Post by .River\\ on Sept 6, 2009 12:11:13 GMT -8
River
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B E H I N D . T H E . M A S K
[/center][/color]Name: River
Age: 16
Contact Information: Email/WLM
S T A N D . U P . S T R A I G H T
[/center][/color]Name: River
Pronunciation: reh-VUR
Meaning: A natural stream of water of fairly large size flowing in a definite course or channel or series of diverging and converging channels.
Titles Given: --
Nicknames: Riv
Birthday: September 9th 2005
Age: 4 years
Pack: --
Alignment & Loyalties: Neutral; though the side is unspecific
S M I L E . L I K E . Y O U . M E A N . I T
[/center][/color]Pelt: Silverwhite with a dusting and swirls of sapphire blue
Marking’s: --
Eyes: Sapphire
Figure: 65” from nose to tail tip
Height: 32” at shoulder
Weight: 120lbs
Breed: Arctic
Voice Tone: Alto
Basic Description:
Her form is lithe, and built more towards the speed zone then the strength. That doesn't mean she can't put up a good fight though. Overall form is feminine, and suits her well. Her muzzle is average for an Arctic wolf, but her tail is extra fluffy; more like a foxes might be. A small mark can be seen on her right rear flank if at a close enough view and if you are looking for it; a scar from a mighty battle.
Played by: .River//
C R O S S . M Y . H E A R T
[/center][/color]Likes:
o Water
o Hunting
o Climbing Rocks
o Running through forests
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Strengths:
) Speed
) Quick-Thinking
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Life Goals
Find a place to fit in/PackFind a mate
Dislikes
x Uncontrolled Aggression
x Insubordination
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Weakness':
! Slightly Clumsy
! Indecisive
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Past Illness/Injuries:
Had a small cough during infanthood. Easily cured.
Rear right flank was torn into. Caused a slight limp. Becomes painful during winter months.
Personality
W A Y . B A C K . W H E N
[/center][/color]Grand Sire:
Grand Dame:
Sire: Danama
Dame:
Brother/’s: Silvermane
Sister/’s Silvernight
Other Kin:
Closest Friend:
Interest/’s:
Courting:
Courted by:
Mate Soot
Whelps: Renu, Zephyer, Tempest
History:
Her past is not a happy one, no not at all. Being born of one place, things went well for a while, then it was ravaged and destroyed while she had managed to hide away in a log. She had come to meet her personal angel though, a pure silver female named Silverfang. Being only a pup, and Silverfang being of three years, she took River under her 'wing' and taught her everything she knew, including some of the things she had learned living among the humans for a year.
Silverfang is lost though, for on the duo's journey, they ran into a large Yeti-like creature and a battle ensued. Afterwards, with the blood spattering the caves features, River thought for sure that her mentor was dead. When she limped over to investigate, she found that Silverfang was alive, but for not much longer. Upon her request, she pulled her out of the battle cave into a much smaller side cave, and lay her body to rest. For three days she mourned beside her adoptive mother's carcass before taking her leave.
Luck found her when she came across a pack in her extreme time of need, having been roaming alone for almost six months. She could and had survived, but it left her thin, and in ill-repair. Only a silent driving force had kept her going. Quickly, as if she had meant to find this place, had been headed here all along, was destined to, and they knew it, she was adopted into the pack.
Tragedy hit the pack, as news of the loss of their alpha, Tyran, spread like wildfire among the wolves, and she felt alone again, out of place. She had only just showed up, and knew nothing about this male. When they mourned she stayed silent, and in the shadows, letting the pack have the time they needed to recoup. In this darkened time, she had caught the eyes of a male, gently, as he offered to help her around, and make her transition into the pack easier. Gratefully she accepted.
Shortly after, many members went off after Tyran's death, or were simply lost. Numbers severely dwindled, and the pack rejoiced when three males approached the pack, and asked to join. Little did the Alphess, Shudica, know that the three of them were in league to finish this pack off. With only four members locations known, they were easy prey.
With the coming of these unknown men, one ran off at the last minute, one was killed by the 'pack' and the leader was killed by Shudica, and she herself died.
This left the pack to only River, and a black coloured male named Soot. It just so happened, that he was the one who had introduced himself when she had just arrived. Over this time, they had found that they both had an immense liking for each other. Together, they claimed themselves leaders, believing that the pack should be continued. River felt that it was partially her duty, knowing that to Soot, this pack had been home.
But still, admist all the hell in the land, they slowly remade it, and she found her own personal Knight.
She now laughs silently to herself when she remembers Silverfang's words of women always lusting for their 'white knights'.
She would much prefer her Black Knight.
W I S H . Y O U . W E R E . H E R E
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Views on Purity:
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Views on Darkness:
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Views on the Pack:
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Views on Her/Himself:
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