Post by Antonia on Apr 24, 2006 5:55:43 GMT -5
Name: Antonia.
Age: Four years.
Gender: Female.
Breed: Mutt; but mostly timber wolf.
Appearance: Grey fur, tinted with black along her back, head and chest. Average build, a tad on the skinny side for now for the time she spent in exile from her old pack, which made food harder to get.
Picture: img53.imageshack.us/my.php?image=229510445qhpoygph9ac.jpg
Personality: Antonia is just your average wolf, to be frank. She's happy to not be the leader of even the beta of a pack, but as long as she can hold some power. Can't always be at the bottom, can we? She does have a tendency to jump to conclusion and act before she thinks, but when you tell her to do something (that she wants to do and if she respect you, mind you!), she's straight down to business, no questions asked.
RPG sample (mine is kinds of random and bad; sorry!
): Antonia dug her claws into the dirt, golden eyes peering out from the darkness. A winter chill had embraced the land earlier in the evening and the caribou herd had grouped closer together, which would make the process of herding one away even harder.
Taking a tentative step forward, followed by another, she slowly made her way towards the very edge of the grazing lands of the caribou. So close, it would be a shame to mess this up now. One of the elder caribou moved slightly, towards a fresher patch of grass, exposing a calf that attempted to follow it but stayed closer behind. Not quite in the safety of the herd, but enough for the pack to be able to drive it away.
If they would show themselves, Antonia thought bitterly, her ears flicking back and forth, listening for the others. It wasn't up to her to make the first move, that was someone else's move, according to the pre-determined hunt strategy. If they didn't show up soon then...well, she'd just have to go hungry one more night. Wonderful.
Age: Four years.
Gender: Female.
Breed: Mutt; but mostly timber wolf.
Appearance: Grey fur, tinted with black along her back, head and chest. Average build, a tad on the skinny side for now for the time she spent in exile from her old pack, which made food harder to get.
Picture: img53.imageshack.us/my.php?image=229510445qhpoygph9ac.jpg
Personality: Antonia is just your average wolf, to be frank. She's happy to not be the leader of even the beta of a pack, but as long as she can hold some power. Can't always be at the bottom, can we? She does have a tendency to jump to conclusion and act before she thinks, but when you tell her to do something (that she wants to do and if she respect you, mind you!), she's straight down to business, no questions asked.
RPG sample (mine is kinds of random and bad; sorry!
): Antonia dug her claws into the dirt, golden eyes peering out from the darkness. A winter chill had embraced the land earlier in the evening and the caribou herd had grouped closer together, which would make the process of herding one away even harder. Taking a tentative step forward, followed by another, she slowly made her way towards the very edge of the grazing lands of the caribou. So close, it would be a shame to mess this up now. One of the elder caribou moved slightly, towards a fresher patch of grass, exposing a calf that attempted to follow it but stayed closer behind. Not quite in the safety of the herd, but enough for the pack to be able to drive it away.
If they would show themselves, Antonia thought bitterly, her ears flicking back and forth, listening for the others. It wasn't up to her to make the first move, that was someone else's move, according to the pre-determined hunt strategy. If they didn't show up soon then...well, she'd just have to go hungry one more night. Wonderful.
