Post by Rozilyne on Aug 18, 2011 19:20:25 GMT -5
Wolf Name: Rozilyne
Alias/Nickname: Roz, Rozzi
Breed: Grey Wolf
Age: 13 Seasons (3 years)
Apparent Age: N/A
Gender: Female
Fur color/style:
-Straying away from the traditional Grey and White pigmentation that usually befalls the Grey Wolf Species, Rozilyne's fur is darker. Swirls and heughs of off white, smokey gray and black blending together to give her a darker coloration. Looking as if she had rolled in a pile of ashes.
Eyes: Bright yellow, nearing Golden.
Marks/Scars:
-Light grey lines taint her darken pigmentation. Some of the more noticable and significant onces being the scar along her left hip the measures nearly 2 inches.
Physical Appearance:
-Rozilyne is rather small. However, very lithe. Muscles attaching to each section of her body, though, just enough. Not making her look over muscular or slow.
Rank: Loner. (For now)
Mate: None.
Skills: Fighting, Hunting.
.:Character’s Personal Information:.
Likes:
+Night Times
+Fall
+Rain
+Thunder
+Ocean.
Dislikes:
-Summer
-Birds
-Ignorance/Arrogance
-Lightening
Flaws:
-Rozilyne has a tendency to be very quiet. GIving the impression that she is weak and easily swayed. However, ont he other hand once bothered or irritated she has a small temper and can be very aggresive. She is also known to have a bit of a 'mental instability' which causes her to act rather quiet and off standish.
Worst Fears:
-One of Rozilyne's worst fears is feeling as if she had no control over a situation. She must have some insight to what is occuring around her. If this is not met then irritability kicks in. Causing her to be short tempered and rather moody. Yet another thing she fears is Death, however she does not avoid it, rather she does the opposite. Pushing herself to the very brink before retreating.
Personality:
-Roz has the capacity and ability to portain both negative and positive attributes when it comes to personality. Many, once breaking her out of her quiet and loner-ish demeanor find her leadership skills quite astounding. Selfless help and assistance being given to those who gain her trust. However, due to the clear mental issues she may posses many do not take the time to actually speak and inquire about her so she is often placed on the ouskirts of many affairs. This, perhaps, is where her fear of not being in control comes in. Having no control when she was a small pup and none when she was a adoloscent she craves for the sense of power and control and when it is not given to her it affects her rather negatively.
History:
-Rozilyne was born to Tiberius and Aalyia, both outcast to their. At first, Rozilyne felt as though nothing was wrong with her family, no matter how small it was in comparison to many of the other pups. The first year of her life being, what she felt to be, the best. However, it was in the midst of her first year of existence that things began to go astray.At only 1 and a half years old her father had died. The alpha of their 'pack' had finally had enough and 'done away' with him in a manner he had found appropriate. After the untimely death of her dearest and closests friend, she could feel teh threads between her mother and herself fraying with each passing day. Slowly, the two began nipping at each others paws and eventually engaging in brutal fights, leaving both with scars. One of which lingering on her hip for the rest of Rozilyne's days.
When she finally hit two years the clashes between her mother had become to much to bare so she simply left. Pads leaving a swaying trail behind her. A few months of lonliness can drive someone mad, and thats exactly what happened. With each rise and fall of the orange sun she found her head slowly catching fire, wits burning out. The stumbling and swaying path of the young rogue continued until she stumbled upon another placed in her path. A male. Xander. He was her duplicate, the same in every loving and adorning way. Instantly, the two struck up chemisty. His grey pelt matching the light accents along her underbelly as the two walked. All too quickly the girl found herself becoming keen on Xander. However, Father time had different plans for the two. Among the two's venture tradgedy struck Rozilyne's young heart once more as Xander succumbed to his own mental instability. No, he didn't die, he did, IN Rozilyne's eyes, something worse.
The morning sun had arose and washed over her ashen face to find the forest around her empty and cold. He had left. Abandoned ship. The truth of the matter seemed to crush the young female's soul. Mindlessly she carried forward. Wondering aimlessly through the many climates and forestation.
Sample Writing:
-Golden orbs flinched as the morning sun peeked over the emerald canopies of the looming tree's. Another day come and gone. A small sigh rocked her lithe and slender abdomen as the lonliness struck her chest once more. Right pad. Left pad. The two moved in graceful, mindless rythme. Like a tune that she had played one too many times. A gruff snort broke the morning silence around her as she shook the self pity and morning dew from her ashen coat. She tried to shake the past, honestly, she did. However, lately, it just kept returning. Leaking into the slim openings of her mind every chance it received. After a few more moments of mindless travel she stopped. Orbs casting skyward as she took in the purple haze of the morning skies. After a few moments of silent pondering her fragile mind had finally come to a decision. She would rest. Yet, her pads still continued forward, not for long though. Finally, her eyes took in a welcoming, almost beloved sight. The roots of a nearby tree winding and reaching out from the damp soil creating a perfect, hollow space within them. A small grin tugged at her corners as she swayed and lumbered over. Front pads landing on the ground before she burrowed her way in. Small frame bending and contorting until finally gaining rare comfort. However, her mind still continued to press away from sleep.
Alias/Nickname: Roz, Rozzi
Breed: Grey Wolf
Age: 13 Seasons (3 years)
Apparent Age: N/A
Gender: Female
Fur color/style:
-Straying away from the traditional Grey and White pigmentation that usually befalls the Grey Wolf Species, Rozilyne's fur is darker. Swirls and heughs of off white, smokey gray and black blending together to give her a darker coloration. Looking as if she had rolled in a pile of ashes.
Eyes: Bright yellow, nearing Golden.
Marks/Scars:
-Light grey lines taint her darken pigmentation. Some of the more noticable and significant onces being the scar along her left hip the measures nearly 2 inches.
Physical Appearance:
-Rozilyne is rather small. However, very lithe. Muscles attaching to each section of her body, though, just enough. Not making her look over muscular or slow.
Rank: Loner. (For now)
Mate: None.
Skills: Fighting, Hunting.
.:Character’s Personal Information:.
Likes:
+Night Times
+Fall
+Rain
+Thunder
+Ocean.
Dislikes:
-Summer
-Birds
-Ignorance/Arrogance
-Lightening
Flaws:
-Rozilyne has a tendency to be very quiet. GIving the impression that she is weak and easily swayed. However, ont he other hand once bothered or irritated she has a small temper and can be very aggresive. She is also known to have a bit of a 'mental instability' which causes her to act rather quiet and off standish.
Worst Fears:
-One of Rozilyne's worst fears is feeling as if she had no control over a situation. She must have some insight to what is occuring around her. If this is not met then irritability kicks in. Causing her to be short tempered and rather moody. Yet another thing she fears is Death, however she does not avoid it, rather she does the opposite. Pushing herself to the very brink before retreating.
Personality:
-Roz has the capacity and ability to portain both negative and positive attributes when it comes to personality. Many, once breaking her out of her quiet and loner-ish demeanor find her leadership skills quite astounding. Selfless help and assistance being given to those who gain her trust. However, due to the clear mental issues she may posses many do not take the time to actually speak and inquire about her so she is often placed on the ouskirts of many affairs. This, perhaps, is where her fear of not being in control comes in. Having no control when she was a small pup and none when she was a adoloscent she craves for the sense of power and control and when it is not given to her it affects her rather negatively.
History:
-Rozilyne was born to Tiberius and Aalyia, both outcast to their. At first, Rozilyne felt as though nothing was wrong with her family, no matter how small it was in comparison to many of the other pups. The first year of her life being, what she felt to be, the best. However, it was in the midst of her first year of existence that things began to go astray.At only 1 and a half years old her father had died. The alpha of their 'pack' had finally had enough and 'done away' with him in a manner he had found appropriate. After the untimely death of her dearest and closests friend, she could feel teh threads between her mother and herself fraying with each passing day. Slowly, the two began nipping at each others paws and eventually engaging in brutal fights, leaving both with scars. One of which lingering on her hip for the rest of Rozilyne's days.
When she finally hit two years the clashes between her mother had become to much to bare so she simply left. Pads leaving a swaying trail behind her. A few months of lonliness can drive someone mad, and thats exactly what happened. With each rise and fall of the orange sun she found her head slowly catching fire, wits burning out. The stumbling and swaying path of the young rogue continued until she stumbled upon another placed in her path. A male. Xander. He was her duplicate, the same in every loving and adorning way. Instantly, the two struck up chemisty. His grey pelt matching the light accents along her underbelly as the two walked. All too quickly the girl found herself becoming keen on Xander. However, Father time had different plans for the two. Among the two's venture tradgedy struck Rozilyne's young heart once more as Xander succumbed to his own mental instability. No, he didn't die, he did, IN Rozilyne's eyes, something worse.
The morning sun had arose and washed over her ashen face to find the forest around her empty and cold. He had left. Abandoned ship. The truth of the matter seemed to crush the young female's soul. Mindlessly she carried forward. Wondering aimlessly through the many climates and forestation.
Sample Writing:
-Golden orbs flinched as the morning sun peeked over the emerald canopies of the looming tree's. Another day come and gone. A small sigh rocked her lithe and slender abdomen as the lonliness struck her chest once more. Right pad. Left pad. The two moved in graceful, mindless rythme. Like a tune that she had played one too many times. A gruff snort broke the morning silence around her as she shook the self pity and morning dew from her ashen coat. She tried to shake the past, honestly, she did. However, lately, it just kept returning. Leaking into the slim openings of her mind every chance it received. After a few more moments of mindless travel she stopped. Orbs casting skyward as she took in the purple haze of the morning skies. After a few moments of silent pondering her fragile mind had finally come to a decision. She would rest. Yet, her pads still continued forward, not for long though. Finally, her eyes took in a welcoming, almost beloved sight. The roots of a nearby tree winding and reaching out from the damp soil creating a perfect, hollow space within them. A small grin tugged at her corners as she swayed and lumbered over. Front pads landing on the ground before she burrowed her way in. Small frame bending and contorting until finally gaining rare comfort. However, her mind still continued to press away from sleep.