Post by zeety on Mar 14, 2009 16:12:18 GMT -5
Name;
Arai
Age;
Three Years
Gender;
Female
Personality;
Arai is to say the least strange, as the name might suggest she is the high strung spirited type who cares little for what those around her think. She's the wild, energetic type who knows no boundries to herself, though she itsn't the extremely strong, fast or agile type she is intelligent. In fact it is her only strength. She is one of those girls who never seemed to fit in, or at least she didn't fit in until she died. She wasn't the flirting girly type of femme, she was always the more fun loving, rough-housing type who became quickly bored. She isn't your typical type, though she dosen't really set herself apart from others in a huge way, she is just that little bit different. Shy at first, but once she's had tha chance to understand someone she'll quickly warm up to them and become her usual confident self. Time alone has made the female slightly mad and she has been known to ramble or occasionaly speak in riddle. She is one of those who likes to remain a little mysterious.
Description;
There is little that could deter one's eyes from becoming somewhat glued to the elegant young feminine figure. Her fur is dark, almost black, but flecked in parts with white and grey. This gives the effect of a black wolf with a pale muzzle and slight flecking around the eyes. It is strange to see her as such, but there is still more to her, she has the typical muscular, slender figure of a wolf who has made it on their own. Though she is slightly too thin considering the muscle and how much she should weigh, no doubt a simple reaction to a lack of food over time. Afterall, it is no surpise that one who died of starvation would start the afterlife a little more underweight than those who died otherwise. It can be said that there is more to her than meets the eye, from a distance she may seem just a plain wolf. But to one who got close they would see a beuatiful elegant figure, lost in a pelt of intricate weaving colouration and a soul, peering through flaring amber optics that seem to reminate passion and life.
History;
Like all creatures that ever llived Arai's life began with her birth. Simple enough, her parents bred and a few months later she entered the cold cruel world. No big deal, a snall enough litter, just Arai and her two sisters. A particuarly bad winter and her siblings were killed, she survived somehow and became the pirde of the pack. Of course nothing good ever lasts. The pack was wiped out by many things, rough times, predators, raiding packs. Each had an effect, all worked together to kill off the pack, well rather enough of it to prevent it from being called a pack. The survivors, Arai, her mother and her auntie all had to leave the packlands, for their own safety. But three females out in the wild alone, it was never good prospects. As you might expect things didn't go so well and by the time Arai was one and a half years old she was on her own again.
It made little difference to her, she got by either way. She turned to her own ways, getting by on her wits, managing to cheat other wolves out of their hard earned kills. It was never an honest living, but she never claimed it was, it was simple survival and she never thought of it as anything more. Besides which life was hard enough without stopping to think about what was right and wrong. There of course was occasion when she tried to join a pack, but she didn't really have the best reputation, being a cheat and a theif, so more than not she was chased away on sight, but she was never accepted anyway. Of course there is the question of her death, it simply goes down to hard times. Had she been accepted by a pack she would have lived, but she couldn't hunt large enough prey to sustain her, and soon enough starvation took her life.
Ability;
Teleportation - She can move herself and objects, leaving behind a puff of black smoke. Though she is not yet strong enough to take things or herself very far away yet.
Password;
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