Post by Moonwatcher on Aug 9, 2010 22:31:48 GMT -5
Name: Shiver
Nicknames: Shiv, but I mostly go by Shiver.
Age: 2 and 1/4 years old
Gender: Fae {female}
Desired Pack: Mitsuteriasu Mountains
Rank: Fighter/hunter/higher ranks
Looks:
When you first see me, I appear to be transparent. But as you look closer, you can see that I am blue. Very light blue, but I am blue. It becomes more visible during the day, but at night, I can sometimes be mistaken for white. My fur is as soft as bird down, and it is also thick. It keeps me warm during the night anyway.
My face is blue as well. There is a part of my face, where the fur splits separate ways, and that is a dark blue color. The rest of my face is speckled with gold. I am pretty short for a wolf, I am usually called petite. My size makes all other wolves intimidating, but I usually shrug it off. My legs are muscular, built with all of the running that I have done in my life. I also have muscular shoulders. My tail flows down, the fur rough and coarse. It is short, since I lost half of it, the bone severed.
The length of my fur is summed up in one word: long! It tends to curl up under my stomach, but when I get wet, it seems to hang at my sides like my wings do. Once dry, it is usually slightly curly, but I think of it as wavy. The places where my wings are attached are a brown color. {the fur} It is also where some of my markings are.
I have one significant marking on my eye, that appears to be an altered snowflake. It circles over my eye, my family "seal" if I can recall that that was what my father calls it. That is how I got my name... Anyway, my ears are both also speckled with gold, and the inside is a soft pink color. My nose is black, gold surrounding it.
Power:
Mediumship. I have the power to speak to the dead. Ever since I was a pup, I have been able to speak to the deceased, and make my decisions based on their experiences. It, as I said, was a difficult power to master. It uses excrutiating amounts of energy to control my astral form, and to stay in my physical body. The spirits of the dead are constantly pulling me into their wake when I join them, ask questions. I can also bring them into this world, in a wolf form, but clearly mass-less. That is a harder skill, that I have only used once, and I still have to learn how to summon them.
Before I shift into my astral form, I have to fall asleep. I can only go into their world, if I am in the world of my own, but unconcious. When I go into their world, I tend to shudder, throw myself, and tremble. After I reach them, it all becomes a mist, eluding but there. Then I can talk to them, my ancestors, or the ancestors of my pack mates.
When I decide to leave, I have to focus all of my energy on the place that I came from. This is the hardest part because it takes a tramendous amount of energy and will to go back into my physical body. Sometimes I can seem like I am dying while I am away, but it is risky. At any moment, I could disappear into the ghost world, and never be able to attain my old body back. I rarely use my power for that reason.
Eyes:
My eyes are a mixture of grey, blue, and gold. My iris is mostly grey, with blue and gold tint around the edges. They will sometimes flicker, and appear to be a different color, but they always stay the same color. Usually. ^^ The grey in my iris is flecked with black and white, but grey is all that appears.
Wings:
My wings are very bird-like. They are long in length, and are mostly white, but blue at where they connect. The longest feathers at the tips are teal, and the feathers connected to those are also teal. Most of the feathers on my wings are large, but the smallest ones are in the middle of the wing.
{Wings in the picture}
Personality:
Shiver is a strong, clear-hearted fae when it comes to knowing what to do in a dire situation, though she usually solves violence with violence. She doesn't always makes the best decisions, but she tries to use her mind more than her claws. She can be very prejudiced by appearance or by difference, though she tries not to. Her personality makes her appear tough to other wolves, but once you get closer to her, she seems to soften up a bit. Her past gives her excuses that cause her pain to say, but she doesn't like being blamed for anything, even when the blame is all hers. She is a likeable wolf after all, once they get used to her fuming heart, and stubborn at mind. A wolf will get used to her after a short while, she warms up to others easily, and her bubbly voice and body language makes her likeable.
Although she can be usually misleading, she is only misleading herself. She doesn't necessarily like affection, and at that, she isn't much of a lovey-dovey wolf. She almost hates love in a way, because of her mother, her hateful father, and all of those that she loved. She always learns from her mistakes, how painful they may be, she still toughens up and makes it through with a clear head. She isn't hurt by predjudice, and she is never intimidated by wolves who try to scare her, or wolves in general. She can be depended on, and will get the job done, and done right.
History:
A small pup lumbers out of the vacant cave. Grey eyes slowly open, tinted with blue, curious and aware. A snarl comes from behind her. There was blood dripping from her body, her small wings flapping with the urge to leave from the place that she was. She was being persued. "Come here, you little maggot!" A harsh call comes from behind. She starts to panic, and sprints toward the Alpha den to hide. She rushes behind the Alpha Female, seeing her shocked expression. The brute rushes in, in persuit. "Did you see a little pup?" He asks innocently. Anyone could tell that he was a good lier. The alpha female snorts. "What if I did?"
The brute snarls. "Then I would expect that you would hand her over." There was abuse in his voice. The alpha female turns to the pup behind her, and pushes her forward, but leaves her paw in front of her in protection. "Do you see the condition this pup is in? Unacceptable!" She fumes. The brute backs away from the den, a scowl on his muzzle. "If you don't give me that pup..." He doesn't finish his sentence as the alpha male shoves his way into his den. "Dear, what is going on?" He asks his mate in shock, then growls at the male that was threatening violence. "Leave, now." He says, calm in his voice. The brute snorts, then leaves, muttering.
The small pup grows in the image of the alphas, scars left untouched from her youth. She grew strong, her wings becoming full, as she became a beautiful fae. Her adopted parents raised her well, but it was time for her to leave. The Alpha Female steps forward, gives her a blessing, and wishes her off. Her father does the same. Before she leaves, a haggled voice cries out from the shadows. "Not until I get what I deserve." She turns in shock as a ragged, black brute sulks into the clearing, his muzzle caked with blood. "Not after my job is done." He stalks toward her, a bloodthirsty expression on his muzzle.
The fae backs away, but snarls at the brute as he comes closer. She could sense him coming, closer and closer. She shuts her eyes, and starts to shudder. A light, misty silhouette appears beside her. A ghost. She had finally learned how to use her powers. They both, ghost and fae, charge toward the brute, smirking, snarling, nails in full throttle. He runs off, whimpering, scared out of his wits. The fae turns to her parents, nods, and walks off, alone, but ready to face the world, her spirit friends ready to help her on the way. Yes, she still had alot on the way, her future. She was one then, and has been traveling on her own for a long period of time. Yes, now she has probably found her new home.
Other:
Motto- "Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."
Parent Description:
Cringe {Biological father}: A brute with black eyes, yet a brown fur coat. He had wings that appeared to be bone, with a thin membrane coating the bone and the areas between the bones. He has many scars from many fights that had been won, but only by luck. He has markings around his eyes, on his ears, and on his tail, streaking down like blood.
Maie {Biological mother}: Her eyes are a soft blue, dulling and ghostly like her daughter's eyes. Her fur is also a light teal, wings resembling an angel's. She has a circle-like shape around her left eye, stripes around the white tail, and small markings on her wings and back. She has no scars, never getting into a fight at any time in her life, but being killed in the end by her mate, Cringe. She was a kind fae, with only a pure heart to sustain her daughter and herself.
Mate: ****
Pups: ****
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Nicknames: Shiv, but I mostly go by Shiver.
Age: 2 and 1/4 years old
Gender: Fae {female}
Desired Pack: Mitsuteriasu Mountains
Rank: Fighter/hunter/higher ranks
Looks:
When you first see me, I appear to be transparent. But as you look closer, you can see that I am blue. Very light blue, but I am blue. It becomes more visible during the day, but at night, I can sometimes be mistaken for white. My fur is as soft as bird down, and it is also thick. It keeps me warm during the night anyway.
My face is blue as well. There is a part of my face, where the fur splits separate ways, and that is a dark blue color. The rest of my face is speckled with gold. I am pretty short for a wolf, I am usually called petite. My size makes all other wolves intimidating, but I usually shrug it off. My legs are muscular, built with all of the running that I have done in my life. I also have muscular shoulders. My tail flows down, the fur rough and coarse. It is short, since I lost half of it, the bone severed.
The length of my fur is summed up in one word: long! It tends to curl up under my stomach, but when I get wet, it seems to hang at my sides like my wings do. Once dry, it is usually slightly curly, but I think of it as wavy. The places where my wings are attached are a brown color. {the fur} It is also where some of my markings are.
I have one significant marking on my eye, that appears to be an altered snowflake. It circles over my eye, my family "seal" if I can recall that that was what my father calls it. That is how I got my name... Anyway, my ears are both also speckled with gold, and the inside is a soft pink color. My nose is black, gold surrounding it.
Power:
Mediumship. I have the power to speak to the dead. Ever since I was a pup, I have been able to speak to the deceased, and make my decisions based on their experiences. It, as I said, was a difficult power to master. It uses excrutiating amounts of energy to control my astral form, and to stay in my physical body. The spirits of the dead are constantly pulling me into their wake when I join them, ask questions. I can also bring them into this world, in a wolf form, but clearly mass-less. That is a harder skill, that I have only used once, and I still have to learn how to summon them.
Before I shift into my astral form, I have to fall asleep. I can only go into their world, if I am in the world of my own, but unconcious. When I go into their world, I tend to shudder, throw myself, and tremble. After I reach them, it all becomes a mist, eluding but there. Then I can talk to them, my ancestors, or the ancestors of my pack mates.
When I decide to leave, I have to focus all of my energy on the place that I came from. This is the hardest part because it takes a tramendous amount of energy and will to go back into my physical body. Sometimes I can seem like I am dying while I am away, but it is risky. At any moment, I could disappear into the ghost world, and never be able to attain my old body back. I rarely use my power for that reason.
Eyes:
My eyes are a mixture of grey, blue, and gold. My iris is mostly grey, with blue and gold tint around the edges. They will sometimes flicker, and appear to be a different color, but they always stay the same color. Usually. ^^ The grey in my iris is flecked with black and white, but grey is all that appears.
Wings:
My wings are very bird-like. They are long in length, and are mostly white, but blue at where they connect. The longest feathers at the tips are teal, and the feathers connected to those are also teal. Most of the feathers on my wings are large, but the smallest ones are in the middle of the wing.
{Wings in the picture}
Personality:
Shiver is a strong, clear-hearted fae when it comes to knowing what to do in a dire situation, though she usually solves violence with violence. She doesn't always makes the best decisions, but she tries to use her mind more than her claws. She can be very prejudiced by appearance or by difference, though she tries not to. Her personality makes her appear tough to other wolves, but once you get closer to her, she seems to soften up a bit. Her past gives her excuses that cause her pain to say, but she doesn't like being blamed for anything, even when the blame is all hers. She is a likeable wolf after all, once they get used to her fuming heart, and stubborn at mind. A wolf will get used to her after a short while, she warms up to others easily, and her bubbly voice and body language makes her likeable.
Although she can be usually misleading, she is only misleading herself. She doesn't necessarily like affection, and at that, she isn't much of a lovey-dovey wolf. She almost hates love in a way, because of her mother, her hateful father, and all of those that she loved. She always learns from her mistakes, how painful they may be, she still toughens up and makes it through with a clear head. She isn't hurt by predjudice, and she is never intimidated by wolves who try to scare her, or wolves in general. She can be depended on, and will get the job done, and done right.
History:
A small pup lumbers out of the vacant cave. Grey eyes slowly open, tinted with blue, curious and aware. A snarl comes from behind her. There was blood dripping from her body, her small wings flapping with the urge to leave from the place that she was. She was being persued. "Come here, you little maggot!" A harsh call comes from behind. She starts to panic, and sprints toward the Alpha den to hide. She rushes behind the Alpha Female, seeing her shocked expression. The brute rushes in, in persuit. "Did you see a little pup?" He asks innocently. Anyone could tell that he was a good lier. The alpha female snorts. "What if I did?"
The brute snarls. "Then I would expect that you would hand her over." There was abuse in his voice. The alpha female turns to the pup behind her, and pushes her forward, but leaves her paw in front of her in protection. "Do you see the condition this pup is in? Unacceptable!" She fumes. The brute backs away from the den, a scowl on his muzzle. "If you don't give me that pup..." He doesn't finish his sentence as the alpha male shoves his way into his den. "Dear, what is going on?" He asks his mate in shock, then growls at the male that was threatening violence. "Leave, now." He says, calm in his voice. The brute snorts, then leaves, muttering.
The small pup grows in the image of the alphas, scars left untouched from her youth. She grew strong, her wings becoming full, as she became a beautiful fae. Her adopted parents raised her well, but it was time for her to leave. The Alpha Female steps forward, gives her a blessing, and wishes her off. Her father does the same. Before she leaves, a haggled voice cries out from the shadows. "Not until I get what I deserve." She turns in shock as a ragged, black brute sulks into the clearing, his muzzle caked with blood. "Not after my job is done." He stalks toward her, a bloodthirsty expression on his muzzle.
The fae backs away, but snarls at the brute as he comes closer. She could sense him coming, closer and closer. She shuts her eyes, and starts to shudder. A light, misty silhouette appears beside her. A ghost. She had finally learned how to use her powers. They both, ghost and fae, charge toward the brute, smirking, snarling, nails in full throttle. He runs off, whimpering, scared out of his wits. The fae turns to her parents, nods, and walks off, alone, but ready to face the world, her spirit friends ready to help her on the way. Yes, she still had alot on the way, her future. She was one then, and has been traveling on her own for a long period of time. Yes, now she has probably found her new home.
Other:
Motto- "Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."
Parent Description:
Cringe {Biological father}: A brute with black eyes, yet a brown fur coat. He had wings that appeared to be bone, with a thin membrane coating the bone and the areas between the bones. He has many scars from many fights that had been won, but only by luck. He has markings around his eyes, on his ears, and on his tail, streaking down like blood.
Maie {Biological mother}: Her eyes are a soft blue, dulling and ghostly like her daughter's eyes. Her fur is also a light teal, wings resembling an angel's. She has a circle-like shape around her left eye, stripes around the white tail, and small markings on her wings and back. She has no scars, never getting into a fight at any time in her life, but being killed in the end by her mate, Cringe. She was a kind fae, with only a pure heart to sustain her daughter and herself.
Mate: ****
Pups: ****
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio