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[Sybil]

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Sybil
"Keep a smile but you're burning hot, it's a mad mad world..."

Name: Sybil
Nickname(s): Sy, Syb
Gender: Female
Age: 3 Years
Species: Uncertain

Eye Color: Gray
Pelt Color: Black, white, green.
Physical Description: Nothing special really. A generally thin yet sturdy build. Sybil's underweight and lithe from living in a laboratory for most of her life. Her fur is exceptionally soft and well groomed as she doesn't quite like having matted fur. The only indication of her being part of the group of laboratory wolves was the vibrant lime green stripe that followed all the way down her spine and up to her muzzle stripping with her black markings on top of her head down her spine up to her tail. She's a medium sized female, not too large, very secure with blending into her surroundings and not drawing much attention to herself she seems meek, almost timid around others. When in fact she is rather independent and goes off on her own on more than one occasion. She doesn't shy away from company all that much unless it's males, she has a deep seeded fear of males for reasons only she is aware of.

Personality: Sybil is a peculiar female. She's not quick to trust or one to draw much attention to herself. She feels she can do anything herself and thus on more than one occasion goes off on her own. She's very adventurous and some might even say a pioneer. She is not afraid of the unknown nor other predators. In fact she tends to be quite fearless. Except for her single pet peeve. Males. Male wolves to be specific. They make her lose her cool outer exterior of a strong female and she melts into a stuttering terrified pup. She has a terrible phobia of them and instead of coming face to face with them she'll tend to dart off in a different direction. She tends to enjoy many things in life including the rain, the snow even the warm summer days. She likes lounging about and running. She's mostly a laid back female enjoying life and whatever it has to throw at her. She doesn't hold much hatred for the humans that tested on her, she doesn't really hold hatred for anything. She's a very happy-go-lucky gal and she isn't afraid to get her paws dirty. Another enjoyment of hers is hunting, the adrenaline pumping and the rush of wind against her fur. The feeling of empowerment when she sinks her fangs into untainted flesh, the feeling sends chills up her spine.

History: None of your damn business!

Mother: N/A
Father: N/A
Brother(s): None
Sister(s): None

Past/Current Mate(s): N/A
Offspring: N/A


RP Example:
Somewhere between Bacardi's thoughts the first encounter and thus acknowledge of the two was made. As the white wolf stood there for a brief moment Bacardi's mind watched him carefully. Had it been wrong to watch the male frolic around like a pup? He didn't believe so. After all he had trespassed on his land, and it was his job as alpha to confront those who dared trespass on his beautiful beach. Yet despite the two locking eyes the atmosphere was still light and friendly. As he put on his best friendly grin his tail gave a faint flick as it merely flopped onto the sand next to him curling against his right leg as he stared at the white wolf with gentle eyes. A master of rendering his facial expressions to show kindness and friendship his true intentions would not be revealed. All he could truly think was that this wolf was far too young to even know this land was owned and thus their ignorance would have to be pardoned.

Drawing closer Bacardi could take in the sheer size of the wolf, as slimming as it seemed the muscle structure was still obvious behind its thick white fur. Bacardi twitched his ear softly as the scent ruptured into his nostrils. He inhaled it briefly, male. Running with testosterone the obvious scent of a young male wolf was evident. His smile thinned faintly as he approached now. He certainly didn't like males. They weren't as annoying as pesky females trying to score with him for the mere purpose of sharing his power; how he despised females...Yet males were equally as irritating with their egos flaunting them about like their packages dangling between their legs. Yet perhaps, he wouldn't have to generalize every male. There were always a few that stood out as being different. Yet for the most part, all of the male's egos got in Bacardi's way, challenging him, acting as though they were top dogs on his land. Oh no, he'd have none of it.

His brow quirked now as the male circled him. He kept a gentle smile on his lips yet beneath the surface he was boiling. This...stupid...young..male thought he had the prowess to circle the alpha! Ha! His ear twitched as he could hear the male's voice whisper into his brain. Ugh, this was going to be a long introduction. Clearing his throat and plastering on a most friendly grin his ears perked up as he shook his head with a gentle laugh. "Well that would all depend on what your purpose is on my land." He said rather nonchalantly, stating mere facts. Bacardi lifted his paw faintly moving his body ever so faintly as the male circled on the opposite side now. "Please friend you've no need to feel threatened. I am alpha Bacardi, a pleasure to meet you and let me be the first to welcome you onto my humble abode." His eyes followed the white wolf carefully narrowing ever so slightly when he'd pass by his back. This male was peculiar, he had endless energy that much was certain.

Yet there was something off about him, something that rubbed Bacardi the wrong way. Not that he'd ever express it outwardly but rather let it boil over in his mind until the mess disappeared. Such was how he dealt with most irritating problems. His brow stayed arched as his head followed his movements now, slowly watching him circle. He simply sat there, dainty, paws down against the sand, back arched in such a manner to make him appear classy as his ears now straight on his head. Certainly not alpha looking, yet he most certainly had claimed this land. He knew he needed members, and most wolves took to kindness and thus he expressed it. Despite his hatred for company his thirst for more land and thus more power would make him have to gulp down his pride and put on a happy face so to speak. Although he was uncertain if this male even was sane he'd dealt with crazies before, this one would be no different.

Where Did You Find Us?
>.> Jen kept pestering me to join.


Bio Sheet Created by Rachy

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