Post by ✘ Ivora ✘ on Oct 7, 2010 21:11:10 GMT -5
Ivora
I have lost my sons, my parents and my entire life. You think I'm afraid to end yours?
Name: Ivora
Nickname(s): Iva, Ivory
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Species: Tyanz
Eye Color: Left eye is lime, right eye is yellow
Pelt Color: Her main coat color is a very slight off-white.
Physical Description: A lime green strip of fur travels down from the back of her neck to her mid back. The she-wolfs left ear is blue with a pink and yellow dot, a trademark of her mother. Purple dances up her right leg and is met with blue until coming to her shoulder. Blue traces up to her heel on her left back leg. A purple scar-like marking lays over her lime eye, deepening the haunting look.
Her overall physic is pretty average. She is a little taller than the average wolf, and thick muscles line her longer limbs. Speed is her ultimate advantage along with her snapping jaws. Wearing a slightly shorter coat than most wolves, Ivora tends to get colder quicker.
Personality: A somewhat stable, yet at the same time very unstable being. Ivora takes some of her mothers attitude, being dark and untrustworthy. She is unpredictable in her actions most of the time. Only her mother or father, so it seems, can predict her next move. She has a deep, undying love and respect for her mother, Aurora. That is one thing that will never be moved. But she is not always twisted and a downright weird beast.
Ivora had a knack for wandering around and staying close to her mother. Wherever her mom had been, you would've likely foundd this mysterious wolf there as well. She is usually quiet and unsocial, but isn't afraid to burst out into speech or chanting nonsense. She gives her mind, and if she doesn't like you, she won't hide it.
Being protective was one thing that Ivora did constantly when around Aurora. Many things like hurt and pain have entered her life, and she had been more than determined to keep her mother pleased or satisfied at any costs. But, her sudden separation from the one of the only ones she really cared for has caused her to become unstable and a little crazed. She doesn't think clearly by this sudden departure or the loss of her sons. Even though she is a well formed adult, the trauma of being separated from the only ones she cared for made a huge impact. This caused her to become emotionally distressed, blinding her decision making almost all together. She has become quiet and undetermined, lost and confused. She has become more unsocial than ever, and hardly ever interacts with others.
She is thought to be dead. And knowing this, Ivora has seen no light at the end of the tunnel. No reason to live. The little drive she has left is put into seeing her lost family again one day.
History:
Mother: Aurora
Father: Aerin
Brother(s): Unknown
Sister(s): Unknown
Past/Current Mate(s): Wave -deceased-
Offspring: Tidus (aliased Splash) and Jaxian; murdered, or so she thought
Borne by Aurora, reincarnation of Ivory. Ivora was born, being the strongest and biggest of her litter. She grew very close to Aurora, her feelings for her now real mother never fading. Her own desire to protect Aurora had grown strong. She was mentored by her mother well, following her instructions flawlessly and loyally, never questioning an order or rule. After years of being together, her training was complete. But, a sudden incident made Aurora and Ivora part. It happened so suddenly, as if she were transported away or died. But she never died. She awoke in an unfamiliar place, terrified. From then on, her mind was confused and crazed, trying to find a way home. But after a few months of going nowhere, Ivora finally quit. Her own depression sunk in deep like a knife, cutting her soul to bleeding shreds. She walked alone and lost for a long time, hoping to maybe somehow stumble across Aurora. Instead, she came across a male wolf named Wave. Usually a recluse, it took her own self by surprise when she began to develop feelings for this odd wolf.
Her feelings never faded like Ivora thought they would. They grew stronger and somehow she knew Wave loved her back. The two grew close, and though the now tapered Ivora could never forget her mother, the wolf began to find a new meaning in life. They mated and had a litter of two, both males. Ivora had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. Her attitude changed almost completely as she watched her puppies grow into older pups. When they were still far from adulthood, Wave left. There was no reason behind his actions as far as Ivora knew. He just got up and left one night, never to return to his mate and sons. It was a deep gash in her heart, but Ivora had two sons to take care of. She devoted herself to them and them alone.
Yet there's always a fateful day for those with hard pasts. A band of three rogue males came across the broken family and pinned her pups down. Ivora herself was also pinned, her muzzle smashed into the dust, her eyes pried open as they forced her to watch them them abuse and "fatally" injure her only meaning in life. Fueled by raw fury and sorrow, Ivora turned on her attackers and brutally injured them all, chasing them into the trees with howls of pure hate. Returning to her young, Ivora declared her kin dead. With a shattered heart and an unstable mind, the wolf left to walk her own way, scarred deeply by everything she'd gone through. Ivora has learned from all of this to hate males; hate them with a burning passion so fierce, it even scared herself. Of course, there were always three men in her life she refused to hate: her father and children.
RP Example: Quarter moon, he says. We'll be there in a no time, he says. This is the right way, he says. I'm not lost, I'm SO not lost, he says. Crouching beside the large Thunderpath, Goldenwing's light green eyes stared out across. The shadow of a large twoleg nest yawned over her as the sun began to set. Monster activity had slowed down only a bit in the passing time the two cats had been in this part of the place. In a moon, The cats had been left, right, up, down, and probably even some made up way that didn't exist until these two started taking it. The she-cats eyes narrowed before she darted across. Goldenwing shot over the Thunderpath and leaped onto a tall, shiny looking stump(trash can), hissing as it rattled. It had been a quarter moon since she and the loony cat had been here and the Twolegs and their monsters were driving Goldenwing insane. They often threw out raw meat from one of the big Twoleg nests, but they usually had to fight to get it from other cats. "At least it's more exciting than RiverClan," she tried to encourage herself. It didn't help much.
Where Did You Find Us?
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Bio Sheet Created by Rachy
