Post by Fahad on Oct 25, 2010 16:13:46 GMT -5
F A H A D
I don't care to beg your pardon, we should live until we die.[/center]
Name: Fahad
Nickname(s): None
Gender: Male
Age: Four
Species: Arabian Wolf
Eye Color: Yellow (Or may a light orange be accepted?)
Pelt Color: Light brown tinged with black and orange brown
Physical Description: [One hundred words minimum.]
Fahad is a pretty lean and small wolf. He is muscular but definitely not bulky. His small stature is what makes him nimble, you do not need bulging muscles to do well in life. His paws seem to big for his body but they do not seem to hinder him at all. His coat is generally sleek except for along his back and down his tail. The basic color is a light brown but his legs and the spine to his tail if an almost orange sort of color it seems. The tip of the tail is tinged with black along with smudges mixed in with along the spinal line. His ears are bigger than most but they do not give him any more of an advantage, merely for decoration in a sense. His eyes are a mixture of a light orange and yellow.
Personality: [At least one hundred words minimum.]
Fahad is an interesting character. He had a normal life, raised by his mother and disciplined by his father, nothing out of the ordinary. His father was strong and rather silent, he a had a dutiful personality. He was just and kind and was never angered easily. His mother was sweet and rather sociable, extremely playful. Fahad took more after his mother. He is extremely sociable and is actually quite the trickster. He's very witty and slow to anger and generally well liked. He is slow to anger but this doesn't mean isn't ferocious when angered. If you set him off, you'll be lucky to come away without a scratch. He is fairly good about judging what offense deserves what punishment. Fahad is also a wanderer, not one to seem like he has cares for anyone. This doesn't mean he's cold. He just doesn't seem to be bothered if a relationship goes awry. Nothing seems permanent with him.
Mother: Khairiya
Father: Majd
Brother(s): Zahir
Sister(s): None
Past/Current Mate(s): None
Offspring: None
Write History Here-One hundred words minimum
Fahad lead a normal pack life. He was never too troublesome and generally well liked. He left his pack early to find a new one and possibly a mate but he just can't seem to settle down. His history is pretty average, there are no scarring life events he has faced. The only real terror he has dealt with was a bear killing his playmate as a young pup. Fahad did not find it to be too distressing or scarring though. He has joined a few packs here and there but left just as quickly as he came with not so much as a goodbye to anyone. Connections to others are easily made and easily broken, he just has never been one for commitment.
RP Example: Written here. Can be from any site.
[[This was from an old asylum rp, the site died though so I can't give you the link...]]
"Nobody knows who I really am." a light voice began to sing in a small room. The room was decorated with a small twin bed, a set of drawers, a vanity with a radio on top, and a rocking chair in the corner. A slender and petite girl sat at the edge of the bed with a worn out stuffed dog named Henry in her lap. She slowly pet the toy like it was a real animal, stroking its ears and rubbing its head. She also lifted it up to her lips and gave it a few occasional kisses. This girl was sixteen with the body of a model but she acted like nine year old. No one could really explain why seeing as it was not one of the normal symptoms that came with paranoid personality disorder. It wasn't really a problem though, there were more threatening things that could have been problems.
"Maybe they just don't give a damn." she continued, with a smile growing on her small lips. Of course no one cared who she was. They only cared about the other people, never her. No one could be trusted. Not that it bothered her much, she didn't need them. They were all evil which meant they needed to disappear. It's exactly what needed to happen to bad people. They killed her daddy. A frown crossed her face and her forehead became lined as she remembered the incident.
"Mommy! Daddy! Come on, hurry! Let's gogogo!" a young Alia exclaimed gleefully, tugging on their arms. "Alright my little monster, we're coming." her dad replied, mussing his daughter's extremely pale blonde hair. Her mom just smiled and let her daughter drag her along. So the happy family walked hand in hand under that pretty bridge. They never had enough time to turn around. Once they were heading out the way they came, her daddy fell to the ground and he never got up. The bad men grabbed mommy and Alia too. They escaped with minor scrapes and bruises. Nothing was the same after that incident. It hurt mommy too bad, she couldn't' take it anymore. All because of the bad guys...
Yes, they should all just go away. They made her this way. Bad people were the reason she was stuck here with people who only wanted to hurt her. Alia grabbed the hard backed book off of her dresser and flung it at the mirror, shattering it into pieces. She made a noise resembling a sob and put Henry on the bed. Standing up, she wandered to the mirror and bent down to pick up one of the shards. Gripping too hard, she slit her finger and then stumbled back. With wide eyes she stared at the crimson liquid starting to drip from the small cut on her finger.
Without warning the girl screamed and fell to the ground a somewhat safe distance from the broken glass. The screaming grew louder and louder when finally two nurses came in. Alia stared at them and started lashing out. "GO AWAY. GO AWAY. STOP TRYING TO HURT ME. GO AWAY." the poor girl screamed as the nurses tried to get a grip on the girl. Once they had her by the arms, Alia went limp and started sobbing. "I want my mommy, I want my daddy. Bring me to them." she wailed. The nurses brought her to the bed and sat her down. After quite a few minutes the nurses had managed to put a band aid on the wound and clean up all the glass. Alia was lying in her bed curled up around Henry, slowly floating in and out of a sleepy state. The outrages always wore her out but that was a given.
"No..." she mumbled and then sat up. She sat up and touched her bare feet to the cold floor and stood. "I want to go play." she mused and grabbed Henry by the paw. Quietly she left her room and wandered down the hall, passing the living room. She wasn't really fond of hanging out around there, too many people. It means that she would have to be sociable. So she continued on towards the outside world, well, as outside you could get. She wandered through the labyrinth that was the garden, occasionally stopping to smell the roses. Every time she did though, she wrinkled her nose. She absolutely despised the smell of the "most beautiful flower in the world." It had a terrible stench to it and it was beyond her ken as to why someone would enjoy that smell. Alia's favorite flower was a lily. They were the prettiest flowers in all of time. Just the thought of a lily made Alia erupt in a grin.
So she continued to wander, her primary aim on finding the lilies. As she started passed the gazebo she stole a glance to look inside and stopped dead in her tracks. A creature was sitting inside with a sketchbook poised on his lap. His hair was black as the night and his eyes as blue as the summer sky. Or perhaps they more correctly resembled ice. Either way, Alia was entranced at the blue eyes with their piercing gaze directed towards her. Never before had she wanted to interact with anyone but something was drawing her to this boy.
Clutching Henry with both hands, she lifted him to her mouth and watched the boy for a few minutes before saying anything. "You don't look crazy." she stated, giving him a blank look. It was true, he didn't. He just looked like a pretty boy hanging around in a garden.
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Bio Sheet Created by Rachy
