Post by misfit on Sept 14, 2010 15:21:20 GMT -5
Lovely Misfit
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Name:Misfit
Nickname(s):Missy
Gender: Female
Age: 2 years
Species: Timber wolf x red wolf
Eye Color: lavendar
Pelt Color: White, russet and black (See Image).
Physical Description: Like her mother, misfit is a tri color wolf. Her pelt is combined by shades of white, black and also russets which meld together in delicate shading that causes each color to compliment the other. Along with this coloration Misfit’s pelt is made up of a plush feathery texture, thick, her coat keeps her quite comfortable even on the coldest days. Although thick it is fine and easy to matt, making grooming a constant battle for the fae. Misfit is also quite small, standing only 3 feet at the shoulders and weighing a measly 98 lbs. Her pelt is the only thing that gives her any true mass at all. Despite her small stature however, muscles are quite well developed and although not bulky they are defined. She is built more for stealth and speed other than brute strength. This fact makes it clear she is not meant for combat.
Personality: Misfit is a domineering little fae, Sassy and punctual. Her mind is a mystery for almost all as she seems to keep thoughts to herself and simply acts upon what seems to drive within that little head of hers. She is aggressive, at times devious. However she is also thoughtful and compassionate when it matters and only to those she chooses to show her soft side to. Misfit is not the type to show off her gentle side often, and even when she does try to show kindness it seems the little monster inside of her shines through, even when she doesn’t mean for it. She is a natural miscreant and will forever be that way. You can often see Misfit strutting about, trying to gain the upper hand upon anyone that will allow her some attention. She is outspoken and untameable, a rebellious streak in her that does not seem to shy away at any given point.
History:
Mother: Mischief
Father: Rafe
Brother(s): Convict and Vandal
Misfit was raised by her mother and uncle, she had grown in foreign lands under a dark alpha and although she is of neutral standing it was quite early on that she had displayed darkling characteristics. Many believed she simply claimed neutrality to please her mother, not wanting her to think she had truly taken the dark nature of her father. With her mother’s wit and the veracity of her unknown father, Misfit had grown quickly into a keen fae of devious intentions. She was rebellious from the start and beautiful in her displays, a femme fatal without question, she was often gaining the upper hand on her larger brothers, with wit alone it was not difficult. She had grown to be rather petite in comparison to her siblings and through the years she had grown rather close to her brother Convict, the same brother she had left behind when she left the dying lands. (story will most likely develop further in the near future.)
RP Example: Post from previous site......
A familiar rhythm echoed through the loamy terrace, a gentle thudding of quads that instinctively travelled through the forest brush without fault. Once clumbsy thumping, once loude and off beat, now matured an d precise. Familiar indeed were these foot falls, but oh how they had changed aswell, one thing remained the same however, they still belonged to the same head strong commanding presence.
Moon dipped boots held tall the delicate structure of a rather charming sillhouette, the small vixen, but a yearling stood with the prowess and confidence of a lone goddess, her violet hued gaze, clear and thoughtful as she made her way about, seeming as though nothing could go wrong in her world.
The lovely dove was of tri painting white, black and russet combined to create the breath taking calico portrait that danced about in silence. Stilts kept time while twin peeks maneuvered like radar atop her delicate crown. Misfit had grownm, she had matured and now as when she had been a whelp, she travelled a dareing path without any others to keep watch over her young vulnerable persona. A walking death wish? Who knows…
Something all too familiar had caught her attention as she strutted through these strange lands, a scent had dwelled within her naires and caused her hackles to raise, the thick mane on end as she prowled her way deeper into this hellish territory. A place so unlike her own home and yet some how so comforting and familiar. Thick banner swayed as she walked, held semi flagged as she c ontinued.
Slowing her pace to take in the sights, afraid to continue any further, worried of losing the scent she could not place. Her mind livid with flashes, water, reflections of something long forgotten. Faint images of antlers and a suddet flame that burned dull, smokey…. Her mind ran wild, unable to concentrate on moving anymore, she remained still, whimpering as she struggled to remember as though it was a forgotten dream.
More flashes and then the need to call out, her high pitched lyrics calling out through the territory. Stupid, of course, but Misfit was not known for her subtlety, she had always been foolhardy and descretion was not in her vocabulary. She knew not what would come of this, yet the head strong yearling knew she was doing the right thing. I’m here now…. Was this were she belonged? Beyond this cool forest she could see nothing but a vast open plain, sickly colored and deathly lonely… Now what?
Through a friend
Taboo
Bio Sheet Created by Rachy
