Post by Mad hatter !? on Aug 24, 2012 17:29:57 GMT -6
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Act 1;That skin head girl, with all her pride
Name:
Gender:----->
Age:
4 years
Breed: Maned wolf
mutation: Mutations include two very large horns on either side of her head, and a forked tongue.
illness: Vixens illness manifests as a sort of bi-polar genre. Her moods swing very easily, and can change in a near instant. As well, she has a sort of obsession with controlling everything, and has Sadistic personality disorder.
fur Color: Red, with white and black hues.
Eye Color: Red
Act 2; Will never run, will never hide.
Appearance type:
A fragile, aquiline face defines a lanky female. Tall, and awkwardly built much ado to the origin of her breed. Thick, scruffy fur hangs in naps around her body, in a fiery hue. It continues to crawl into a blackness much like a mane along her tiny frame, until slipping onto a white tipped tail. It is not any of her exotic colors that brings attention however, it is the two large horns that rest much like a crown atop her head, showing most obviously her mutation. They are worn, but still hold a gentle gleam to them as if it were only yesterday she joined Firea. Vixen only owns one scar, which is in the shape of an x. Her parents carved it into her when they changed her.
Personality:
Vixen was never a nice girl; even back when the lands were alive and beautiful. Now that she is infected, it only gives more reason for her cruel ways. The lady is cunning, and has a smart vocabulary. She is a natural born leader, fully prepared to set anyone in there place. She holds an aura of darkness, and takes pleasure in the pain of others. Her name is the complete opposite of her, as Vixen is not a temptress in anyway, she is robotic in demeanour and only cares about her duties in succeeding to exterminate all other wolves not like her. She does not wish to have children, but will for the survival of her race; although not out of love, for she is incapable of such emotion.
Act 3; She gets real loud, knows her roots and she's proud
History:
She carries her disease, the only pure thing left in her heart. Pure, but dangerous. It tainted, destroyed, and yet built her anew. Built her into the macabre horror she now is.
Vixen remembers the first day of her new life much like the day she was born, gain. Enlightened, to how the world should really be- burned.
Her family was turned when she was a young adult, and they moved on to Firea. No one knows exactly how Vixen came to be the leader, but there we're many mysterious deaths... so who knows?
Brother:Ryth (deceased-unmutated)
Sister:
Father: Tyrus (Deceased mutated)
Mother: Leria (unknown mutated)
Mate: none
Pups: none
Rank/Position: Alpha
Pack: Firea
Act 3 the final act;
A warrior who doesn't know defeat
&& Ipod;;
This animal I have become -Three days grace
Roleplay sample;
She hadn't had any thought to were each leg carried the horned dame; just that it would lead somewhere, and that was good enough. Each breathe allowed her tongue to snake out, tasting the air in an almost seductive danger. Nothing about Vixen could be considered seductive, or beautiful; and she liked that idea just fine, more the reason for everyone to cower below her just where they belonged.
Blood colored eyes could spot nothing in particular, but hill and the few trees. What if she could rid the world of all of this? It would surely be better as blackened charcoaled earth, less color to disease her eyes. As the thought settled peacefully in her mind, her nostrils caught the scent of another; and a disgustingly twisted grin crawled over her mug in excitement. An excited spur of adrenaline made her stomach tingle. An anxiousness tightened in her bones, and this was only fuel to her fire. The scent, still so distant was enough to send her body into a frenzy of feeling, aggression- a default for the dame, overcame all other emotion that reared it's head.
Moving hellbent, her paws switched direction and begin to follow the talltell scent, which reeked of an estrogen- telling the girl her company would be infact, female. A wave of arrogance washed over her, Vixen could already guess, a powerless lonely female alone. She came into view then, little time had passed since her first notification of the other dames presence, but Vixen was much more agile then given credit for.
When the white wolf came into few, Vixen smirked; taking note of the recent meal the girl had. A bunny, and what little was left, slain across the ground. Although Vixen had to admit- the kill had beautified the rather drab setting. The girl could not see Vixen, and her ivory teeth clenched in anticipation; a need to dominate bubbling inside of her. She waited no longer, and stepped out infront of the other wolf, her body in the form of an aggressive status. She made no haste in letting her venom ooze out of her tensed jaws. I own what is less then me, She purred coldly, narrowing her eyes; And that means, I own you. A hint of arrogance danced in her voice, assertion was the only way Vixen knew how to introduce herself to others, and usually it came off to others as incredibly egotistical. The girl herself was rather plain in comparison to the outlandish appearence of Vixen's nightmare, and Vixen didn't expect much of a fight with this one. She would submit, and then Vixen would turn her. It wouldn't cause any pain, to Vixen atleast.
Vixen leforte
Gender:----->
female
Age:
4 years
Breed: Maned wolf
mutation: Mutations include two very large horns on either side of her head, and a forked tongue.
illness: Vixens illness manifests as a sort of bi-polar genre. Her moods swing very easily, and can change in a near instant. As well, she has a sort of obsession with controlling everything, and has Sadistic personality disorder.
fur Color: Red, with white and black hues.
Eye Color: Red
Act 2; Will never run, will never hide.
Appearance type:
A fragile, aquiline face defines a lanky female. Tall, and awkwardly built much ado to the origin of her breed. Thick, scruffy fur hangs in naps around her body, in a fiery hue. It continues to crawl into a blackness much like a mane along her tiny frame, until slipping onto a white tipped tail. It is not any of her exotic colors that brings attention however, it is the two large horns that rest much like a crown atop her head, showing most obviously her mutation. They are worn, but still hold a gentle gleam to them as if it were only yesterday she joined Firea. Vixen only owns one scar, which is in the shape of an x. Her parents carved it into her when they changed her.
Personality:
Vixen was never a nice girl; even back when the lands were alive and beautiful. Now that she is infected, it only gives more reason for her cruel ways. The lady is cunning, and has a smart vocabulary. She is a natural born leader, fully prepared to set anyone in there place. She holds an aura of darkness, and takes pleasure in the pain of others. Her name is the complete opposite of her, as Vixen is not a temptress in anyway, she is robotic in demeanour and only cares about her duties in succeeding to exterminate all other wolves not like her. She does not wish to have children, but will for the survival of her race; although not out of love, for she is incapable of such emotion.
Act 3; She gets real loud, knows her roots and she's proud
History:
She carries her disease, the only pure thing left in her heart. Pure, but dangerous. It tainted, destroyed, and yet built her anew. Built her into the macabre horror she now is.
Vixen remembers the first day of her new life much like the day she was born, gain. Enlightened, to how the world should really be- burned.
Her family was turned when she was a young adult, and they moved on to Firea. No one knows exactly how Vixen came to be the leader, but there we're many mysterious deaths... so who knows?
Brother:Ryth (deceased-unmutated)
Sister:
Father: Tyrus (Deceased mutated)
Mother: Leria (unknown mutated)
Mate: none
Pups: none
Rank/Position: Alpha
Pack: Firea
Act 3 the final act;
A warrior who doesn't know defeat
&& Ipod;;
This animal I have become -Three days grace
Roleplay sample;
She hadn't had any thought to were each leg carried the horned dame; just that it would lead somewhere, and that was good enough. Each breathe allowed her tongue to snake out, tasting the air in an almost seductive danger. Nothing about Vixen could be considered seductive, or beautiful; and she liked that idea just fine, more the reason for everyone to cower below her just where they belonged.
Blood colored eyes could spot nothing in particular, but hill and the few trees. What if she could rid the world of all of this? It would surely be better as blackened charcoaled earth, less color to disease her eyes. As the thought settled peacefully in her mind, her nostrils caught the scent of another; and a disgustingly twisted grin crawled over her mug in excitement. An excited spur of adrenaline made her stomach tingle. An anxiousness tightened in her bones, and this was only fuel to her fire. The scent, still so distant was enough to send her body into a frenzy of feeling, aggression- a default for the dame, overcame all other emotion that reared it's head.
Moving hellbent, her paws switched direction and begin to follow the talltell scent, which reeked of an estrogen- telling the girl her company would be infact, female. A wave of arrogance washed over her, Vixen could already guess, a powerless lonely female alone. She came into view then, little time had passed since her first notification of the other dames presence, but Vixen was much more agile then given credit for.
When the white wolf came into few, Vixen smirked; taking note of the recent meal the girl had. A bunny, and what little was left, slain across the ground. Although Vixen had to admit- the kill had beautified the rather drab setting. The girl could not see Vixen, and her ivory teeth clenched in anticipation; a need to dominate bubbling inside of her. She waited no longer, and stepped out infront of the other wolf, her body in the form of an aggressive status. She made no haste in letting her venom ooze out of her tensed jaws. I own what is less then me, She purred coldly, narrowing her eyes; And that means, I own you. A hint of arrogance danced in her voice, assertion was the only way Vixen knew how to introduce herself to others, and usually it came off to others as incredibly egotistical. The girl herself was rather plain in comparison to the outlandish appearence of Vixen's nightmare, and Vixen didn't expect much of a fight with this one. She would submit, and then Vixen would turn her. It wouldn't cause any pain, to Vixen atleast.
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