Post by chaaron on Aug 26, 2012 0:01:13 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] Act 1; On a perfect day, I know that I can count on you Name: Maeve Gender: Female Age: 3 1/2 Years Breed: British Colombian Mutation: She has the tail of a lioness and retractable claws Illness: Tourette's Syndrome Fur Color: Black Eye Color: Navy Blue Act 2; When that's not possible, tell me, can you weather the storm? Appearance: Maeve is a very slender and lithe female in build. Her frame is more petite rather than hefty. She stands at the average height and weighs in with the others of her breed though. This she-wolf has small paws, a narrow muzzle, and rounded ears. Maeve has a black nose with pink speckles on it, and a pink tongue with black speckles on it. Her teeth are sharp and a glinting ivory white. Maeve’s coat is a smooth midnight black. There are no other colors that tarnish this pure coloration at all. The few “adaptations” that Maeve acquired were a tail lion a female Lion’s, and her claws are retractable at will like one too. Instead of just a bushy tail, hers is thinner and tasseled. Perhaps one of the most outstanding features about this she-wolf is her navy blue eyes. They are bright and alert all the time, giving away all of Maeve’s thoughts, whether she wants them to or not. Maeve’s eyes seem to lighten or darken a little when she is feeling an overwhelming sense of emotion. Personality: Maeve is a very level-headed lass with a good head on her shoulders. She is quite intelligent and a strategist from birth. The cogs in her head are always turning, planning and solidifying her next moves. This she-wolf has an aura about her that is rather magnetic, and Maeve is a very approachable creature surprisingly. If there is conflict, she will take a more diplomatic route first. If no solution is found and things escalate, then she will do something about it though. Maeve has a caring heart for others, and often will put their needs well before her own. She is calm, placid, and dignified under normal circumstances. Maeve is not a subservient girl and hold herself in high esteem, but she will give respect where respect is due. Act 3; Cause I need somebody who will stand by me. History: Maeve was born into a litter of three cubs that were all female. Being that she was the firstborn, she was next in the pack’s hierarchy to lead. And her personality seemed to suit the job very well. Maeve took directions from her parents very easily, and learned the ways of the world quickly. She cared for her siblings constantly and enjoyed their company…most of the time. This she-wolf was shaping up to be a pretty well off queen indeed. Her mannerisms were delicate yet passionate and she held a great sense of obligation. The female was soon betrothed to a male of a neighboring pack as a sign of diplomacy and good faith. When the diseases came, Maeve virtually stayed the same in demeanor. The only things that changed were that she acquired a few features of a lioness somewhere down the line. Maeve’s maiden pack was also disbanded, for there was a great separation between those that developed mutations, and those that didn’t. Brothers:--- Sisters: Minerva||Melody Father: Fallacy Mother: Nicollette Mate:--- Pups:--- Rank/Position: Loner Pack:--- Act 3 the final act; Through the good times and bad times. She will always, always be right there. && Ipod;; Can You Stand the Rain?---Boys II Men Roleplay sample; Sunrise. One of the most beautiful times of the day that one could ask for. Things were beginning to come alive again, and creatures rose from their sleepy slumbers. The things that existed the previous night were put on hold for the moment, and the majestic colors streaked the sky. As the sun began to peek into one of the main dens belonging to the pack, towards the back of the den, a black figure rested. The slow and steady rise and fall of her sides signaled a peaceful sleep, one lacking turmoil and aggression. This black figure was none other than the one called Maeve. Her pack mates all dreamed their own dreams, and every so often, a yawn, snore, or even a whimper floated into the air. Things were completely silent and still until the she-wolf stirred as quietly as possible. She flipped from her side to her belly, and rose to her dainty paws. Maeve navigated through the tangled bodies until she reached the den’s exit. On a normal day, she would have been one of the last to rise and shine. But the past few days had been filled with many interesting events. Maeve’s parents told her that she was officially betrothed to the neighboring pack’s heir first off. The not long after that, the disease settled upon its new host. Three long days passed in pain, new developments forming on her body. Maeve was one of the lucky ones though. Her changes were minor compared to some. She now had the tail of a lioness and the unique claws from one too. Others she’d seen were laid out like vegetables, hardly being able to stand. Today would be the start of a new day, one where anything could happen, and Maeve was ready for whatever was thrown at her. |
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