Post by Nimara on Mar 16, 2011 2:01:05 GMT
Name: Scarlet and Stryke
Gender: Both females.
Personalities:First: Stryke was once a bright young pup, always cheerful and full of love. But that was during moons long past. Now, pain is all she knows. The loss of a family she can't remember, of a love she can't forget, and her heart became a warped, jaded thing. What is happiness? She doesn't know. Friendship, family, joy, affection? All in the past, all forgotten. Things such as love have no meaning to her, simply a word used in a young pup's fairy tale. Nothing more... And yet, she can't stop searching for a place to belong. A place to fill the void that has become her...
Likes the thrill of a hunt, watching families together(even though she doesn't believe in love), watching the sunset as the moon takes her throne. Dislikes injustice, seeing another in pain, fighting without cause.
Second: Where Stryke is numb and unemotional, Scarlet is completely opposite. Rambunctious and energetic since birth, this young she-wolf loves to play, and run, and make promises with the males she never intends to keep. Scarlet is a born liar. Deceit is her mastery, and if there's one thing she is good at it's masquerading as something she's not. Don't let the innocent front fool you, she's a demon in disguise...
Likes arguing, watching a fight she orchestrated, and getting her way. Dislikes coming in second for anything, a failed lie, and getting dirty.
Ranks: Both Scarlet and Stryke were born into Loner families. So no rank for them.
Build: They are both average size, though perhaps Stryke is a bit more muscled than her slim counterpart. Long legs, and a long, bushy tail for both.
Markings: Stryke's silvery gray coat is streaked with black just like Scarlet's, however, her pelt tells of a harder past. A few minor scars dot her muzzle from small skirmishes over food or a sleeping place, but the real scars are located on her left hip. Beneath Stryke's thick coat lie a lattice work of deep, jagged scars. If one were to look at them, it might appear as if something has tried to tear of her leg with its jaws alone. Because of the injuries which caused these scars, Stryke now walks with a slight limp on that leg.
While Scarlet lacks any of the scars that mark her counterpart's body, they both share a small nick in their ears. Scarlet's left, and Stryke's right. Both wolves have startling blue eyes.
Accessories: Stryke wears a silver band around the shin of of her front right leg, an intricate design of leaves, flowers, and thorns. Scarlet wears a similar band around the shin of her front left leg.
Histories:First: Stryke was born into a Loner family, but she was happy. Her parents were loving and there was always plenty of food to go around. Until they passed through no-man's land... Traveling along one night, the family of three fell into a battle on the loosing side. Mistaken for a trio of Rebels, the family was attacked by a few Royal scouts. Blood and the agonized cries of her parents filled Stryke's ears as she cowered under a dieing bush. After taking care of her parent's, the wolves turned on the yearling Stryke. She tried to fight back, but her youth and weakness were nothing compared to battle hardened soldiers. She quickly fell to their beatings. It was during this fight she received the injury to her hip. By trying to run away, Stryke had opened up her back for an attack and they had taken it. Fangs had riped into her left hip with a ferocity that sent the young she-wolf into a welcomed, black abyss...
Upon waking the next morning, Stryke found herself left to rot along with the bodies of her dead parents. She stayed by their side for three days without food and little water. Finally, it was move on or die. Stryke never looked back... Forever numbed by the vicious loss of her innocence...
Second: Scarlet's past is much less gruesome. Though she too was born a Loner, her family was large and tended to stay in one place. They stayed away from other packs as if they risked catching a plague. Because of her solitary upbringing, Scarlet doesn't care much for any one wolf's company. However, she knows how to get what she wants. Contrasting with Stryke's brutal honesty and chivalrous loyalty, Scarlet is a born liar and manipulator. She's nice enough until the reward is lost for her and then it's all bite and no bark.
When Scarlet was young, she caught her first sight of a Royal pack wolf while on a hunting outing. The others seemed to be on a hunting mission as well, but of a different sort. The young wolfess watched with avid interest the tactics used by a few Royal scouts to quickly dispatch some Rebel wolves. Seeing their strength and efficiency, Scarlet was forever entranced by them. She has since devoted her 'strengths' to wiggling a way into the Royal's good graces.
Rp Sample:
Pain... Blood... Jagged fangs, cutting deep into her flesh... Why was this happening? What had they done? Was this punishment for trespassing? No. This was a random attack. They were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time... "Run little wolfling.... Run..." Stryke bolted, leaving her parents' terrorized bodies behind. But she didn't get far. A hot, searing pain exploded in her left hip as the ground rose to meet her. Her yelp of surprise quickly turned into a howl of agony.
Blood colored her vision, terror filled her thoughts. She struggled to be free of the wicked fangs which caught her, but what little strength she once possessed had long since deserted her. She would die there, in a puddle of her own blood. Stryke tried desperately to find her paws, but her legs again betrayed her to the ground which met her brutally. She didn't want to die, she didn't want this pain, so why was Fate forcing it upon her? The adolescent she-wolf cried out again as her flesh was torn away from her lithe frame; precious life-blood spilling freely into the dirt. For some odd reason, her gemstone eyes turned upward then, gazing up at the blinking dance of the stars. The wounded femme's body was growing numb and she reasoned she would soon be among them. Was it darker than it had been? Was she cooler than a few moments before? Let me die... Stryke pleaded silently, those sapphire gems closing as darkness overcame her and she fell into a much welcomed abyss. Free from the agony of pain, the rich sting of her own blood on her tongue. Free from the vicious tear of jagged fangs.
Let me die...
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Other: I have apple pie!!
Oh! The wolf in my sig is what I based Scarlet and Stryke off of; just a little visual aid.
Gender: Both females.
Personalities:First: Stryke was once a bright young pup, always cheerful and full of love. But that was during moons long past. Now, pain is all she knows. The loss of a family she can't remember, of a love she can't forget, and her heart became a warped, jaded thing. What is happiness? She doesn't know. Friendship, family, joy, affection? All in the past, all forgotten. Things such as love have no meaning to her, simply a word used in a young pup's fairy tale. Nothing more... And yet, she can't stop searching for a place to belong. A place to fill the void that has become her...
Likes the thrill of a hunt, watching families together(even though she doesn't believe in love), watching the sunset as the moon takes her throne. Dislikes injustice, seeing another in pain, fighting without cause.
Second: Where Stryke is numb and unemotional, Scarlet is completely opposite. Rambunctious and energetic since birth, this young she-wolf loves to play, and run, and make promises with the males she never intends to keep. Scarlet is a born liar. Deceit is her mastery, and if there's one thing she is good at it's masquerading as something she's not. Don't let the innocent front fool you, she's a demon in disguise...
Likes arguing, watching a fight she orchestrated, and getting her way. Dislikes coming in second for anything, a failed lie, and getting dirty.
Ranks: Both Scarlet and Stryke were born into Loner families. So no rank for them.
Build: They are both average size, though perhaps Stryke is a bit more muscled than her slim counterpart. Long legs, and a long, bushy tail for both.
Markings: Stryke's silvery gray coat is streaked with black just like Scarlet's, however, her pelt tells of a harder past. A few minor scars dot her muzzle from small skirmishes over food or a sleeping place, but the real scars are located on her left hip. Beneath Stryke's thick coat lie a lattice work of deep, jagged scars. If one were to look at them, it might appear as if something has tried to tear of her leg with its jaws alone. Because of the injuries which caused these scars, Stryke now walks with a slight limp on that leg.
While Scarlet lacks any of the scars that mark her counterpart's body, they both share a small nick in their ears. Scarlet's left, and Stryke's right. Both wolves have startling blue eyes.
Accessories: Stryke wears a silver band around the shin of of her front right leg, an intricate design of leaves, flowers, and thorns. Scarlet wears a similar band around the shin of her front left leg.
Histories:First: Stryke was born into a Loner family, but she was happy. Her parents were loving and there was always plenty of food to go around. Until they passed through no-man's land... Traveling along one night, the family of three fell into a battle on the loosing side. Mistaken for a trio of Rebels, the family was attacked by a few Royal scouts. Blood and the agonized cries of her parents filled Stryke's ears as she cowered under a dieing bush. After taking care of her parent's, the wolves turned on the yearling Stryke. She tried to fight back, but her youth and weakness were nothing compared to battle hardened soldiers. She quickly fell to their beatings. It was during this fight she received the injury to her hip. By trying to run away, Stryke had opened up her back for an attack and they had taken it. Fangs had riped into her left hip with a ferocity that sent the young she-wolf into a welcomed, black abyss...
Upon waking the next morning, Stryke found herself left to rot along with the bodies of her dead parents. She stayed by their side for three days without food and little water. Finally, it was move on or die. Stryke never looked back... Forever numbed by the vicious loss of her innocence...
Second: Scarlet's past is much less gruesome. Though she too was born a Loner, her family was large and tended to stay in one place. They stayed away from other packs as if they risked catching a plague. Because of her solitary upbringing, Scarlet doesn't care much for any one wolf's company. However, she knows how to get what she wants. Contrasting with Stryke's brutal honesty and chivalrous loyalty, Scarlet is a born liar and manipulator. She's nice enough until the reward is lost for her and then it's all bite and no bark.
When Scarlet was young, she caught her first sight of a Royal pack wolf while on a hunting outing. The others seemed to be on a hunting mission as well, but of a different sort. The young wolfess watched with avid interest the tactics used by a few Royal scouts to quickly dispatch some Rebel wolves. Seeing their strength and efficiency, Scarlet was forever entranced by them. She has since devoted her 'strengths' to wiggling a way into the Royal's good graces.
Rp Sample:
Pain... Blood... Jagged fangs, cutting deep into her flesh... Why was this happening? What had they done? Was this punishment for trespassing? No. This was a random attack. They were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time... "Run little wolfling.... Run..." Stryke bolted, leaving her parents' terrorized bodies behind. But she didn't get far. A hot, searing pain exploded in her left hip as the ground rose to meet her. Her yelp of surprise quickly turned into a howl of agony.
Blood colored her vision, terror filled her thoughts. She struggled to be free of the wicked fangs which caught her, but what little strength she once possessed had long since deserted her. She would die there, in a puddle of her own blood. Stryke tried desperately to find her paws, but her legs again betrayed her to the ground which met her brutally. She didn't want to die, she didn't want this pain, so why was Fate forcing it upon her? The adolescent she-wolf cried out again as her flesh was torn away from her lithe frame; precious life-blood spilling freely into the dirt. For some odd reason, her gemstone eyes turned upward then, gazing up at the blinking dance of the stars. The wounded femme's body was growing numb and she reasoned she would soon be among them. Was it darker than it had been? Was she cooler than a few moments before? Let me die... Stryke pleaded silently, those sapphire gems closing as darkness overcame her and she fell into a much welcomed abyss. Free from the agony of pain, the rich sting of her own blood on her tongue. Free from the vicious tear of jagged fangs.
Let me die...
How did you find us?: Advertisement on Shinkouookami
Other: I have apple pie!!
Oh! The wolf in my sig is what I based Scarlet and Stryke off of; just a little visual aid.