Post by khitzu on Feb 10, 2010 20:39:32 GMT -5
~*Name*~
Anahera (preferred), “Ana” (affectionate name, and she hates it! xD)
~*Age*~
3 ½
~*Breed*~
Anahera (preferred), “Ana” (affectionate name, and she hates it! xD)
~*Age*~
3 ½
~*Breed*~
Step one: Take one Shiba Inu, toss in some Great Pyrenees.
Step two: Sparingly add one or two “secret ingredient” breeds to taste.
~*Gender*~
Female
~*Pack*~
Bush Pack
~*Rank*~
Apprentice (never been trained/been in a pack)
Rank name: (unnamed, will be named by Pyris/Catillac during RP)
~*Appearance*~
Shiba Inus on steroids!?
Pelt is golden on top with white markings and a white underbelly, medium-length pelt giving way to longer patches. Her tail is semi long and curls halfway down, usually curling into a roll on her behind. Short muzzle ends in a wet black nose, and hazel eyes peer from beneath her spot-“eyebrows”. A small, odd scar or brand in human-speak is on her left flank. She could be considered to have a stocky build, were it not for her size. Anahera’s quite a big girl, showing recent Great Pyrenees in her family tree.
~*Personality*~
Her motto would be something like “Duty before pleasure”, and just as clichéd. Whatever the pack’s interests, that is where her attention will be. But she is not as formal and stiff as one might think. In fact, some might think her annoying, and groan at her puns, for she jokes way too much. Always attempts to be courteous and friendly to all, but it’s best to watch out; she has a smokin’ hot temper.
~*History*~
After being shipwrecked on an isolated island, she grew up by herself. Recently, she was taken in by the Bush Pack. She might have a family, might not; if she does, she hasn’t bothered to tell anybody (though the truth is that she probably doesn’t know). She has put the past behind her, and is trying to make a new life with her new family. Her focus is on making new memories, and letting the past remain forgotten. But history always has a way of coming back to you…
~*Roleplay Sample*~
Anahera awoke. A hazel eye cracked open to stare at the stormy sky above her, billowing grey clouds promising an imminent downpour. She rolled onto her stomach, painfully pushing herself up. Looking up and down the beach, she could see nothing but sand and scattered debris. No other creatures could be seen, for even the birds had taken shelter. She was utterly alone, with no idea where she was—or how she had gotten there.
~*Other info*~
Female
~*Pack*~
Bush Pack
~*Rank*~
Apprentice (never been trained/been in a pack)
Rank name: (unnamed, will be named by Pyris/Catillac during RP)
~*Appearance*~
Shiba Inus on steroids!?
Pelt is golden on top with white markings and a white underbelly, medium-length pelt giving way to longer patches. Her tail is semi long and curls halfway down, usually curling into a roll on her behind. Short muzzle ends in a wet black nose, and hazel eyes peer from beneath her spot-“eyebrows”. A small, odd scar or brand in human-speak is on her left flank. She could be considered to have a stocky build, were it not for her size. Anahera’s quite a big girl, showing recent Great Pyrenees in her family tree.
~*Personality*~
Her motto would be something like “Duty before pleasure”, and just as clichéd. Whatever the pack’s interests, that is where her attention will be. But she is not as formal and stiff as one might think. In fact, some might think her annoying, and groan at her puns, for she jokes way too much. Always attempts to be courteous and friendly to all, but it’s best to watch out; she has a smokin’ hot temper.
~*History*~
After being shipwrecked on an isolated island, she grew up by herself. Recently, she was taken in by the Bush Pack. She might have a family, might not; if she does, she hasn’t bothered to tell anybody (though the truth is that she probably doesn’t know). She has put the past behind her, and is trying to make a new life with her new family. Her focus is on making new memories, and letting the past remain forgotten. But history always has a way of coming back to you…
~*Roleplay Sample*~
Anahera awoke. A hazel eye cracked open to stare at the stormy sky above her, billowing grey clouds promising an imminent downpour. She rolled onto her stomach, painfully pushing herself up. Looking up and down the beach, she could see nothing but sand and scattered debris. No other creatures could be seen, for even the birds had taken shelter. She was utterly alone, with no idea where she was—or how she had gotten there.
~*Other info*~
-Though she’s a crack-up, she’s not absentminded; she actually tends to be overly-logical.
-Doesn’t really remember anything about her life before she landed on the island (so if someone would like to make a character from her past or something…).
