Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Dec 9, 2009 19:18:38 GMT -5
Punkwolf
[li]Punk
Age::
[/li][li]Young-adult
Gender::
[/li][li]Female
Mate::
[/li][li]Not looking for a mate. She feels that she simply does not need one. When the topic of mating and pups comes into conversation, she finds herself feeling awkward and out-of-place. Young pups, as much as she loves them, absolutely terrify her.
Rank::
[/li][li]No desired rank, really. She would simply be happy being accepted into a community. Though, she’s unsure of which land to call home, she’s leaning towards the Marshlands pack, simply because the features of the land make her feel most at home.
Zodiac::
[/li][li]Her sign of the stars is Gemini, and it is ironic; Gemini is the sign of the twins, and as a young pup, her mother’s best friend just happened to birth a young female pup as well. The two newborns were inseparable throughout their puppyhood, and only recently have grown apart due to the simple nature of life.
Abilities::
[/li][li]Punk is great at impressions. She possesses a shape shifting ability, but unlike others with this power, she doesn't change into other animals or objects. Punk can morph into an exact replica of her 'target'. But she must have seen her target first. She does not have to be looking at her target in order to form into it, and she doesn’t even have to study her target. Even a fleeting glance of another wolf is enough. When she actually changes, it’s not what you might expect. Her skin doesn’t stretch and her legs grow longer and wings start to sprout, or anything like that. Her entire body become surrounded in a soft light, and as the light fades, there’s a different wolf standing where Punk used to. Every physical feature about her forms into the features of another. Her voice changes and she gains any physical abilities that the other might possess (such as flight or poison spines or venom) as well as still having her own physical abilities. She can retain her shape indefinitely, unless she laughs. Even though she is a brilliant actress and could even fool those that read minds, everyone's laugh is unique to them, and if something truly makes her laugh, she won't remember to mimic the laughter of the one she's masquerading as. Thus giving herself away. It’s remarkable, and also eerie how well she can ‘act’.
Punk's second ability is her personal favorite of all of them (at least it’s the one she flaunts around the most. Though she may not seem like much, this female is capable of delivering one hell of a bite. Her muscles are capable of much more than any other's. Physically there is more material in her muscles, more fibers to pull on the bone and use force. Her strength is something that seems completely supernatural, but it's all science. And even the largest, bulkiest male could come no where near out-muscling her. And even though she has the strength of tens of dire-wolves combined, her physical structure does not bulge or knot with any set of muscles. Looks are very deceiving, and Punk loves that. Oh, just another wimpy female? Think again. Her bite definitely matches her bark. But it’s not like she lumbers around, lifting boulders or shoving whimpy-males to the ground. Though she does love to show off her strength, she also knows when it’s uncalled for. But even so, one of her favorite things to do for fun is attempt to tip trees over. She usually tends to fail, however, because whenever she pushes with her head or front feet, her back feet with slip on the ground, unless she has something to brace herself against.
The other ability that Punk owns is a slight spin off of energy manipulation. But it’s not magical or mystical by any means. There's a substance in her fur that doesn't let energy through. Lightning bolts, beams of energy and the like, are completely reflected much in the manner like light to a mirror. If hit by a current of electricity, the zap is reflected away from her and strikes something else. Depending on the angle it struck her, and where it struck her at, the bolt even has the potential to reflect back to it’s original owner. But you’d have to be extremely unlucky to strike her in that exact spot. Fire tends to leave a mark though, depending on where she is struck. Since it's not pure energy as lightning is, and made of combustible materials reacting together chemically, her fur isn’t completely resistant. The intensity of the heat is lessened significantly, but there's still a slight burn. Whenever she forms into a different wolf, this ability is taken with her. She could be a water-wolf, with fins and a shark tail and everything, and be soaking wet, but her fur will still repel any energy based attack directed towards her. Because of her incredible resistance to lightning, she can truly enjoy the majesty of thunderstorms, no matter how ravenous, without fear of being electrocuted.
Personality::[/li][li]Punk, like any normal wolf, has her highs and lows. Though she’s not always optimistic, she is capable of finding humor in absolutely any situation. Whether or not others understand or appreciate her humor is an entirely different manner. She’s caught as being quite comical in funny instances, and even serious ones. Her sense of humor is only matched by her wit, and put the two together – you’ve got a thunderstorm sized smart-ass on your hands. And in some instances, her mouth gets her into trouble. Everyone has that little voice on the inside that whispers quietly, “maybe you shouldn’t say that”. Well Punk definitely hears that voice, but sometimes choices not to acknowledge it…and many times she regrets her decision. But no way with her humor is hurtful or offensive on purpose. If a simple joke offends you, just overlook it. She honestly just loves to hear people laugh.
However, if she so chooses, her wit and smart-ass personality can be turned against you; get her angry, and you’ll most likely end up with a rather nasty verbal beating, and you’ll be damned lucky if that’s all you get. Best way to stay on her good side (even if she doesn’t like you) is to simply be courteous. That is the one thing that she could easily strangle someone for (if she had thumbs, that is). Whether it’s not cleaning up after a meal, or simply just cutting in front of someone, Punk is capable of developing a temper quite similar to what some might call “road-rage”. And believe me, her bark is just as equal to her bite.
Sarcasm practically leeks from her eye-sockets, used both in her humor, as well as her insults.
Appearance::
[/li][li]Traditional wolves? Ha, Punk looks nothing like them! True that honest wolf-blood flows through her veins; it’s simply the genetic of it that’s completely different. For one, she has rather short fur when you compare. The fur is smooth, from the front of her maw, all the way to her rump. It’s main color is a shaded tan, with sheens of reds and oranges on the actual strand of fur. The fur at the joints in her legs and her paw-pads and toes are black in color, as well as her muzzle and brows. Across her spine is where the longest fur grows. Also black in color, it’s nearly the full length of any other wolves’. Her mane has a “shingling” effect, where it is long then grows shorter, then lengthens once more. The longer layers overlap where the shorter ones grow, making the fur appear to have a shingled effect.
Another feature that makes her stand out, in addition to her odd coat, is that she appears to have no ears. She as ears similar to a reptile, small discs of skin beneath her fur capable of detecting sound. In the place of her skull where ears should sprout, twin horns grow. They are identical in color, neon-lime green with a strip of black in the middle, but at times their length does not match. Because they grow constantly, Punk is capable of ‘sharpening’ them on rocks or thick trees. While other’s horns would naturally dull with time, Punk’s will forever be sharp. But because she has to keep them maintained, they’re not always equal in length. She may put too much pressure on one side and snap the tip off as she sharpens it, thus that side would be shorter.
The last feature that completely makes her stand out from the crowd of wolves is her tail. It’s not long and fluffy or elegant and graceful, it’s simply a short smooth stump placed above her rump. It’s not stubby looking liked a cropped tail might look; the fur on it is full and bushy with black on the topside and tan on the underside. Instead of a Doberman’s or Rottweiler’s tail, it more resembles an elk's tail. It’s extremely different, but she absolutely adores her own tail.
Her eyes are the same shade of color as her horns. A bright, neon-lime green, with a small hint of yellow around the edges of her whites. Her teeth are nice and white, despite the fact that she is a wild animal. Punk likes to chew on branches of hardwood in order to keep them shiny, she absolutely despises the feel of yucky fangs. Her claws aren’t anything special, they’re not razor sharp like some wolves’, they’re dull like any normal canine’s from gripping the ground when they run. Her last remaining features are two piercings she has upon her face. One eyebrow ring sits above her left eye and one bull’s ring loops through her nose. They’re simple silver and hold no special abilities or powers.
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History::
[/li][li] As for history there's not much to say. She was the single in her parent's first litter, and although they were there, Punk found herself growing up more with her grandparents than her actual parents. The connection which she shared with her grandfather has been one that no one will ever be able to replace or match, and one that she will always yearn for and miss. Her grandfather was the sole influence upon her sense of humor in her pup-hood. He always teased and poked fun. And he tricked and pranked others constantly. Because Punk was the only grandchild, she was the most common target for his mischief. But she would never get upset, she would only learn. It was because of him her sense of humor bloomed and it allowed her to develop her own unique humor even with his passing of life.
After becoming old enough, Punk set out on her own. It wasn't exactly encouraged by her family, but they could do nothing to stop her. The life of a loner was what she sought. Providing for herself, living on her own, following no rules or expectations, no guidelines or to-dos of others. Gods it was pure heaven to her. No connections, no obligations, no cares other than herself. There was no way she could wish or hope for something more. Granted, she was mortal and did miss her home and family which she left behind. But absolutely nothing living or dead could compare with the pure freedom in which she lived in. She may have met a few others while on her own, but none special enough to form any connection of sorts. Which was perfectly fine with her. No connections, no worries about how friends are or obligations to go help them. Pure bliss, free life turned out to be.
But now, it's been taken away. A wolf from the mountain tribe has claimed the free lands, a threat that Punk had never concieved would have happened in her lifetime. And despite her reluctance to once again join into a pack, she knows that a decision lies before her. And she wants absolutely nothing to do with anyone who was steal freelands away from all those who cherished them. What she's hoping for the most is to learn about this "alpha" so that she knows just who it is when she's goes to kick his ass.
Other::
[/li][li]Extra abilities paid for.[/li][/ul]
[/size]
[li]Punk
Age::
[/li][li]Young-adult
Gender::
[/li][li]Female
Mate::
[/li][li]Not looking for a mate. She feels that she simply does not need one. When the topic of mating and pups comes into conversation, she finds herself feeling awkward and out-of-place. Young pups, as much as she loves them, absolutely terrify her.
Rank::
[/li][li]No desired rank, really. She would simply be happy being accepted into a community. Though, she’s unsure of which land to call home, she’s leaning towards the Marshlands pack, simply because the features of the land make her feel most at home.
Zodiac::
[/li][li]Her sign of the stars is Gemini, and it is ironic; Gemini is the sign of the twins, and as a young pup, her mother’s best friend just happened to birth a young female pup as well. The two newborns were inseparable throughout their puppyhood, and only recently have grown apart due to the simple nature of life.
Abilities::
[/li][li]Punk is great at impressions. She possesses a shape shifting ability, but unlike others with this power, she doesn't change into other animals or objects. Punk can morph into an exact replica of her 'target'. But she must have seen her target first. She does not have to be looking at her target in order to form into it, and she doesn’t even have to study her target. Even a fleeting glance of another wolf is enough. When she actually changes, it’s not what you might expect. Her skin doesn’t stretch and her legs grow longer and wings start to sprout, or anything like that. Her entire body become surrounded in a soft light, and as the light fades, there’s a different wolf standing where Punk used to. Every physical feature about her forms into the features of another. Her voice changes and she gains any physical abilities that the other might possess (such as flight or poison spines or venom) as well as still having her own physical abilities. She can retain her shape indefinitely, unless she laughs. Even though she is a brilliant actress and could even fool those that read minds, everyone's laugh is unique to them, and if something truly makes her laugh, she won't remember to mimic the laughter of the one she's masquerading as. Thus giving herself away. It’s remarkable, and also eerie how well she can ‘act’.
Punk's second ability is her personal favorite of all of them (at least it’s the one she flaunts around the most. Though she may not seem like much, this female is capable of delivering one hell of a bite. Her muscles are capable of much more than any other's. Physically there is more material in her muscles, more fibers to pull on the bone and use force. Her strength is something that seems completely supernatural, but it's all science. And even the largest, bulkiest male could come no where near out-muscling her. And even though she has the strength of tens of dire-wolves combined, her physical structure does not bulge or knot with any set of muscles. Looks are very deceiving, and Punk loves that. Oh, just another wimpy female? Think again. Her bite definitely matches her bark. But it’s not like she lumbers around, lifting boulders or shoving whimpy-males to the ground. Though she does love to show off her strength, she also knows when it’s uncalled for. But even so, one of her favorite things to do for fun is attempt to tip trees over. She usually tends to fail, however, because whenever she pushes with her head or front feet, her back feet with slip on the ground, unless she has something to brace herself against.
The other ability that Punk owns is a slight spin off of energy manipulation. But it’s not magical or mystical by any means. There's a substance in her fur that doesn't let energy through. Lightning bolts, beams of energy and the like, are completely reflected much in the manner like light to a mirror. If hit by a current of electricity, the zap is reflected away from her and strikes something else. Depending on the angle it struck her, and where it struck her at, the bolt even has the potential to reflect back to it’s original owner. But you’d have to be extremely unlucky to strike her in that exact spot. Fire tends to leave a mark though, depending on where she is struck. Since it's not pure energy as lightning is, and made of combustible materials reacting together chemically, her fur isn’t completely resistant. The intensity of the heat is lessened significantly, but there's still a slight burn. Whenever she forms into a different wolf, this ability is taken with her. She could be a water-wolf, with fins and a shark tail and everything, and be soaking wet, but her fur will still repel any energy based attack directed towards her. Because of her incredible resistance to lightning, she can truly enjoy the majesty of thunderstorms, no matter how ravenous, without fear of being electrocuted.
Personality::[/li][li]Punk, like any normal wolf, has her highs and lows. Though she’s not always optimistic, she is capable of finding humor in absolutely any situation. Whether or not others understand or appreciate her humor is an entirely different manner. She’s caught as being quite comical in funny instances, and even serious ones. Her sense of humor is only matched by her wit, and put the two together – you’ve got a thunderstorm sized smart-ass on your hands. And in some instances, her mouth gets her into trouble. Everyone has that little voice on the inside that whispers quietly, “maybe you shouldn’t say that”. Well Punk definitely hears that voice, but sometimes choices not to acknowledge it…and many times she regrets her decision. But no way with her humor is hurtful or offensive on purpose. If a simple joke offends you, just overlook it. She honestly just loves to hear people laugh.
However, if she so chooses, her wit and smart-ass personality can be turned against you; get her angry, and you’ll most likely end up with a rather nasty verbal beating, and you’ll be damned lucky if that’s all you get. Best way to stay on her good side (even if she doesn’t like you) is to simply be courteous. That is the one thing that she could easily strangle someone for (if she had thumbs, that is). Whether it’s not cleaning up after a meal, or simply just cutting in front of someone, Punk is capable of developing a temper quite similar to what some might call “road-rage”. And believe me, her bark is just as equal to her bite.
Sarcasm practically leeks from her eye-sockets, used both in her humor, as well as her insults.
Appearance::
[/li][li]Traditional wolves? Ha, Punk looks nothing like them! True that honest wolf-blood flows through her veins; it’s simply the genetic of it that’s completely different. For one, she has rather short fur when you compare. The fur is smooth, from the front of her maw, all the way to her rump. It’s main color is a shaded tan, with sheens of reds and oranges on the actual strand of fur. The fur at the joints in her legs and her paw-pads and toes are black in color, as well as her muzzle and brows. Across her spine is where the longest fur grows. Also black in color, it’s nearly the full length of any other wolves’. Her mane has a “shingling” effect, where it is long then grows shorter, then lengthens once more. The longer layers overlap where the shorter ones grow, making the fur appear to have a shingled effect.
Another feature that makes her stand out, in addition to her odd coat, is that she appears to have no ears. She as ears similar to a reptile, small discs of skin beneath her fur capable of detecting sound. In the place of her skull where ears should sprout, twin horns grow. They are identical in color, neon-lime green with a strip of black in the middle, but at times their length does not match. Because they grow constantly, Punk is capable of ‘sharpening’ them on rocks or thick trees. While other’s horns would naturally dull with time, Punk’s will forever be sharp. But because she has to keep them maintained, they’re not always equal in length. She may put too much pressure on one side and snap the tip off as she sharpens it, thus that side would be shorter.
The last feature that completely makes her stand out from the crowd of wolves is her tail. It’s not long and fluffy or elegant and graceful, it’s simply a short smooth stump placed above her rump. It’s not stubby looking liked a cropped tail might look; the fur on it is full and bushy with black on the topside and tan on the underside. Instead of a Doberman’s or Rottweiler’s tail, it more resembles an elk's tail. It’s extremely different, but she absolutely adores her own tail.
Her eyes are the same shade of color as her horns. A bright, neon-lime green, with a small hint of yellow around the edges of her whites. Her teeth are nice and white, despite the fact that she is a wild animal. Punk likes to chew on branches of hardwood in order to keep them shiny, she absolutely despises the feel of yucky fangs. Her claws aren’t anything special, they’re not razor sharp like some wolves’, they’re dull like any normal canine’s from gripping the ground when they run. Her last remaining features are two piercings she has upon her face. One eyebrow ring sits above her left eye and one bull’s ring loops through her nose. They’re simple silver and hold no special abilities or powers.
Picture #1
Picture #2
Picture #3
History::
[/li][li] As for history there's not much to say. She was the single in her parent's first litter, and although they were there, Punk found herself growing up more with her grandparents than her actual parents. The connection which she shared with her grandfather has been one that no one will ever be able to replace or match, and one that she will always yearn for and miss. Her grandfather was the sole influence upon her sense of humor in her pup-hood. He always teased and poked fun. And he tricked and pranked others constantly. Because Punk was the only grandchild, she was the most common target for his mischief. But she would never get upset, she would only learn. It was because of him her sense of humor bloomed and it allowed her to develop her own unique humor even with his passing of life.
After becoming old enough, Punk set out on her own. It wasn't exactly encouraged by her family, but they could do nothing to stop her. The life of a loner was what she sought. Providing for herself, living on her own, following no rules or expectations, no guidelines or to-dos of others. Gods it was pure heaven to her. No connections, no obligations, no cares other than herself. There was no way she could wish or hope for something more. Granted, she was mortal and did miss her home and family which she left behind. But absolutely nothing living or dead could compare with the pure freedom in which she lived in. She may have met a few others while on her own, but none special enough to form any connection of sorts. Which was perfectly fine with her. No connections, no worries about how friends are or obligations to go help them. Pure bliss, free life turned out to be.
But now, it's been taken away. A wolf from the mountain tribe has claimed the free lands, a threat that Punk had never concieved would have happened in her lifetime. And despite her reluctance to once again join into a pack, she knows that a decision lies before her. And she wants absolutely nothing to do with anyone who was steal freelands away from all those who cherished them. What she's hoping for the most is to learn about this "alpha" so that she knows just who it is when she's goes to kick his ass.
Other::
[/li][li]Extra abilities paid for.[/li][/ul]
[/size]