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Nov 5, 2014 18:58:48 GMT -4
Post by Alphess Ariste on Nov 5, 2014 18:58:48 GMT -4
Age: 2 years old, 9 months
Appearance: She has thick, jet black fur that is long and silky. Her tail is very long, and feathered. Her muzzle is long, and flecked with snow white speckles. Her frame is on the smaller side, and she is very agile. She has a broad-ish chest and shoulders, and slim haunches, legs small but very long, and packed with power. Her paws and small, with closed toes, 4 inches when splayed out. She has a scar from the crook of her left leg, up across her chest, to her pulse point, and another from the base of her ear, around and down to the corner of her eye, and many scars hidden under the thick of her fur. Her fangs are quite large, long, and sharp. Her eyes are gold with silver flecks, but at night the lighting change makes them appear to be silver with golden highlights. Her ears are medium sized, allowing her to hear far, but also not be too cold. She weights around 98-103 pounds, and relies on her speed, agility, and intelligence in fights.
She's a tall 33 inches in height, and 6 1/2 feet from the tip of her nose, to the tip of her tail. Her scull measures 12 inches long, with strong, bone crushing jaws, along with especially strong neck and leg muscles. She moves with a natural, easy grace, as if gliding.
Personality: he is often discribed as irritable, and is harsh on others. She will not hesitate to assert her dominance, and will do so in a painful and humiliating fashion, should you step out of line. She will push every wolf to their limits, forcing them to be only the best. She trains hard, and you better be prepared to go to the healers after a training session with her, should you request to be her apprentice. Some think she simply picks on others for the fun of it, but helps them in the only way she knows.
Personality: It is extremely hard to earn her trust, but once you do, you will be confidants and friends, and she will be loyal. Even if you're close friends though, she won't change her personality just because of that. She's sassy and sarcastic, and hates her time to be wasted. She has a special soft spot for pups, and would accept any young pup into the pack, so long as it still promised to be faithful to her. Her eyes hide the pain, a fragile layer of emotionlessness concealing the anguish in her multicolored orbs. She is often found hunting and patrolling the territory, or sitting alone, thinking to herself. Is often evasive of personal questions, and a curious fae or brute who pushes to far will be met with a painful slash, and being chased away. She is always alert, and finds it difficult to let her guard down.
Until you at least mildly earn her respect, she will treat you as an omega. She knows when to be dominant, and when to submit, but won't submit unless necessary, which is never as she has risen to the top of the pack, as a brutal Alphess.
History: Her mother was kicked from the pack when she was pregnant, for supposedly killing a pup. Ariste and her siblings were born as loners, and kept in hiding. They were safe and comforable for the first 3 months of their life, before their father left them to find a new pack. Despite their mother's efforts, when they were 5 months old, the pups were taken and used for fight entertainment. While Ariste won most fight, climbing higher and higher in ranking, her siblings did not fare as well, quickly being killed off in the fights. Only Ariste and her sister, Adrienna, continued to win fights. As they grew, they were forced to fight bigger and bigger things. Only the toughest survived, and Adrienna and Ariste became tougher and more harsh, having to mature quicker than most pups. Ariste wasn't necessarily a rebel, but often attacked wolves and guard, or happened to kill her opponant too quickly, as the pack liked the fights to be drawn out. If any of those happened, she would be starved, and would go without food or water until she couldn't manage to even hold her own weight, and would stay curled in the very back of her den until they had mercy on her, and gave her a vole or small rabbit, even a bird, anything that was spared after the last feast. She usually was forced to watch all her packmates feed on large rabbits, and elk and deer, while she sat alone in her cave, either guarded or tied up.
She wasn't allowed to stay with her sister in a den, but they stayed very close, taking every opportunity to talk and stay close, which made what happened next all the harder. When She was 19 months old, Ariste was forced to kill her now only living sibling, her sister and best friend. She was devastated, and became a harsh killer, feeling no regret to kill another wolf, even trying more and more to escape. It became harder and harder to contain her hostility, and was often punished when she attacked someone, and became the best in the pack. The best fighter around. Everyone hated to fight her. She sometimes went days before they would feed her. She escaped twice, only to be tracked down again. She turned sullen, and that's when she turned masochist, at times refusing the water or food they brought her, and only feeding herself enough to win her fights, and nothing more. Finally, when
She was 21 months, She managed to escape during a storm, when she was left unattended for once, hidden in the darkness by her black fur. She ran without looking back, traveling for months to get as far away from her prison as she could. She travelled far until she came upon the lands that are now her home. It wasn't two months later when the whole world was thrown into turmoil, left desolate, and giving Ariste the idea to create a pack.
Mate: No one
Pups: None
Appearance: She has thick, jet black fur that is long and silky. Her tail is very long, and feathered. Her muzzle is long, and flecked with snow white speckles. Her frame is on the smaller side, and she is very agile. She has a broad-ish chest and shoulders, and slim haunches, legs small but very long, and packed with power. Her paws and small, with closed toes, 4 inches when splayed out. She has a scar from the crook of her left leg, up across her chest, to her pulse point, and another from the base of her ear, around and down to the corner of her eye, and many scars hidden under the thick of her fur. Her fangs are quite large, long, and sharp. Her eyes are gold with silver flecks, but at night the lighting change makes them appear to be silver with golden highlights. Her ears are medium sized, allowing her to hear far, but also not be too cold. She weights around 98-103 pounds, and relies on her speed, agility, and intelligence in fights.
She's a tall 33 inches in height, and 6 1/2 feet from the tip of her nose, to the tip of her tail. Her scull measures 12 inches long, with strong, bone crushing jaws, along with especially strong neck and leg muscles. She moves with a natural, easy grace, as if gliding.
Personality: he is often discribed as irritable, and is harsh on others. She will not hesitate to assert her dominance, and will do so in a painful and humiliating fashion, should you step out of line. She will push every wolf to their limits, forcing them to be only the best. She trains hard, and you better be prepared to go to the healers after a training session with her, should you request to be her apprentice. Some think she simply picks on others for the fun of it, but helps them in the only way she knows.
Personality: It is extremely hard to earn her trust, but once you do, you will be confidants and friends, and she will be loyal. Even if you're close friends though, she won't change her personality just because of that. She's sassy and sarcastic, and hates her time to be wasted. She has a special soft spot for pups, and would accept any young pup into the pack, so long as it still promised to be faithful to her. Her eyes hide the pain, a fragile layer of emotionlessness concealing the anguish in her multicolored orbs. She is often found hunting and patrolling the territory, or sitting alone, thinking to herself. Is often evasive of personal questions, and a curious fae or brute who pushes to far will be met with a painful slash, and being chased away. She is always alert, and finds it difficult to let her guard down.
Until you at least mildly earn her respect, she will treat you as an omega. She knows when to be dominant, and when to submit, but won't submit unless necessary, which is never as she has risen to the top of the pack, as a brutal Alphess.
History: Her mother was kicked from the pack when she was pregnant, for supposedly killing a pup. Ariste and her siblings were born as loners, and kept in hiding. They were safe and comforable for the first 3 months of their life, before their father left them to find a new pack. Despite their mother's efforts, when they were 5 months old, the pups were taken and used for fight entertainment. While Ariste won most fight, climbing higher and higher in ranking, her siblings did not fare as well, quickly being killed off in the fights. Only Ariste and her sister, Adrienna, continued to win fights. As they grew, they were forced to fight bigger and bigger things. Only the toughest survived, and Adrienna and Ariste became tougher and more harsh, having to mature quicker than most pups. Ariste wasn't necessarily a rebel, but often attacked wolves and guard, or happened to kill her opponant too quickly, as the pack liked the fights to be drawn out. If any of those happened, she would be starved, and would go without food or water until she couldn't manage to even hold her own weight, and would stay curled in the very back of her den until they had mercy on her, and gave her a vole or small rabbit, even a bird, anything that was spared after the last feast. She usually was forced to watch all her packmates feed on large rabbits, and elk and deer, while she sat alone in her cave, either guarded or tied up.
She wasn't allowed to stay with her sister in a den, but they stayed very close, taking every opportunity to talk and stay close, which made what happened next all the harder. When She was 19 months old, Ariste was forced to kill her now only living sibling, her sister and best friend. She was devastated, and became a harsh killer, feeling no regret to kill another wolf, even trying more and more to escape. It became harder and harder to contain her hostility, and was often punished when she attacked someone, and became the best in the pack. The best fighter around. Everyone hated to fight her. She sometimes went days before they would feed her. She escaped twice, only to be tracked down again. She turned sullen, and that's when she turned masochist, at times refusing the water or food they brought her, and only feeding herself enough to win her fights, and nothing more. Finally, when
She was 21 months, She managed to escape during a storm, when she was left unattended for once, hidden in the darkness by her black fur. She ran without looking back, traveling for months to get as far away from her prison as she could. She travelled far until she came upon the lands that are now her home. It wasn't two months later when the whole world was thrown into turmoil, left desolate, and giving Ariste the idea to create a pack.
Mate: No one
Pups: None
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