Post by MORRIGAN! on Aug 25, 2012 17:10:03 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: #963838 15px solid; border-left: #963838 15px solid;] Act 1; it's just a matter of time. Name: Noelani Gender:-----> Female Age: Three years Breed: Grey Wolf mutation: n/a illness: n/a fur Color: Shades of browns and greys. Eye Color: Dull Orange. Act 2; 'til all the wrongs are right again. Appearance type: A slender frame is decorated with a thick coat of pastel brown which turns into a light tan on her underside, cheek and paws. Various shades of grey line her back and frame her face. Her tail is noticeably shorter than most others of her breed, not quite reaching halfway down her lengthy hind legs. He almond shaped eyes are a dull shade of orange – further lending to her ‘autumn-esque’ color-scheme. With such a slender and small body, it is no surprise that Noel has neither the stature nor the strength to be any kind of skilled fighter, although this is more than made up for in her swift-footedness. Her short tail does not lend itself very well to balance, making her to be very clumsy (which can often make her speed quite the disadvantage). She is also frequently tripping over her own large paws and crashing into various obstacles. Personality: [style=text-align: justify;]Noel seems to be as clumsy with her words as she is with her own feet; they are hesitant and constantly tripping over each other. She most definitely comes off as quiet and unsure of herself, speaking in a small, soft voice and constantly holding herself lower than those she encounters. This is one wolf who would say that she is far more comfortable when she is alone, as she doesn’t feel the need to live up to the imagined expectations of others – almost everyone is silently judging her (and she is constantly failing to live up to their expectations. This has been drilled into her). Though she is a kind and caring individual, Noel is really quite the coward. She is unwilling to venture too far into the unknown and is terrified of both water and thunderstorms, as well as the infected, believing them to be demons with evil in their heart. Noel is easy to trick; she is naive and unbelievably gullible – tell her that ‘a mouse’ is some sort of weird contraption built by humans to work with a magic window and she’ll believe you. However, she also carries a determination that often rivals even the most hardened and brave wolves. She is on a mission to find her father – the only being who ever made her feel like she could be something so much more than what she is. |
Act 3; keep on wearing that smile.
History:
It’s funny how she survived while one of her sisters did not even get the chance to take her first breath.
Noelani was the runt of the pack. Her mother wanted strong children. Her mother blamed her for her sister’s stillbirth. If it wasn’t for Vivek, Noel would probably have been killed before she even opened her eyes. As it stood, her mother loved her father, and he was just as warm-hearted as she was cold.
Unfortunately, Vivek was not around all of the time, so Noel had to endure both the verbal and physical attacks cast down upon her by her mother and siblings – the seed which grew into her insecurity and hesitance. She remembers her father fondly; the warm and kind eyes among cold and harsh rock. He was the one who taught her to fend for herself and survive in the big world. He was the light in her life of darkness.
However, one day, when Noel was nearly a year old, her father left and never came back. She endured months of hell from the rest of her family. They told her Vivek was probably dead. But this is one thing they’ve told her that she doesn’t believe; she knows that Vivek is alive and she is determined to find him.
Eventually, she worked up the nerve to leave her family. They laughed, snapped at her and told her that if she ever bothered them again, they would kill her. She has no intention of ever returning. She just wants to find that light again.
Noelani was the runt of the pack. Her mother wanted strong children. Her mother blamed her for her sister’s stillbirth. If it wasn’t for Vivek, Noel would probably have been killed before she even opened her eyes. As it stood, her mother loved her father, and he was just as warm-hearted as she was cold.
Unfortunately, Vivek was not around all of the time, so Noel had to endure both the verbal and physical attacks cast down upon her by her mother and siblings – the seed which grew into her insecurity and hesitance. She remembers her father fondly; the warm and kind eyes among cold and harsh rock. He was the one who taught her to fend for herself and survive in the big world. He was the light in her life of darkness.
However, one day, when Noel was nearly a year old, her father left and never came back. She endured months of hell from the rest of her family. They told her Vivek was probably dead. But this is one thing they’ve told her that she doesn’t believe; she knows that Vivek is alive and she is determined to find him.
Eventually, she worked up the nerve to leave her family. They laughed, snapped at her and told her that if she ever bothered them again, they would kill her. She has no intention of ever returning. She just wants to find that light again.
Brother: Darius
Sister:
Father: Vivek
Mother: Aria
Mate: n/a
Pups: n/a
Rank/Position: loner
Act 4: the final act;
it laughs in the faces of those around you now.
&& Ipod;;
Heart Made of Glass - Goodbye Pluto.
Roleplay sample;
What was she doing here?
Noel was reaching the end of her rope. She had been wandering all over these lands (okay, so she was not quite brave enough to trespass on pack territory and she had spent a lot of time hiding scared) for almost a year now and she had not managed to get much further in her search for her father. How hard could it be to find one wolf?
Of course, she had thought of the easy method of simply howling and hoping he would hear it and answer, but Noel was far too worried that her howl would reach undesirable ears. What if something, or someone dangerous answered her? What if she walked right into the jaws of one of those...wolves? She shivered at the very thought. Something about them just creeped her out and she never wanted to run into one of them. Ever.
With a weary sigh, Noel flopped down on the lush (wonderful feeling) grass at the top of the steep hill, fresh rabbit kill dropping at her paws. She began to eat as she gazed at the land before her. From here, the view of the land below was spectacular, especially with the midday sun shining down. But it only served to show the vast amount of land she had not yet explored – and that was only the half of it. The hope of ever finding her father had begun to dwindle, but there was no way she was ever going to give up. Finding that solace in her life was the only thing that kept her going.
Suddenly, the she wolf lost her appetite, and she looked at the kill with remorse. “Ugh.” She felt bad for wasting a kill, as the old adage goes, ‘waste not, want not’, but she just couldn’t force another bite with this doubt weighing on her mind. “I have to find him. I will find him...”, she reassured herself as she moved a bit away from the fresh meat, allowing the circling crows to finish off the carcass.
She sat looking out over the lands, shakily repeating those words to herself like a mantra.
Noel was reaching the end of her rope. She had been wandering all over these lands (okay, so she was not quite brave enough to trespass on pack territory and she had spent a lot of time hiding scared) for almost a year now and she had not managed to get much further in her search for her father. How hard could it be to find one wolf?
Of course, she had thought of the easy method of simply howling and hoping he would hear it and answer, but Noel was far too worried that her howl would reach undesirable ears. What if something, or someone dangerous answered her? What if she walked right into the jaws of one of those...wolves? She shivered at the very thought. Something about them just creeped her out and she never wanted to run into one of them. Ever.
With a weary sigh, Noel flopped down on the lush (wonderful feeling) grass at the top of the steep hill, fresh rabbit kill dropping at her paws. She began to eat as she gazed at the land before her. From here, the view of the land below was spectacular, especially with the midday sun shining down. But it only served to show the vast amount of land she had not yet explored – and that was only the half of it. The hope of ever finding her father had begun to dwindle, but there was no way she was ever going to give up. Finding that solace in her life was the only thing that kept her going.
Suddenly, the she wolf lost her appetite, and she looked at the kill with remorse. “Ugh.” She felt bad for wasting a kill, as the old adage goes, ‘waste not, want not’, but she just couldn’t force another bite with this doubt weighing on her mind. “I have to find him. I will find him...”, she reassured herself as she moved a bit away from the fresh meat, allowing the circling crows to finish off the carcass.
She sat looking out over the lands, shakily repeating those words to herself like a mantra.
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