Post by Lucine on Oct 1, 2006 17:02:39 GMT -5
Name:: Lucine
Age:: 4
Gender:: Vixen
Species of Fox:: Arctic fox
Appearance::
In late spring, summer, and early fall, her coat is made up of two 'layers'. The over layer is black, and the under layer is a light cream, that shows on her underbelly and sometimes it shows through on various parts of her body. Around her neck it is light black - fading slightly to grey - as it is also with a blaze on her muzzle. Her coat is thick and voluptuous in both seasons. Although maybe not quite as thick in the summer. Her eyes are dark purple when her over coat is black, and light blue when it is light grey.
In the winter time it fades to a light grey with a pure white blaze down her snout, and a ring of white around her neck.
Personality:: She has a sick sense of humor and enjoys her own pain, as well as that of others. The little vixen enjoys the torture of others, and likes keeping certain old bones from different hunts. She might keep a skull or two, or a rib, or something like that. She is egotistic and self centered, and could stop to look at herself in a still puddle and get shot because of inattentiveness. She enjoys playing with her food immensely, in the sick sort of fashion.
History:: She was born during a thunderstorm across the tundra, in the dead of winter, after much too long a period of labor. She was born inside a cave of ice, which was warm because the entrance had been sealed off in just this sort of storm a few weeks before. Her mother had dug a hole into it, just small enough for her to fit, and then filled it in, assuring herself of safety. The cave was by now populated by mice, which made it a haven and the only place such a birthing could take place. After almost a day of hard labor, the vixen gave birth to four cubs, two of which died instantly, leaving Lucine and her brother Marq. Their mother passed out immediately, leaving the cubs to nurse off her semi-conscious body. She woke up a day later and looked down at her cubs scornfully, two left alive for a day's worth of labor. Sickening. And from that moment on, their mother treated them like squashed bugs, less than nothing, something that deserved the same amount of attention as one's own urine. Marq was thin and weak, while Lucine, the healthiest of all four, almost doubled her brother in size. Three weeks later they were toddling around, Lucine with eyes of icy blue and a coat of light grey, Marq with startlingly jade eyes and a coat of white. As the months slipped by, Marq's coat grew to brown, and Lucine's to an alarmingly black color. Her mother took to calling her Hellion and Demon, for the coat clearly belied her future alliance. For Marq was a light, and their mother herself a neutral. Lucine spited them both for their attitudes toward life, and as soon as she grew old enough, she left the pair, but not before taking a souvenir. Her little brother's ear.
Pack or Loner:: Pack
Desired rank in Pack:: Beta of Rhana-Shou (or warrior, really doesn't matter to me!
)
RP Sample::
Empty another bottle, and let me tear you to p i e c e s
Lucine grumbled and slunk out of her denset, her fur caked with mud, and it didn't help that even more rain poured down upon her back, turning the caked dirt into a wet sticky mass, which would surely result in matting later. And she hated mats, she loathed them. The vix gekkered* to herself quietly and clawed the ground maliciously, her tail out straight to showcase her frustration. Her ears were pinned back against her head, droplets of rain dripping off onto her neck, sliding down her ruff and sinking into the fur around her shoulder blades. She shook herself out once more irritably, clumps of mud, grass, and hair flying off into the bushes, landing with splats and splahes into puddles, or onto more more mud, where they sank into the ground and became once more part of the disgusting sloshing mass around her paws.
This is me wishing you into the worst s i t u a t i o n s
The vixen gekkered again and tossed her head irritably, the darkened sky above still pouring down rain onto her already slicked back coat. Although it was nighttime - even if this storm was during the day it would look the same - the vix was still exiting her den, but for a good reason. Her denset had flooded. The back had eroded onto her sleeping mass, leaving her caked in mud, and torrents of water had splashed in, assuring her a rude awakening. And on top of it all, she was in a bad mood. Even worse than usual, but then again you would be too if someone decided to wake you up by hurling buckets of mud at you and then spraying you with a hose. She raked her claw once more across the muddy earth, but the claw marks were soon erased by the downpour. She slunk into an old abandoned badger den nearby, her ears still pastered back against her head, and her purple eyes flashing furiously.
I'm the kind of kid that can't let a n y t h i n g go
Her fur was mussed and muddy, and now cleaning wouldn't be possible until the next day, and once she got out of this mess of a densite even more dirt and mud would be caked on, and surely she would be the whisper campaign of the day. The vixen snarled to herself again and lashed her tail, which only succedded in dislodging more clump of mud, dirt, and roots from above her. Her eyes narrowed and she spat out a mouthful of dust, shaking her head from side to side in an annoyed fashion, while one of her eyes kept a careful watch on the outside world. It would be bad enough tomorrow, but she didn't want anybody seeing her like this now. Suddenly she felt her throat go dry, and she decided to get a drink. Like there already isn't enough water around... She thought sarcastically to herself as she dislodged her body from the mud and dirt. She padded over to the puddle and leaned down, lapping up some water gratefully. The vix heard a faint 'thump' and then a splash, and she lifted her head, a small whine, then an enraged growl emitting from her throat. The badger had collapsed as well. Great, that's just d.amn great.
But you wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your t h r o a t
Age:: 4
Gender:: Vixen
Species of Fox:: Arctic fox
Appearance::
In late spring, summer, and early fall, her coat is made up of two 'layers'. The over layer is black, and the under layer is a light cream, that shows on her underbelly and sometimes it shows through on various parts of her body. Around her neck it is light black - fading slightly to grey - as it is also with a blaze on her muzzle. Her coat is thick and voluptuous in both seasons. Although maybe not quite as thick in the summer. Her eyes are dark purple when her over coat is black, and light blue when it is light grey.
In the winter time it fades to a light grey with a pure white blaze down her snout, and a ring of white around her neck.
Personality:: She has a sick sense of humor and enjoys her own pain, as well as that of others. The little vixen enjoys the torture of others, and likes keeping certain old bones from different hunts. She might keep a skull or two, or a rib, or something like that. She is egotistic and self centered, and could stop to look at herself in a still puddle and get shot because of inattentiveness. She enjoys playing with her food immensely, in the sick sort of fashion.
History:: She was born during a thunderstorm across the tundra, in the dead of winter, after much too long a period of labor. She was born inside a cave of ice, which was warm because the entrance had been sealed off in just this sort of storm a few weeks before. Her mother had dug a hole into it, just small enough for her to fit, and then filled it in, assuring herself of safety. The cave was by now populated by mice, which made it a haven and the only place such a birthing could take place. After almost a day of hard labor, the vixen gave birth to four cubs, two of which died instantly, leaving Lucine and her brother Marq. Their mother passed out immediately, leaving the cubs to nurse off her semi-conscious body. She woke up a day later and looked down at her cubs scornfully, two left alive for a day's worth of labor. Sickening. And from that moment on, their mother treated them like squashed bugs, less than nothing, something that deserved the same amount of attention as one's own urine. Marq was thin and weak, while Lucine, the healthiest of all four, almost doubled her brother in size. Three weeks later they were toddling around, Lucine with eyes of icy blue and a coat of light grey, Marq with startlingly jade eyes and a coat of white. As the months slipped by, Marq's coat grew to brown, and Lucine's to an alarmingly black color. Her mother took to calling her Hellion and Demon, for the coat clearly belied her future alliance. For Marq was a light, and their mother herself a neutral. Lucine spited them both for their attitudes toward life, and as soon as she grew old enough, she left the pair, but not before taking a souvenir. Her little brother's ear.
Pack or Loner:: Pack
Desired rank in Pack:: Beta of Rhana-Shou (or warrior, really doesn't matter to me!
) RP Sample::
Empty another bottle, and let me tear you to p i e c e s
Lucine grumbled and slunk out of her denset, her fur caked with mud, and it didn't help that even more rain poured down upon her back, turning the caked dirt into a wet sticky mass, which would surely result in matting later. And she hated mats, she loathed them. The vix gekkered* to herself quietly and clawed the ground maliciously, her tail out straight to showcase her frustration. Her ears were pinned back against her head, droplets of rain dripping off onto her neck, sliding down her ruff and sinking into the fur around her shoulder blades. She shook herself out once more irritably, clumps of mud, grass, and hair flying off into the bushes, landing with splats and splahes into puddles, or onto more more mud, where they sank into the ground and became once more part of the disgusting sloshing mass around her paws.
This is me wishing you into the worst s i t u a t i o n s
The vixen gekkered again and tossed her head irritably, the darkened sky above still pouring down rain onto her already slicked back coat. Although it was nighttime - even if this storm was during the day it would look the same - the vix was still exiting her den, but for a good reason. Her denset had flooded. The back had eroded onto her sleeping mass, leaving her caked in mud, and torrents of water had splashed in, assuring her a rude awakening. And on top of it all, she was in a bad mood. Even worse than usual, but then again you would be too if someone decided to wake you up by hurling buckets of mud at you and then spraying you with a hose. She raked her claw once more across the muddy earth, but the claw marks were soon erased by the downpour. She slunk into an old abandoned badger den nearby, her ears still pastered back against her head, and her purple eyes flashing furiously.
I'm the kind of kid that can't let a n y t h i n g go
Her fur was mussed and muddy, and now cleaning wouldn't be possible until the next day, and once she got out of this mess of a densite even more dirt and mud would be caked on, and surely she would be the whisper campaign of the day. The vixen snarled to herself again and lashed her tail, which only succedded in dislodging more clump of mud, dirt, and roots from above her. Her eyes narrowed and she spat out a mouthful of dust, shaking her head from side to side in an annoyed fashion, while one of her eyes kept a careful watch on the outside world. It would be bad enough tomorrow, but she didn't want anybody seeing her like this now. Suddenly she felt her throat go dry, and she decided to get a drink. Like there already isn't enough water around... She thought sarcastically to herself as she dislodged her body from the mud and dirt. She padded over to the puddle and leaned down, lapping up some water gratefully. The vix heard a faint 'thump' and then a splash, and she lifted her head, a small whine, then an enraged growl emitting from her throat. The badger had collapsed as well. Great, that's just d.amn great.
But you wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your t h r o a t
