Post by Cahira on Jul 25, 2009 9:35:51 GMT -8
Cahira
[/color]“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.”
[/center]B E H I N D . T H E . M A S K
[/center][/color]Name: Shade Villian
Age: 16
Contact Information: Here!!!
S T A N D . U P . S T R A I G H T
[/center][/color]Name: Cahira
Pronunciation: Ka-he-ra
Meaning: Of Irish origians Cahira means: Warrior
Titles Given: Savage Killer, The Fangs of the Pack, Silent Death
Nicknames: Cai (Pronounciation: Kie)
Birthday: June 5, 2005
Age: 4
Pack: Hollowed Chasm Pack??? (wants to join)
Alignment & Loyalties: None
S M I L E . L I K E . Y O U . M E A N . I T
[/center][/color]Pelt: Red with black markings
Marking’s: Black legs
Eyes: Blackish Brown
Figure: Slim, muscular
Height: 34in
Weight: 51lbs.
Breed: Maned Wolf
Voice Tone: Menicingly happy, Soprano
Basic Description:
Unlike most of her kind, Cahira's coat is a honey amber mixed with a hint of red and has no markings exept for the black on her legs, nose and a hint of black on her mane. Her paws are a pitch black color and hold no scars and are armed with long threatening claws. Muscles ripple under her unusual coat with ease showing her grace and strength. Long lean legs carry her for miles while large rounded ears keep a constant watch for danger and add to her 'Killing Perfection' look. Her fox like stare is a kind one only to those she trusts and gleam with mirth when on the hunt.
Cahira's coat consists of a soft light honey colored under coat that helps heep her dry and warm, a thicker more reddish under coat to keep her warm for winter days, and a wiry, thick amber and light red top coat that helps protect her gurring fights and hunting.
Played by: Shade
C R O S S . M Y . H E A R T
[/center][/color]Likes:
- Killing
- Fighting
- Watching the sun set
- Exploring
- Spring
Strengths:
- Speed
- Killing
- Fighting
- Teaching others
- Puting up with whelps
Life Goals To join a pack
Dislikes
- Noisy whelps
- Egotisical males
- Anyone who thinks she isn't capable
- Extreame heat
- Foxes (for quote 'Impersonating her look')
Weakness':
- Too much blood will set her mind on killing something
- A really nice male
- Pretty sun sets
- Foxes (because they quote 'Impersonated my look')
- Her temper
Past Illness/Injuries:
Alot of small scars from fights...
Personality
Cahira is a sweet but short tempered wolf with an obsession with killing. When she is in a good mood almost nothing will upset her exept for those cocky males that think they own her.... then she's mad. She loves to race the wind, running for hours to calm herself down. When she is angery she is more prone to getting into fights with anything around her that is alive and will not stop untill it is dead or she is calm.
W A Y . B A C K . W H E N
[/center][/color]Grand Sire: Kanji
Grand Dame: Kami
Sire: Akira
Dame: Maya
Brother/’s: Zero, Sheal
Sister/’s Ayla, Amaya, Azuna
Other Kin: None
Closest Friend: Her reflection and the wind
Interest/’s: Killing, Fighting, Nature
Courting: None
Courted by: Many egotistical jerks
Mate None
Whelps: None
History:
When she was little she was captured with her pack by humans to try a captive breeding program with the pups and relocate the older ones to different areas to repopulate. She was relocated near the Hollowed Chasm pack and wishes to jion with them in hopes of a better future.
W I S H . Y O U . W E R E . H E R E
[/center][/color]Views on Life and Death:
Life: Keh... life is life so live it. Live it to the fullest and have fun while your at it. Seriously, if you don't live it you'll have already been dead for ages when your body finaly follows, thats why I live like I'm diein'. The rush of addrenalin is worth every moment of it.
Death: It will come when it comes and does what it does. You cant stop it, you can only delay it. I carry death on my fangs and live with it's costs. When I die my death will be on the fangs of death it's self, for I will never let anyone kill me.
Views on Purity:
Pure? Feh... the moment you are born you are tainted. There is nothing pure about this world. It has its wrongs and it's rights but there is definetly nothing that is truly pure.
Views on Darkness:
Dark is dark and that is that. Everyone carries a bit of darkness and everyone needs it to. You can not have all of either dark or light. There must be a balance.
Views on the Pack:
Pack. A word I have treasured since birth. Ever since my pack was split I have been looking for a pack to fight for and protect. Though they can be annoying they are family and I wish to have one again. Mabye the local pack will take me in?
Views on Her/Himself:
Me? I fight. That is what I was born to do and it is what I will die doing. I carry the deaths of many and the lives of many moreupon my fangs and claws.
RPG Sample:
Metal clanged and chains were removed noisly as a single figure shifted in the darkness. A small shaft of light landed on the figure and brown eyes opened to greet the dawn only to realise she was not where she had fallen asleep. The figure lurched as her bed began to move. Shouts were heard outside the darkness and a loud clang resonated through the small space as the far end began to lift upward. Bolting twards the opening into the morning air came a lone wolf. Fritened, she whiled to meet what had confined her, a cage much like the one that had taken her sisters loomed before her. Growling she dashed twards the forest behind her. 'A fight here would not end well' she desided as she fled from the metal box.
