Post by Metalface Thunder on Nov 23, 2008 21:17:49 GMT -5
Name: Azshara Silverwinter
Species: Wolf
Pack: Ciardha
Rank: Hunter
Gender: Femme ; female
Age: Three
Mate: N/a, and it'll probably stay that way for the rest of her empty life, don't get me wrong, she chooses to have it that way.
Pups: Azshara doesn't want any pups, she just doesn't like younger wolves, even though she's fairly young herself.
Height: 2'6" from her ear to her paws.
3'6" from her maw to her tail.
Weight: 76 Pounds, obviously not a fighter.
Description: Azshara's pelt is like her heart, not black, but dark gray and pessimistic, mean, empty, shadowy. Azshara's color is the color that one might mistake for black, if they weren't looking closely, but if you really thought you'd note that it wasn't black, it was just very dark. There are no other colors in it, it's all the same, minus her entire left side of her face, which is completely black, and that's why most people know that her pelt isn't so.
Azshara's eyes are two different color, and she can't see out of the left one. Her left eye is light blue, from puphood, and always slightly clouded-over. Her right eye is a liquid-silver, that can harden at any second into a glare, a stabbing gaze that was made to kill, and sometimes one would rather be dead than stare into her eyes.
Her shape is small, like most females, and her hips are narrow. Her whole body looks weak, but she's actually quite the skilled hunter, and a fighter when it comes down to it. Azshara's tail is long, and bushy, while the rest of her fur is shorter and doesn't to her much good come winter.
She's not extremely beautiful, but she's certainly not average. The best she could hope for, is what she usually gets called, interesting. If you can really look though, you'll find how graceful and elegant her features are, how sweet her child-like voice can be, and how beautiful it is when she lets a howl rip from her chest. You'll realize that her body is feminine, and the way she runs is filled with pride... but you have to look.
History: Azshar was born into a small loner family out in a hot, dry area. She had two older half-brothers, a father, and a mother. No other siblings she was born with survived, for her mother had recently escaped the country's main animal-testing lab, and Azshar's mother was messed up, but still tried to have a family of her own.
When Azshar was born, she was mute for a long time, and one of her eyes weren't changing... plus she had a strange disease-like thing that no one could place. Mother dearest thought that her daughter was a failure, so one dry (but surprisingly chilly) night, she left her family without notice when Azshar was still a pup, and one of her older-brothers left with his half-mother, actually having a bit of a crush on her. So Azshar was left with a loyal father and caring older brother, who stayed with the disabled pup until she was older.
It wasn't until she was around one year old when she finally began to speak, but she didn't just start speaking, she was speaking quite fluently. She'd always understood words, from a very early age, she'd just never felt the need to speak up until then, when her brother said that Azshar really was just a problem, and that he didn't want to stay around her any longer, so he was leaving.
Her first words out loud? "I'm hurt, Zabeth. I'm no failure, but your words that you two always spoke seemed to silly to reply to. I wanted my first words to be special, I'm smarter than I look." Her silver eye had turned hard, no longer liquid but now just a dull, pained gray. She'd really thought that Zabeth had adored her as a brother would any other sister, but that apparently wasn't the case. Apparently, Azshar really was a failure, and this changed her out-look on things.
She left her family (after a few other cruel words on how they'd always been calling her stupid), and went off on her own, to find her own life and live things differently. She was about the same age as any other wolf would live on their own, but you know, since she was "disabled" everything was strange to her (this could be because she was, if you remember, half-blind, and she hadn't ever been in a pack, her family was just a few loners).
The way that packs acted around each other, tight-knit and close, disgusted her. She couldn't ever even imagine anyone honestly liking and being nice to anyone else anymore, that it was just lies meant to make others happy. So instead, she'd always find the packs that simply wanted nothing more than to destroy, to kill others for the sake of killing, the types of wolves that found enjoyment in those kinds of things. After all, all wolves deserved it in the end anyways.
So this is what led her to Ciardha, they were mostly the same as any other pack she'd been in. Trustless, spaced out, mostly all the same. Azshar didn't know how long she'd stay in this one, but it wouldn't be for that long, that much was for sure.
Family: Raeshik Silverstone - Mother [ left the family ]
Urdaman Blazingwinter - Father [ living ]
Zabeth Frostwinter - Half-brother [ living ]
Personality: Azshara is a cold-hearted, shadowy wolf that you certainly cannot trust, in any way, shape, or form. She'll most-likely leave you behind in the end, and won't care about what she did to you. Azshara is the kind of female that one would see as a threat, and for good reason, she can be very scary. Azshara doesn't take no for an answer, and isn't a push-over. If you try to tell her something she doesn't want to hear, she'll cut you off and make you say what she wants to hear, it's just that simple. Azshara is also very smart, she has a razor-sharp wit, and can take down anyone who tries to take her position (oh, and if there's a position that she wants, she'll fight for it, no doubt).
Azshara is basically strong-willed, mean, and brilliant (oh, had I forgot to mention she could be quite seductive if she wanted to, too? It's lust). However, there's a side of doubt to her. Azshara is, somewhere, a little afraid, and self-doubting. She doesn't admit to it, and hardly ever does to herself, but it's true and she knows it. Azshara, for this reason, is quiet unless she can avoid it. She prefers not to form alliances with wolves she hardly knows, because she's more likely to break it, nor would she ever discuss her plans with anyone, it's just a bad idea. She's grown to trust no one, hardly even herself, but she's had reason to, life hasn't exactly been kind to her.
But who's has?
Likes: [x] Silence
[x] Pain to others
[x] Running
[x] The snow and rain
[x] Warm-ish weather
[x] Lust
[x] Breaking hearts
Dislikes: [x] Company
[x] Emotional pain
[x] Being chained-down to one place
[x] Dry, hot weather
[x] Oh, and anything too cold.
[x] Love
[x] Being heart-broken
Powers: Out of her one blue eye, Azshara can see dead wolves. She sees things that aren't there anymore, and sometimes it can get confusing. However, there's a catch. She can only see still-born wolves, demons, and wolves who've killed themselves or died of disease, this usually makes the stories she hears from them more interesting. It's her only power, but more interesting than most.
Weaknesses: Azshara is not a fighter, she's a runner. She lacks in muscle, though she's certainly not weak in any way. Azshara would fail in a fight, if it was just plain old muscle that was fighting, and speed was nothing. Azshara's small, frail bones however cause a great disadvantage amongst fights.
Other Information: Azshara is blind in her left eye, and they're two different colors. The left is pale blue, and the right is usually a melted silver.
Species: Wolf
Pack: Ciardha
Rank: Hunter
Gender: Femme ; female
Age: Three
Mate: N/a, and it'll probably stay that way for the rest of her empty life, don't get me wrong, she chooses to have it that way.
Pups: Azshara doesn't want any pups, she just doesn't like younger wolves, even though she's fairly young herself.
Height: 2'6" from her ear to her paws.
3'6" from her maw to her tail.
Weight: 76 Pounds, obviously not a fighter.
Description: Azshara's pelt is like her heart, not black, but dark gray and pessimistic, mean, empty, shadowy. Azshara's color is the color that one might mistake for black, if they weren't looking closely, but if you really thought you'd note that it wasn't black, it was just very dark. There are no other colors in it, it's all the same, minus her entire left side of her face, which is completely black, and that's why most people know that her pelt isn't so.
Azshara's eyes are two different color, and she can't see out of the left one. Her left eye is light blue, from puphood, and always slightly clouded-over. Her right eye is a liquid-silver, that can harden at any second into a glare, a stabbing gaze that was made to kill, and sometimes one would rather be dead than stare into her eyes.
Her shape is small, like most females, and her hips are narrow. Her whole body looks weak, but she's actually quite the skilled hunter, and a fighter when it comes down to it. Azshara's tail is long, and bushy, while the rest of her fur is shorter and doesn't to her much good come winter.
She's not extremely beautiful, but she's certainly not average. The best she could hope for, is what she usually gets called, interesting. If you can really look though, you'll find how graceful and elegant her features are, how sweet her child-like voice can be, and how beautiful it is when she lets a howl rip from her chest. You'll realize that her body is feminine, and the way she runs is filled with pride... but you have to look.
History: Azshar was born into a small loner family out in a hot, dry area. She had two older half-brothers, a father, and a mother. No other siblings she was born with survived, for her mother had recently escaped the country's main animal-testing lab, and Azshar's mother was messed up, but still tried to have a family of her own.
When Azshar was born, she was mute for a long time, and one of her eyes weren't changing... plus she had a strange disease-like thing that no one could place. Mother dearest thought that her daughter was a failure, so one dry (but surprisingly chilly) night, she left her family without notice when Azshar was still a pup, and one of her older-brothers left with his half-mother, actually having a bit of a crush on her. So Azshar was left with a loyal father and caring older brother, who stayed with the disabled pup until she was older.
It wasn't until she was around one year old when she finally began to speak, but she didn't just start speaking, she was speaking quite fluently. She'd always understood words, from a very early age, she'd just never felt the need to speak up until then, when her brother said that Azshar really was just a problem, and that he didn't want to stay around her any longer, so he was leaving.
Her first words out loud? "I'm hurt, Zabeth. I'm no failure, but your words that you two always spoke seemed to silly to reply to. I wanted my first words to be special, I'm smarter than I look." Her silver eye had turned hard, no longer liquid but now just a dull, pained gray. She'd really thought that Zabeth had adored her as a brother would any other sister, but that apparently wasn't the case. Apparently, Azshar really was a failure, and this changed her out-look on things.
She left her family (after a few other cruel words on how they'd always been calling her stupid), and went off on her own, to find her own life and live things differently. She was about the same age as any other wolf would live on their own, but you know, since she was "disabled" everything was strange to her (this could be because she was, if you remember, half-blind, and she hadn't ever been in a pack, her family was just a few loners).
The way that packs acted around each other, tight-knit and close, disgusted her. She couldn't ever even imagine anyone honestly liking and being nice to anyone else anymore, that it was just lies meant to make others happy. So instead, she'd always find the packs that simply wanted nothing more than to destroy, to kill others for the sake of killing, the types of wolves that found enjoyment in those kinds of things. After all, all wolves deserved it in the end anyways.
So this is what led her to Ciardha, they were mostly the same as any other pack she'd been in. Trustless, spaced out, mostly all the same. Azshar didn't know how long she'd stay in this one, but it wouldn't be for that long, that much was for sure.
Family: Raeshik Silverstone - Mother [ left the family ]
Urdaman Blazingwinter - Father [ living ]
Zabeth Frostwinter - Half-brother [ living ]
Personality: Azshara is a cold-hearted, shadowy wolf that you certainly cannot trust, in any way, shape, or form. She'll most-likely leave you behind in the end, and won't care about what she did to you. Azshara is the kind of female that one would see as a threat, and for good reason, she can be very scary. Azshara doesn't take no for an answer, and isn't a push-over. If you try to tell her something she doesn't want to hear, she'll cut you off and make you say what she wants to hear, it's just that simple. Azshara is also very smart, she has a razor-sharp wit, and can take down anyone who tries to take her position (oh, and if there's a position that she wants, she'll fight for it, no doubt).
Azshara is basically strong-willed, mean, and brilliant (oh, had I forgot to mention she could be quite seductive if she wanted to, too? It's lust). However, there's a side of doubt to her. Azshara is, somewhere, a little afraid, and self-doubting. She doesn't admit to it, and hardly ever does to herself, but it's true and she knows it. Azshara, for this reason, is quiet unless she can avoid it. She prefers not to form alliances with wolves she hardly knows, because she's more likely to break it, nor would she ever discuss her plans with anyone, it's just a bad idea. She's grown to trust no one, hardly even herself, but she's had reason to, life hasn't exactly been kind to her.
But who's has?
Likes: [x] Silence
[x] Pain to others
[x] Running
[x] The snow and rain
[x] Warm-ish weather
[x] Lust
[x] Breaking hearts
Dislikes: [x] Company
[x] Emotional pain
[x] Being chained-down to one place
[x] Dry, hot weather
[x] Oh, and anything too cold.
[x] Love
[x] Being heart-broken
Powers: Out of her one blue eye, Azshara can see dead wolves. She sees things that aren't there anymore, and sometimes it can get confusing. However, there's a catch. She can only see still-born wolves, demons, and wolves who've killed themselves or died of disease, this usually makes the stories she hears from them more interesting. It's her only power, but more interesting than most.
Weaknesses: Azshara is not a fighter, she's a runner. She lacks in muscle, though she's certainly not weak in any way. Azshara would fail in a fight, if it was just plain old muscle that was fighting, and speed was nothing. Azshara's small, frail bones however cause a great disadvantage amongst fights.
Other Information: Azshara is blind in her left eye, and they're two different colors. The left is pale blue, and the right is usually a melted silver.