Post by Fork on Aug 18, 2011 22:52:13 GMT -5
Wolf Name: Delphia
Alias/Nickname: Delph, Del
Breed: Red Wolf
Age: 13 seasons
Apparent Age: Delphia appears to look remarkably similar to her actual age, despite her small structure. Her proportions make it obvious that she is not a youngling.
Gender: Female
Fur color/style: Her fur is uncharacteristically short, more like that of a coyote than of a wolf. Because of this she finds difficulty in the winter seasons. In order to keep warm she moves around quite a bit, and sleeps in warm dark places to conserve heat. The color of her fur is a dark brown shade, and it becomes lighter around her stomach area and tail. The brown darkens around her forehead, ears, and back. On the back of each leg, above the paw pads, are soft white marks, but they are often caked with dirt that hides their bright color.
Eyes: Like many red wolves, her eyes are a dark shade of amber, and are almond shaped.
Marks/Scars: As a wolf with a relatively sheltered and peaceful life, no scars can be found on Delph.
Physical Appearance: At twenty-two inches tall at the shoulder, Del is a considerably small wolf. Her short structure is accented rather than hidden by relatively long legs; which help her to look more capable in speed rather than making her look any taller. It’s obvious seeing her that she is not a capable fighter as very little muscle is noticeable on her. She has petite features; however for her size she eats considerably well and does not have a problem finding food.
Rank: Loner/Wanderer (possibly will be omega of pack)
Mate: None
Skills: Delph has never been particularly grand at any physical or survival skill. She finds it difficult to hunt with others in a pack, preferring solitary hunting trips to catch smaller quarry. Specifically, she finds a fondness for catching rabbits and salmon. However, when hunting in a group she finds it difficult to find a place of use for herself. The lack of an ability to fight also hinders her slightly; although she’s found avoiding conflict to be relatively easy. As a loner she knows the minimum she needs in order to survive.
Delph’s skills lie more in her social abilities than anything else. A gift with words makes her a helpful peace-maker and she is rather gifted with pups. Her conversational abilities and natural affection for pups means that in previous times spent with packs her role was to watch the pups when the pack went hunting. She is particularly good at giving advice, although she doesn’t have the answer to everything and is prone to making mistakes from a sheer lack of judgment.
.:Character’s Personal Information:.
Likes:
Swimming- Being small enough and having short enough fur that water doesn’t cling to her for too terribly a long amount of time lead Delphia to try something she’d seen a few other wolves to in the past. Swim. This allows her to cross rivers (although ones with strong currents generally deter her) and lakes.
Solitary Hunting- She prefers to hunt by herself and finds cooperating in a group difficult. It’s most likely that this comes from her traveling alone as a loner. Also, the prey she knows how to catch is considerably smaller than the common elk and she’d probably stay away from a live elk just from the fear of its massive size.
Pups- It’s fairly obvious that a female wolf should feel the natural urge to protect and raise pups. Delpia feels this strongly and honestly enjoys playing with pups and taking care of them when the rest of the pack is away.
Companionship- This is another natural urge many wolves have, but Delphia feels this louder than most. She enjoys rambling on about anything with others, greeting them joyfully and taking the time to get to know them. Friendship is something that was difficult for her to find while wandering, so every friendship she makes is important.
Dislikes:
Pessimism- The idea that others can think in such a depressed why completely bewilders her. She prefers to believe that things will work out for the best; pessimism, to her, just seems like giving up.
Blood- It doesn’t just freak her out, blood makes her feel sick.
Cold weather- Her fur is short and meant for warmer weather. While she doesn’t hate the cold seasons she can’t honestly say that she particularly likes it, either. What she prefers is the warm spring waiting at the end of the cold winter.
Flaws: Although she has good intentions, her almost constant chatter usually drives others off. It’s considered annoying to speak as much as she does, but she rarely stops talking. She is also considered weak by larger and stronger wolves. She is difficult and has a problem with listening to instructions; but often allows other’s will to be forced upon her. She is typically a follower, allowing others to make the executive decisions and caring very little if she is trampled on in the process. She is humble almost to a degree of stupidity and has poor judgment, often walking up with a friendly smile to a stranger before really taking into consideration how safe a move that is. She has a tendency to lie if she thinks it will make others happy.
Worst Fears: Blood has always been a sight that Del can’t stand. It sends her into a mix of shock and paralyzing fear. It terrifies her, and it makes her feel ill. To clarify, it is wolf’s blood that bothers her, prey is perfectly acceptable for her to see. Aside from blood, creatures much larger than her (particularly large wolves, cougars) have always frightened her. Failure is also something she fears deeply, because she is so rarely given important tasks that the mere idea of not meeting demands sounds horrid.
Personality: Talkative is the first and most obvious character trait one would notice about Del. She is the type to greet others with a large smile and a happy voice. It’s probable that she became this way –the kind of person who shares her thoughts so willingly- because of years spent traveling alone. She’s compassionate for others, but specifically she feels a great deal of affection and loyalty for those she considers family. She is very honest and at peace with herself.
Rather than taking charge, she generally allows others to make decisions. She goes with the flow, however she won’t stop giving her input on whatever situation is at hand. While she is a very submissive soul, she doesn’t mind sharing her opinions.
A lack of superb skills or abilities means that others who have mentioned abilities might mock her; but she prefers to not let this get to her. She’s comfortable with being more a fleer than a fighter and doesn’t mind that side of her being acknowledged. She met a lot of wolves who were probably much larger and more powerful than she is in the past; if she dwelled on every harsh comment she wouldn’t be able to move forward.
Delph is an almost childish soul; primarily this comes from time often spent caring for pups.
Her emotions don’t really reach “highs” and “lows”, rather they stay more balanced.
History:
Delph’s short fur unmistakably comes from the southern regions of the world, where snow is almost a myth and high temperatures are common. She was born into a rather ordinary and small pack; most of the members were directly related to her family. Her parents were the alphas, as in their territory only the alphas were permitted to reproduce.
She grew up with four siblings, three of which were males. More often than not they were under the constant supervision of the entire family, and they would pull the female pups out of their play fights if they conclude that it was getting too rough. This strict and controlled way of life was completely normal; none of the pups bothered to question it. They were taught how to hunt and the females were taught basic defensive fighting while the males learned more aggressive techniques to keep them safe when it was their turn to leave the pack.
Because only a single male would be chosen to stay and become the new alpha of the pack when his parents retired. The other two would leave home to find their own families while the females remained as part of the pack to help raise pups. When the time came, both of Delph’s brothers vanished into the forest and the pack would never hear from them again.
Delphia had been very jealous of her brothers. They were allowed something she had never even thought about before; freedom. The ability to explore and wander wherever they pleased with nothing holding them back. The dream of freedom was difficult for Del to acquire, because not only was she a female, but she was the runt of the litter.
When she first brought up the idea of leaving home to her parents, they immediately refused. The idea of a female leaving the pack was preposterous. After seasons of nagging and some words from her remaining siblings, her parents finally agreed that she should be allowed to live as she pleases.
Her first time alone in the world was incredibly lonely; but not so much so that she felt the need to return to her home pack. It seemed fitting to venture north, however the first true nights in the colder environment were terribly uncomfortable for her.
During her travels she met many loners but made few lasting friendship. The ones that didn’t immediately chase her off or disregard her completely she usually only met once. During particularly harsh winters she found the courage to venture on pack lands, and when a pack was kind they would allow her to stay and when pups arrived in the springs she would look after them.
But always she would leave again, the urge to continue drifting from place to place hitting her hard. To the present she is still wandering; but at a total lack of recent company she is looking to find a home and settle down.
Sample Writing: (When Del’s parents wouldn’t allow her to leave, she fled to a peaceful river to sulk.)
Anger and frustration clouded the mind of the young dark brown wolf who raced through the thin forest, no particular destination in mind. The paths were familiar enough that she only vaguely took thought and consideration into where she was heading. The trees above did little to block the overbearing heat from the sun; almost instantly she tired from the run and slowed her pace so that she was trotting grumpily.
Her thoughts swarmed around how unfair it all was. Her brothers got to leave home and find a new, interesting life while she was expected to hang around? There was a whole new world out there to explore. The urge to race into the dark woods and never return was becoming exceedingly obvious. Instead, she remained on the familiar path, grumbling to herself in agitation.
The small river she reached was large enough that it would go up to her waist if she stepped into it, but was not very wide and got no deeper. As a pup the stream had seemed dreadfully large and dangerous, but now that she was older she assumed that she understood everything. The river was small and not so dangerous. Snakes were dangerous, as they could bite you. Bears were dangerous, because they were larger and quite deadly.
Being captive in a single place…was that dangerous too?
She stood at the edge of the water and stared at her somewhat rippled reflection. Looking at herself…she didn’t think she looked so incapable of leading her own life. It didn’t seem so ridiculous that she wanted to explore and run through the wilderness like her siblings. Did the other females of the pack feel this crushing wish to leave as well, or was she the odd one out?
As if she was feeling a heavy weight she sat back on her haunches, her eyes gazing across the river now rather than at it. On the other side was the border to their territory. It wouldn’t be so hard to take a few steps and cross over.
And yet, she couldn’t. Every inch of her begged her to run, but something about leaving seemed wrong. Unfulfilled. Her parents…they would worry.
The afternoon sun was finally beginning to set. The lush trees would soon become black silhouettes in the evening sky. The pack would be howling for her soon, calling for her to return. She’d been pondering her thoughts for far too long.
At the sound of a crow cawing ominously nearby she stood and retraced her steps back home.
Alias/Nickname: Delph, Del
Breed: Red Wolf
Age: 13 seasons
Apparent Age: Delphia appears to look remarkably similar to her actual age, despite her small structure. Her proportions make it obvious that she is not a youngling.
Gender: Female
Fur color/style: Her fur is uncharacteristically short, more like that of a coyote than of a wolf. Because of this she finds difficulty in the winter seasons. In order to keep warm she moves around quite a bit, and sleeps in warm dark places to conserve heat. The color of her fur is a dark brown shade, and it becomes lighter around her stomach area and tail. The brown darkens around her forehead, ears, and back. On the back of each leg, above the paw pads, are soft white marks, but they are often caked with dirt that hides their bright color.
Eyes: Like many red wolves, her eyes are a dark shade of amber, and are almond shaped.
Marks/Scars: As a wolf with a relatively sheltered and peaceful life, no scars can be found on Delph.
Physical Appearance: At twenty-two inches tall at the shoulder, Del is a considerably small wolf. Her short structure is accented rather than hidden by relatively long legs; which help her to look more capable in speed rather than making her look any taller. It’s obvious seeing her that she is not a capable fighter as very little muscle is noticeable on her. She has petite features; however for her size she eats considerably well and does not have a problem finding food.
Rank: Loner/Wanderer (possibly will be omega of pack)
Mate: None
Skills: Delph has never been particularly grand at any physical or survival skill. She finds it difficult to hunt with others in a pack, preferring solitary hunting trips to catch smaller quarry. Specifically, she finds a fondness for catching rabbits and salmon. However, when hunting in a group she finds it difficult to find a place of use for herself. The lack of an ability to fight also hinders her slightly; although she’s found avoiding conflict to be relatively easy. As a loner she knows the minimum she needs in order to survive.
Delph’s skills lie more in her social abilities than anything else. A gift with words makes her a helpful peace-maker and she is rather gifted with pups. Her conversational abilities and natural affection for pups means that in previous times spent with packs her role was to watch the pups when the pack went hunting. She is particularly good at giving advice, although she doesn’t have the answer to everything and is prone to making mistakes from a sheer lack of judgment.
.:Character’s Personal Information:.
Likes:
Swimming- Being small enough and having short enough fur that water doesn’t cling to her for too terribly a long amount of time lead Delphia to try something she’d seen a few other wolves to in the past. Swim. This allows her to cross rivers (although ones with strong currents generally deter her) and lakes.
Solitary Hunting- She prefers to hunt by herself and finds cooperating in a group difficult. It’s most likely that this comes from her traveling alone as a loner. Also, the prey she knows how to catch is considerably smaller than the common elk and she’d probably stay away from a live elk just from the fear of its massive size.
Pups- It’s fairly obvious that a female wolf should feel the natural urge to protect and raise pups. Delpia feels this strongly and honestly enjoys playing with pups and taking care of them when the rest of the pack is away.
Companionship- This is another natural urge many wolves have, but Delphia feels this louder than most. She enjoys rambling on about anything with others, greeting them joyfully and taking the time to get to know them. Friendship is something that was difficult for her to find while wandering, so every friendship she makes is important.
Dislikes:
Pessimism- The idea that others can think in such a depressed why completely bewilders her. She prefers to believe that things will work out for the best; pessimism, to her, just seems like giving up.
Blood- It doesn’t just freak her out, blood makes her feel sick.
Cold weather- Her fur is short and meant for warmer weather. While she doesn’t hate the cold seasons she can’t honestly say that she particularly likes it, either. What she prefers is the warm spring waiting at the end of the cold winter.
Flaws: Although she has good intentions, her almost constant chatter usually drives others off. It’s considered annoying to speak as much as she does, but she rarely stops talking. She is also considered weak by larger and stronger wolves. She is difficult and has a problem with listening to instructions; but often allows other’s will to be forced upon her. She is typically a follower, allowing others to make the executive decisions and caring very little if she is trampled on in the process. She is humble almost to a degree of stupidity and has poor judgment, often walking up with a friendly smile to a stranger before really taking into consideration how safe a move that is. She has a tendency to lie if she thinks it will make others happy.
Worst Fears: Blood has always been a sight that Del can’t stand. It sends her into a mix of shock and paralyzing fear. It terrifies her, and it makes her feel ill. To clarify, it is wolf’s blood that bothers her, prey is perfectly acceptable for her to see. Aside from blood, creatures much larger than her (particularly large wolves, cougars) have always frightened her. Failure is also something she fears deeply, because she is so rarely given important tasks that the mere idea of not meeting demands sounds horrid.
Personality: Talkative is the first and most obvious character trait one would notice about Del. She is the type to greet others with a large smile and a happy voice. It’s probable that she became this way –the kind of person who shares her thoughts so willingly- because of years spent traveling alone. She’s compassionate for others, but specifically she feels a great deal of affection and loyalty for those she considers family. She is very honest and at peace with herself.
Rather than taking charge, she generally allows others to make decisions. She goes with the flow, however she won’t stop giving her input on whatever situation is at hand. While she is a very submissive soul, she doesn’t mind sharing her opinions.
A lack of superb skills or abilities means that others who have mentioned abilities might mock her; but she prefers to not let this get to her. She’s comfortable with being more a fleer than a fighter and doesn’t mind that side of her being acknowledged. She met a lot of wolves who were probably much larger and more powerful than she is in the past; if she dwelled on every harsh comment she wouldn’t be able to move forward.
Delph is an almost childish soul; primarily this comes from time often spent caring for pups.
Her emotions don’t really reach “highs” and “lows”, rather they stay more balanced.
History:
Delph’s short fur unmistakably comes from the southern regions of the world, where snow is almost a myth and high temperatures are common. She was born into a rather ordinary and small pack; most of the members were directly related to her family. Her parents were the alphas, as in their territory only the alphas were permitted to reproduce.
She grew up with four siblings, three of which were males. More often than not they were under the constant supervision of the entire family, and they would pull the female pups out of their play fights if they conclude that it was getting too rough. This strict and controlled way of life was completely normal; none of the pups bothered to question it. They were taught how to hunt and the females were taught basic defensive fighting while the males learned more aggressive techniques to keep them safe when it was their turn to leave the pack.
Because only a single male would be chosen to stay and become the new alpha of the pack when his parents retired. The other two would leave home to find their own families while the females remained as part of the pack to help raise pups. When the time came, both of Delph’s brothers vanished into the forest and the pack would never hear from them again.
Delphia had been very jealous of her brothers. They were allowed something she had never even thought about before; freedom. The ability to explore and wander wherever they pleased with nothing holding them back. The dream of freedom was difficult for Del to acquire, because not only was she a female, but she was the runt of the litter.
When she first brought up the idea of leaving home to her parents, they immediately refused. The idea of a female leaving the pack was preposterous. After seasons of nagging and some words from her remaining siblings, her parents finally agreed that she should be allowed to live as she pleases.
Her first time alone in the world was incredibly lonely; but not so much so that she felt the need to return to her home pack. It seemed fitting to venture north, however the first true nights in the colder environment were terribly uncomfortable for her.
During her travels she met many loners but made few lasting friendship. The ones that didn’t immediately chase her off or disregard her completely she usually only met once. During particularly harsh winters she found the courage to venture on pack lands, and when a pack was kind they would allow her to stay and when pups arrived in the springs she would look after them.
But always she would leave again, the urge to continue drifting from place to place hitting her hard. To the present she is still wandering; but at a total lack of recent company she is looking to find a home and settle down.
Sample Writing: (When Del’s parents wouldn’t allow her to leave, she fled to a peaceful river to sulk.)
Anger and frustration clouded the mind of the young dark brown wolf who raced through the thin forest, no particular destination in mind. The paths were familiar enough that she only vaguely took thought and consideration into where she was heading. The trees above did little to block the overbearing heat from the sun; almost instantly she tired from the run and slowed her pace so that she was trotting grumpily.
Her thoughts swarmed around how unfair it all was. Her brothers got to leave home and find a new, interesting life while she was expected to hang around? There was a whole new world out there to explore. The urge to race into the dark woods and never return was becoming exceedingly obvious. Instead, she remained on the familiar path, grumbling to herself in agitation.
The small river she reached was large enough that it would go up to her waist if she stepped into it, but was not very wide and got no deeper. As a pup the stream had seemed dreadfully large and dangerous, but now that she was older she assumed that she understood everything. The river was small and not so dangerous. Snakes were dangerous, as they could bite you. Bears were dangerous, because they were larger and quite deadly.
Being captive in a single place…was that dangerous too?
She stood at the edge of the water and stared at her somewhat rippled reflection. Looking at herself…she didn’t think she looked so incapable of leading her own life. It didn’t seem so ridiculous that she wanted to explore and run through the wilderness like her siblings. Did the other females of the pack feel this crushing wish to leave as well, or was she the odd one out?
As if she was feeling a heavy weight she sat back on her haunches, her eyes gazing across the river now rather than at it. On the other side was the border to their territory. It wouldn’t be so hard to take a few steps and cross over.
And yet, she couldn’t. Every inch of her begged her to run, but something about leaving seemed wrong. Unfulfilled. Her parents…they would worry.
The afternoon sun was finally beginning to set. The lush trees would soon become black silhouettes in the evening sky. The pack would be howling for her soon, calling for her to return. She’d been pondering her thoughts for far too long.
At the sound of a crow cawing ominously nearby she stood and retraced her steps back home.
