Post by .:DOORMOUSE:. on Aug 25, 2012 15:44:12 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; SO BREAK MY STEP AND RELENT YOU FORGAVE AND I WON'T FORGET KNOW WHAT WE'VE SEEN AND HIM WITH LESS NOW IN SOME WAY, SHAKE THE EXCESS Name: Tango [goes by Tiigriim] Gender:-----> female Age: Three Breed: Mexican Wolf : canis lupus baileyi mutation: Griim has an elongated spine that is incredibly flexible and durable. Her mutation is the ability to contort herself into smaller spaces if need, or perform back-breaking dance moves without actually break her spine. illness: Hemophilia - cuts and bruises have a big impact on her. she bleeds excessively if caught and bruises are bigger and more painful. level - MODERATE Anosmia - perhaps incredibly important for a wolf is their sense of smell. Born without a sense of smell, Griim makes do with her sense of hearing. fur Color: mixed Eye Color: red Act 2; SO I RUN AND HIDE AND TEAR MYSELF UP START AGAIN WITH A BRAND NEW NAME WITH EYES THAT SEE INTO INFINITY I WILL DISAPPEAR Appearance type: Large. Even without all her bushels of fur on her body, Griim is a large, muscular female for her species. Despite her physical condition, she has large complex scars tracing her ribs. Her lips bear a few cuts, ears with nicks and bite-marks. She lacks a tail, having a short bob that is not a mutation but rather an accident where it was ripped from her back-side. Personality: Once, she was loud. A boisterous woman who didn't care how her tongue whipped and scarred the people around her. She could just as easily compliment a man and then strip him down. She was care-free and being that loose and free, that made her dangerous. However, that loud, laid-back girl is buried deep within Griim's mind. Instead, a warrior of brutal honesty and unspoken guilt has taken her place. Silent unless really needed when she does speak, Griim is extremely pessimistic, incredibly honest and very insulting. She is tough girl, who talks as though she's years older. Normally, this would result in great trouble from comrades and pack leaders but her honesty is something often admired and her unwavering strength is often called upon in hushed conversations. What makes her the best goddamned leader of the Iratus is indeed her strength, but more importantly her endurance. She doesn't take shit from nobody, a temper so large and hot that when it explodes people didn't even know she had one. It's her endurance, the fact she throws herself into every battle knowing that one good nick and it could be her last. It's her undying strength to get back up again no matter how hard she falls that has earned the silent respect and fear of the Firea. Act 3; History: IN THE BEGINNING, THERE WAS TWO Griim being the youngest out of possibly the most happiest, in love couple the world could ever create. She was the second born, and could never live up to her parent's expectations. Her brother was very handsome, fluent and polite. She lacked etiquette and rebelled against everything. ALWAYS, ALWAYS TWO Even when she left her family in horrible circumstance, she didn't stay lonely for long. Her skills were sharpened from survival, she was cunning and care-free. If there was thing she did more than insult wolves and battle predators, it was dancing. TWO EYES, TWO EARS, TWO HEARTS She kind of fell in love. Not only with dancing, and a beat only she could hear but also with a soldier. With a charming smile, and simple manners from a simple past. He was completely average, except for the fact that he had his eyes completely on hers. She didn't want to accept love. Not when she had been denied it for so long. Surely, something as wonderful as this came with a price. THEY WERE STAR CROSSED LOVERS. THEY WERE NOT MEANT TO BE. She did, she loved him. He did, he loved her. She danced her dances, he was her muse. He taught her family and loyalty, and whispered the names of the stars while she slept. She tried to teach him to dance, to tango. THEY WERE MEANT TO DIE. blood. bones snapping. screaming. scream. hurt. broken fragments. of memory lost. rips. tears. dripping down her face. broken. broken. broken, SUDDENLY, THERE WAS NO LONGER TWO. THERE WAS ONLY LONELY ONE. Brother: Neviel Sister: Father: Thaius Mother: Foxtrot Mate: Pups: none Rank/Position: LEAD IRATUS Pack: FIREA Act 3 the final act; TELL ME WOULD YOU KILL TO SAVE A LIFE TELL ME WOULD YOU KILL TO PROVE YOUR'E RIGHT CRASH CRASH BURN, LET IT ALL BURN THIS HURRICANE IS CHASING US ALL UNDERGROUND. && Ipod;; STRUCTURE - INNERPARTYSYSTEM 100 SUNS - 30 SECONDS TO MARS LOST IN YOU - THREE DAYS GRACE ATTACK - 30 SECONDS TO MARS I WILL WAIT - MUMFORD AND SONS ARE YOU READY FOR THE FALLOUT - FASTBALL Roleplay sample; and i will wait, i will wait for you |
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