his own exchange a few weeks of torture, imprisonment and starvation later, and he hopes he shall never have to set foot there again. His ill Health came from such bad treatment in the Royal's Prison, and ever since he has never quite recovered, still bearing the scars, both mental and physical, and illnesses of his time there.
Second: The Poison Arrow of the Royals was born as a Storm raged on the East side of the Mountain, and his life cost his Mother hers; he feels horrible guilt about this to the day. She was a popular She-Wolf, while his father was a disgraced betrayer, and the other Nursing Mothers were always meaner to him and turned their noses up at him, often refusing to suckle him, which was the cause of his ill-health. All his life the Cub tried to prove himself, and often wondered why he could not do well. Then, at the age of about 9 moons old, his twin came to be Prisoner in the Camp, and all his troubles were explained. This other Poison Arrow was strong, and tall, and brave. He was friendly and calm even in the dire situation, and from that point on the first knew he could never be any good, which was why he treated his twin with such hate.
Rp Sample: Whitefire raised her muzzle and smelt the air of the beach. It was dry and dusty - such a hot day! How nice it was to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the growing pack, her constant having to assert her authority... It was so tiring sometimes! She just wanted to escape, for a short while, at least.
At first she thought the beach was deserted, but, as she lowered her head from searching the air, the scent of another crossed her glands. Instantly the greyhound located the purveyor of the smell. Sabora. On the other side of the shimmering lake. She bristled instantly, but forced herself to remain calm and flatten her fur. One mistake could destroy the pack, but she was downwind. The wolf didn't look like she wanted to be bothered today, and, quite frankly, neither did Whitefire. It was Sabora's loss if she picked a fight - the former could zip away instantly anyway.
With a sigh that was stifled by the heat, she picked her way carefully to the waters edge and lowered her head. She did not wish to drink, but simply gazed at her reflection in the shining mirror that was the lake. She hated it. The way her ear was half cut off, the way her muzzle was so scarred. She closed her eyes, not wishing to see it any longer, but not wishing to disturb the water, either.
241 words.
Other: An APPLE a day keeps the Doctor away!
Gender: Male
Age at start of Game: 2 years.
Personalities:First: The first Twin of Poison Arrow is strong, and takes his duties seriously, but he also has a bit of a playful side that very few get to see. He cares for his pack and does his best to look after all of them, and can seem a Role-Model and guardian to Pups and the Young. In his mind, all are equal. He has a long temper but in battles he fights hard and deadly.
Likes watching others grow from pups to young wolves, having a bit of an occasional laugh, and chasing rabbits.
Second: Quite the opposite, the Second Half of Poison Arrow is crude and quiet. He sits away from everyone else and sneers at their failures, although if someone mocks him he'll instantly snap back, becoming agitated and desperate. He wants to aim high, but sort of knows it is impossible because his Twin is the Alpha of the other pack, so he is destined always to be lowly and pathetic. If anyone mentions this, however, they'll sure regret it in their sleep tonight... He would not recognise it if someone were to be kind to him as he is used to being rejected.
Likes watching fights, winning at things, beating others up and being praised.
Ranks:First: Alpha of the Rebels.
Second: Omega of the Royals.
Build: Both are quite thin and agile, with long muzzles and strong legs. The left ear on one is torn while the right on the other is. Compared to healthy wolves they seem thin and small, but if you took away their ill health, or perhaps got them to put on a bit of weight, then they would be finely appeared. Muscles are strong but modest, fangs are sharpened.
Markings:First: The Poison Arrow of the Rebels has a black body base, with his right eye blue and his left a Deep Purple. There is a ridge of Dark yet luminous green on his back, running from his hair right down to half-way down; the fur is long here. His right toes and back leg(in a sock formation) are the same green with a single black hair in the latter. He has a green little fleck under his chin and the same on the right ear. His neck is the same. One large patch in no particular shape on his sides.
Second: The Poison Arrow of the Royals has a black body base, with his left eye blue and his right a Deep Purple. There is a ridge of lime green on his back, running from his hair right down to half-way down; the fur is long here, aswell as the same on his throat. His left toes and right back leg(in a sock formation) are the same green with a single white hair in the former. He has green cheeks and the same on his left ear. One large patch in no particular shape on his sides.
Accessories: A long, emo-style hairstyle that covers the blue eyes on both wolves; one to the right, the other to the left. A single gold ring in his lip, on the opposite side to where-ever the hair falls, and finally some of the long fur on his back is braided.
Histories:First: The Poison Arrow of the Rebels was pretty much always destined to be great; he had the Leader's sign and authority, took it upon himself to help others, and fought hard in times of danger for his pack. The Nursing Mothers enjoyed looking after him and found him sweet and useful. When he was about 9 moons old Poison Arrow was caught while on a Hunting Trip by the Royals and held Hostage; he met his twin, and was surprised to find it the opposite of himself, and with no want for a relationship. The one and only time he has been to the Rose Fields was for his own exchange a few weeks of torture, imprisonment and starvation later, and he hopes he shall never have to set foot there again. His ill Health came from such bad treatment in the Royal's Prison, and ever since he has never quite recovered, still bearing the scars, both mental and physical, and illnesses of his time there.
Second: The Poison Arrow of the Royals was born as a Storm raged on the East side of the Mountain, and his life cost his Mother hers; he feels horrible guilt about this to the day. She was a popular She-Wolf, while his father was a disgraced betrayer, and the other Nursing Mothers were always meaner to him and turned their noses up at him, often refusing to suckle him, which was the cause of his ill-health. All his life the Cub tried to prove himself, and often wondered why he could not do well. Then, at the age of about 9 moons old, his twin came to be Prisoner in the Camp, and all his troubles were explained. This other Poison Arrow was strong, and tall, and brave. He was friendly and calm even in the dire situation, and from that point on the first knew he could never be any good, which was why he treated his twin with such hate.
Rp Sample: Whitefire raised her muzzle and smelt the air of the beach. It was dry and dusty - such a hot day! How nice it was to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the growing pack, her constant having to assert her authority... It was so tiring sometimes! She just wanted to escape, for a short while, at least.
At first she thought the beach was deserted, but, as she lowered her head from searching the air, the scent of another crossed her glands. Instantly the greyhound located the purveyor of the smell. Sabora. On the other side of the shimmering lake. She bristled instantly, but forced herself to remain calm and flatten her fur. One mistake could destroy the pack, but she was downwind. The wolf didn't look like she wanted to be bothered today, and, quite frankly, neither did Whitefire. It was Sabora's loss if she picked a fight - the former could zip away instantly anyway.
With a sigh that was stifled by the heat, she picked her way carefully to the waters edge and lowered her head. She did not wish to drink, but simply gazed at her reflection in the shining mirror that was the lake. She hated it. The way her ear was half cut off, the way her muzzle was so scarred. She closed her eyes, not wishing to see it any longer, but not wishing to disturb the water, either.
241 words.
Other: An APPLE a day keeps the Doctor away!