Post by wolfseden on Jul 9, 2009 15:26:31 GMT -5
.:. NAME .:.
Basira
.:. NICKNAMES .:.
Sira
.:. DESIRED RANK .:.
Subordinate
.:. AGE .:.
[/color]Basira
.:. NICKNAMES .:.
Sira
.:. DESIRED RANK .:.
Subordinate
.:. AGE .:.
3 years
.:. LOOKS .:. [/color]
Basira's pelt is basically a snow white color. But, her white fur is accented with hints of lime green markings which resemble the outlines vines. The proof of her powers. To control the plant life around her. An interesting ability, one she has always found helpful. Along her spine, her fur is rather coarse and prickily, but everywhere else, especially her underbelly, is very soft and delicate. The tips of her ears, the tip of her tail, and her paws are also a bright, vibrant lime green color which match her round, almond eyes and her many markings. Like her pelt, Besira's claws and fangs are pearly white and incredibly sharp. Most would believe her fangs and claws were soft and easily breakable, but, contrary to popular belief, they're as hard a steel. Whoever, gets caught on the wrong end of them would certainly be in a world of pain. Especially if she drove her plants into an attack. That wouldn't be pleasant, at all.
To her, Basira believes her looks to be regular, ordinary and rather plain in comparison to many of the other beautiful beings she had come across on her adventures. In fact, they're actually ethereal and angelic, much to her disbelief. When the light hits Sira's pelt, it appears to glow a radiant white. Of course, this is just a visual effect. She doesn't actually glow. But she was sure it was possible. Maybe not for her, but for another being.
.:. ELEMENT .:. [/color]
Plant Manipulation
Basira can manipulate the movements and growth of plants. The fae can also use the plants as weapons.
.:. PERSONALITY .:. [/color]
Although Basira left her family, she's still the happy-go-lucky wolfess she was when she was a pup. She doesn't allow her emotions, nor her past, to get her down. The fae misses her family deeply and painfully, but she won't let her sadness get in the way of her attempts to make a new one. When she enters an area her prescence seems to liven and brighten the mood. The fae prides herself in cheering up anyone, even in the worst of scenarios. It was one of those things she was born with.
Basira can be elegant too, if she wanted. The fae never found a real reason to, though. But, she had been able to acquire a polite and curteous way of speech while on her numerous journeys. Especially when she spoke to other higher ranking wolves. That was one of her most important skills, she thought. To speak without slurs or the use of slang was the best way to wander the country. You had more of a chance of survival that way. And as a plus, it made you sound smarter.
Since she left her pack on her own, Basira was forced to learn the ways of the land on her own. That experience made her more...intelligent. She never rushes into things. The fae will always think things through before even considering going through with her plans. Basira would never run in eyes closed. She prefers the pros and cons approach.
.:. EYES .:. [/color]
Lime Green
.:. WINGS .:. [/color]
None
.:. HISTORY .:. [/color]
Basira was born in a distant land far from Aelyn. She lived a wonderful life there, her parents loved her, her siblings played with her. Their food and prey were plentiful, there hadn't been a droubt in years. Their nourishment was nearly off the charts. It seemed she had the most perfect life imaginable. But, she had an emptiness inside her. In her pack, the rule was no leaving. If you left, you weren't allowed to return. Ever. No matter how loved you were or how high your rank.
Basira wanted to see the world, meet new wolves, explore the unknown, but she didn't want to leave her family and pack mates behind. She tried her best to resist her urges to leave, not wanting to lose her family nor her friends. But her want, her need, continued to grow with each passing day until it consumed her. One day the urge grew too strong to resist and she finally made up her mind. She went to each pack member and said her good-byes. She spent the whole day with her family, her parents, her siblings. There were a few tears, which was to be expected. Well, a few would be an understatement. They could have built a whole new river with the tears that were shed. But, none the less, that day, she left. Never to return to her home land again.
Besira wandered everyhere, through the mountains, the swamps, the forests. She enjoyed the world and it's many treasures and journeys. The fae had finally seen the world as she had wanted to for so long. She missed her family and friends deeply, and, as time went by, she became lonely. As more time went by, the loneliness grew until it was a vast abyss within her heart. Finally, she decided she needed to settle down. The fae was young, true, but the loneliness was becoming unbearable to stand. Basira knew, she needed to be with others, to feel love and affection. With the option of returning to her home unavailable, Basira was forced to find another, more suitable pack. Basira wandered the countryside unitl, one day, she came upon a forest and saw a pack of wolves playing and enjoying their togetherness. They were a family and loneliness had no tenancy here. The very sight tugged on her heart. She missed that, the togetherness.
Thats when she knew. She would join the Toko Forest Pack, if they would accept her.
.:.OTHER INFO .:. [/color]
I may make her brother enter Aelyn, still debating though.
.:. MATE .:. [/color]
None, but is looking for the perfect brute
.:. PUPS .:. [/color]
None, but would like some once she finds the right mate
.:. ZODIAC SIGN .:.[/color]
Pisces[/center][/size]