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Post by Dani's ~ CAKE! on Jun 19, 2009 18:14:08 GMT -5
 NAME: Altair
GENDER: female
AGE: 3 years - 2 months
BIRTH DATE: October 4th
SPECIES: Lasagne Luzion
DESCRIPTION:
You could say Altair has a petit and feminine figure on her if you'd like to be telling the truth. Even with all that long and silky hair you can still see Altair's rib cage. Her face may appear gaunt when you first look at her and the second time she will still appear gaunt. A smile makes up for all this gaunty-ness of course. Her legs are like that of a great tree in the forest but minimized to the size of a thread of hair. She has absolutely no muscle on her and the muscle she does have goes into her skill in the field of endurance and speed.
Her walk is springy and practically screams happiness. She throws in a few hops and kicks here and there just to get that energy wasted. Those nimble legs of her's make her look like a newborn fawn at play as she does this funny little walk. Her head sometimes tilts this way and that like a bird when she's trying to express confusion and the complete opposite, understanding.
A pelt as dark as the night sky. Once you take the time to look up at the sky at night you'll notice it's lighter than the day. Splotches of silvery white- like the bright stars of the night sky- cover her body and face. It would remind a skilled painter of his first work as a child; splattering black paint all over a fine white canves until there is more black than white. The pattern of the silver color of Altair come's in swirls and whip-like splatters. It really is the work of a child once you think about it; you just have to be creative to notice it.
Last but not least comes the woven raven feathers through her fur. The darkness of the feather alight during both day and night and seem to outshine the rest of her body. To add on to her bird like traits she has a black as pitch raven's tail replacing the original wolf tail. The tail is and functions like any other raven's, splaying and then folding back into a neat rectangle. It sometimes comes up like a peacock when Altair is suprised or angered and droops like the bird of paradise when she's saddened. "Not least" is the eyes. I will not tell you what her eye color is and I'm sorry. If you look at the picture above you may have a good guess on what color it is, though. <3
PERSONALITY:
Just like her walk, Altair is springy and always happy. That silly grin of her's is constantly present, even when she's sad. She would take anyone under her wing and love them as one of her own pup's... even though she hasn't had the chance to have any. She reacts to rejection very dramatically, often following that one wolf that was mean to her and pestering it until s/he confessed that s/he liked her. That is where she gets annoying; always one to persue what she wants, even if it means torturing another with her blabbering. Shy? Oh no no no, Altair can never be shy. No blushing, no steps back; Altair would go straight up to another wolf and lick 'em across the face if she hadn't learnt her manners.
When Altair is angered, although it is rare, she can be blind to the welfare of others. She'll go straight on ahead to rip the one who caused her such rage in two and then eat the remains. Yes, she is a cannibal. This trait of Altair did not come naturally; she learnt it from her parents (more later). Altair is not idiotic and she would have enough sense during these spouts of fury to drag the corpse away to a secretive place to finish it off. A very happy wolf indeed.
Sadness comes more easily to Altair. From past experiances Altair has become prone to react both viciously and sadly towards certain things that remind her of her cruel past. Her eye's become "speechless" and her mouth opens a tad in astonishment at the sudden mention of something so similar to her past slaps her in the face. She then curses and accuses the one who was "talking of her past that s/he was there and that they should've done something. Altair then sulks off muttering swears and still more curses. She's my baby. <3
HISTORY:
She was born on the 4th of October with one other sister. Her parents were reletively kind to them in the first few weeks of birth. When the time came for the two sister to disperse into their own lives, one member of the family would not allow it. This wolf was her father. He was suprisingly more passionate about his daughters and did'nt wish to have them leave. There were no complaints from the two sisters but they found it odd that there was such a sudden change in plans. Maybe Altair's father planned to raise a pack, who knew? Oh, if only they knew...
The mother of the two sisters started to act nervous around their father. The two sisters were old enough to know that this was definantly not right. They soon learned why she was so nervous. Their father came to the den one day with a fellow Luzion clasped beneath his teeth. Altair and her sister were horrified at the sight but remained where they were, thinking this was just a trespasser on their lands. The father began to move his jaws this way and that and his eye's soon lit up in astonishment. 'It's good' he had said, offering it to his pups. The sisters were hesitant but managed a few unwilling bites. It was a mixture of both a horid taste and a somewhat... amusing one. They continued to eat as their mother watched on in pity.
The next to go was Altair's sister. Her father had said that she was too weak to be considered her kin. For some reason Altair was proud that her father had practically said that she was worthy enough and her sister was not. Altair was now only left with her mother but that changed also. Her father ravaged mother before he killed he with the look of blood in his hauntingly yellow eyes. For the first time in a long while, Altair was frightened of the fact she was a cannibal. After he was finished with his mother he said the same thing he had said the first time he brought a dead wolf in. Altair did as he said while weeping for her mother.
The thing that has scarred Altair to this day was when her father ravaged her; just like her mother. Altair wept in huge gasps afterward and lay on the ground- trembling in fright at what was to come next. Her father sniffed her and bit at her ear a bit before trotting off as if nothing had happened. Altair tries not to think that he may be alive and well walking a mere few miles away.
eSYNC:
LOOKING: She doesn't know that she's looking <3
AGE RANGE: as long as he's not one of those crazy old perv's
LOOKS FOR IN A WOLF: A cannibal like herself, yay!
COMMENTS: LOVE HER.
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Post by ( labbie! ) on Jun 19, 2009 19:50:44 GMT -5
ACCEPTED! thanks, accepted! welcome to project sublime.
she's such a beautiful character. I really like happy wolves. ^^ |
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