Post by bliss on Mar 24, 2013 17:20:49 GMT -5
IN CHARACTER
Name:
Bliss
Age:
6
Gender:
female
Power:
n/a
Description:
There is nothing outstanding about the appearance of Bliss. she has a pelt the shade of night itself, and eyes the color of the blood that races through her veins. The fur that covers her body is thick and long, supporting cold and harsh climates. her fur thickens considerably around her mane, creating a thick soft surface which happens to be quite helpful in battle. The she-wolf is larger, tall and muscular; but still feminine. her moments are fluid and smooth while still being strong and effective. Her legs have served her good in her life, being long and powerful. they slim down quite a bit at the ankle but are visibly muscled at shoulder and upper arm; her hind legs possessing more power than the front (like most other wolves) her sleek black fur thins a great deal on her legs; only being covered by a short smooth layer for protection and warmth.
Bliss is an older wolf, and just like everyone else she ages; though she still quite the skip in her step. she travels less than she used to and is starting to show a gray hair or two on her muzzle and thin long ears. Her eyes are still working hard, and shine like bright crimson bulbs embedded into her sleek face. Her ears still work, but are less sensitive the they used to. bliss has gone to being able to hear a buck a mile away to almost needing to be within line of sight. But this dog loves to learn new tricks; Bliss's legs are as quick and agile as ever, making her capable of taking in new fight and defense tactics and teaching them to others.
bliss has lived a long life of battle and bloodshed; and her body lives to tell the tale. Her body is covered in scars; most non visible and some note even noticeable. The worst ones are on her flank, where one thick scar runs from her tail bone down her left thigh. its a faded pink color that is covered slightly by the fur surrounding it, but it's still there, and always will be. she has multiple similar ones running down both hind legs, but they mean nothing in comparison. if you ran a hand down her body would feel several bumps and grooves that were located mostly around her ribs and back. She's a resilient wold though, and is lucky to live with simply the scars alone.
Personality:
|passionate||strong willed||nurturing||smart ass||protecting||tired| Bliss's days of being a rebellious free spirit are over. she has lived a live of pain, loss and bloodshed; and is ready to make something meaningful of her life. She still has her fearless bite in her, but chooses to contain it rather then letting her demonic self run free, destroying everything in its path. she wants to see love and create life once more before her bones turn to dust and the light leaves her eyes. she wants to tkae the hell she's created and make it paradise.
History:
Bliss was born in a forest blanketed with snow. It was February and the air was frigid, spring much further away than expected. Her mother was nowhere to be found; just the black pup laying in a thick pool of blood. It's a mystery how she survived. she doesn't even know herself due to the fact that she can hardly remember her childhood. it comes to her sometimes. the past; it comes in fragments like a torn picture. it comes to her in her dreams. but its never been much, never enough toeven make a difference...
Name:
Bliss
Age:
6
Gender:
female
Power:
n/a
Description:
There is nothing outstanding about the appearance of Bliss. she has a pelt the shade of night itself, and eyes the color of the blood that races through her veins. The fur that covers her body is thick and long, supporting cold and harsh climates. her fur thickens considerably around her mane, creating a thick soft surface which happens to be quite helpful in battle. The she-wolf is larger, tall and muscular; but still feminine. her moments are fluid and smooth while still being strong and effective. Her legs have served her good in her life, being long and powerful. they slim down quite a bit at the ankle but are visibly muscled at shoulder and upper arm; her hind legs possessing more power than the front (like most other wolves) her sleek black fur thins a great deal on her legs; only being covered by a short smooth layer for protection and warmth.
Bliss is an older wolf, and just like everyone else she ages; though she still quite the skip in her step. she travels less than she used to and is starting to show a gray hair or two on her muzzle and thin long ears. Her eyes are still working hard, and shine like bright crimson bulbs embedded into her sleek face. Her ears still work, but are less sensitive the they used to. bliss has gone to being able to hear a buck a mile away to almost needing to be within line of sight. But this dog loves to learn new tricks; Bliss's legs are as quick and agile as ever, making her capable of taking in new fight and defense tactics and teaching them to others.
bliss has lived a long life of battle and bloodshed; and her body lives to tell the tale. Her body is covered in scars; most non visible and some note even noticeable. The worst ones are on her flank, where one thick scar runs from her tail bone down her left thigh. its a faded pink color that is covered slightly by the fur surrounding it, but it's still there, and always will be. she has multiple similar ones running down both hind legs, but they mean nothing in comparison. if you ran a hand down her body would feel several bumps and grooves that were located mostly around her ribs and back. She's a resilient wold though, and is lucky to live with simply the scars alone.
Personality:
|passionate||strong willed||nurturing||smart ass||protecting||tired| Bliss's days of being a rebellious free spirit are over. she has lived a live of pain, loss and bloodshed; and is ready to make something meaningful of her life. She still has her fearless bite in her, but chooses to contain it rather then letting her demonic self run free, destroying everything in its path. she wants to see love and create life once more before her bones turn to dust and the light leaves her eyes. she wants to tkae the hell she's created and make it paradise.
History:
Bliss was born in a forest blanketed with snow. It was February and the air was frigid, spring much further away than expected. Her mother was nowhere to be found; just the black pup laying in a thick pool of blood. It's a mystery how she survived. she doesn't even know herself due to the fact that she can hardly remember her childhood. it comes to her sometimes. the past; it comes in fragments like a torn picture. it comes to her in her dreams. but its never been much, never enough toeven make a difference...