Post by Kiara on Aug 27, 2012 0:14:53 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: #222222 15px solid; border-left: #222222 15px solid;] Name: Fern Gender:-----> Female Age: Two Years. Breed: Timber Wolf Mutation: She has bony spikes that are starting to grow on her back, along her spine. They're barely visible now and mostly still under the skin, but they continue to grow and are extremely painful. Illness: Very delusional, paranoid of others. Fur Color: White Eye Color: Very Dark Grey -- They'd probably appear black unless you looked extremely close. Appearance type: Fern actually appears to be a small, intimidating wolf at first. From a distance, at least. Once another gets closer, it's clear that this creature isn't quite right in the head. Her small frame is always tense, ready to spring. She doesn't at all appear strong or fierce, but that shouldn't fool anyone. She's extremely dangerous. At one point, some would call her white fur beautiful. Pure and fairly unmarked. But these days, it's quite the opposite. Her coat is ragged and unkempt, burrs stuck in with mats of fur here and there. Her dark eyes scan the surroundings, darting in every direction. As soon as she spots anything that could be a threat, she will attack with amazing strength-- and of course, you don't want to be bitten by those diseased jaws. Personality: Before diseased, Fern was a very quiet wolf. For a long time she had a pack, but kept to herself and was on the lower ranks. Being treated as a lower wolf just added to her timidness. She jumped at just about every sound and was quick to flee. She always felt like danger waited at every turn. Once attacked and infected, Fern's paranoia grew to an extreme level. She started to hear voices that told her that no one could be trusted. If she felt threatened, her mood quickly changes to blind fear that will often lead to attacking anything in her path that might be a threat. She doesn't often go after other wolves like some diseased do, but she's still just as dangerous if you happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. History: Fern wasn't supposed to be born. Her father was the alpha, but her mother was no the alpha female. In a love affair, her mother became pregnant and the alpha panicked. He didn't banish the pregnant wolf, but he told her to never tell anyone that he was the father or he'd make sure she'd regret it. The "official" story that everyone was told was that she was forced into mating by a rogue. The alpha acted like he hated Fern, though she obviously never understood why. She was treated like dirt, the lowest on the chain of command. Even the pups were pretty much allowed to boss her around. Once the infection started to spread, it was only a matter of time. A group of diseased wolves attacked their pack. Many fled, and Fern attempted to. But she wasn't able to escape and was viciously attacked by the infected wolves. Unfortunately, they didn't kill her, and she mutated into one of them over time. Brother: None Sister: None Father: Azuma (Though she doesn't know.) Mother: Evarzi Mate: None Pups: None Rank/Position: Infected Loner Pack: None && Ipod;; Waste - Foster The People Roleplay sample; The forest was dead silent around her. But instead of bringing her peace, Fern felt nothing but a sick dread from the lack of noise. She walked low to the ground, her eyes darting in every direction as she slinked in between the trees. There was no one around, no trace of sound or smell of any other wolf, but Fern felt like she was being watched from all directions. "They're going to get you. They're going to get you." She heard a sing-song like voice in her head singing over and over. It was more like a chant, one that repeated for hours every day. But times like this, when everything was completely silent... those were the absolute worst. "Stop it!" She said to herself. Was it to herself? Fern didn't even know for sure if those voices were her. They felt strangely personal, but separate from her mind. Panicking, she broke into a run, darting through the forest with a rigid step. In her panic, though, Fern's senses became dulled. Everything around her blurred, a mix of greens and browns and the mixes in between. She didn't smell, nor hear, the other that was nearby. That was, until she turned a sharp corner and ran straight into another wolf like a big black wall. Stumbling back, she caught her step and looked up at the other wolf. He was a big male, almost twice her size, and she could tell right away that he was sick with the same thing she was. Even wolves that looked normal, you could tell if they had the disease. The voices screamed at her then, and Fern's lips pulled back in a snarl. He was following her, it had been him! |
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