Post by Raider on Jun 3, 2010 9:18:30 GMT -5
[/font][/right][/size]XX. ARTEMIS
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Age:
four years
My Gender:
female
I Am A Member Of The:
Hu'li wolf pack
I Uphold The Rank Of:
(well I was aiming for Alpha but since I can't join at that rank) huntress. warrior. high ranking.
XX. Information
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Appearance:
There would always be those who judge others on appearance alone. By simply looking at Artemis it is clear that she is a creature of great strength. Her form is all sinew and muscle beneath thick fur. Her thick fur is a mixture of white, black and shades of grey. She stands out with her black ears and a large black stripe the full length of her tail. A sleekly rounded muzzle can pull back to reveal sharp fangs ready for the kill.
Large paws give her a swift run and, with a long bushy tail for balance, she is a physically strong wolf. In her amber eyes there is the light of laughter as if she is always amused by something or another. Perhaps this gives the impression of smugness but that's just how she is.
Personality:
When it comes down to her personality, Artemis is a creature of great contradiction. It is easy to understand why so many people are confused by her but at the same time find themselves enchanted by her. First and foremost she is a very spiritual being. She is in love with the world around her and makes it her task to learn everything she can about it. In doing so she feels more connection with her ancestors and the wolves of long ago. This is her destiny, as is living up to her name and being a true goddess of the hunt.
In terms of violence, Artemis is no longer bothered by the prospects of it. She has learnt to hunt and kill but this is the only way she can imagine a wolf being. This side of the wolf is hardened like steel and as unmoving as the mountains. She believes that she was born to protect her loved ones and she is willing to do so with everything that she is. Her life will never matter as much as theirs.
Her softer side can only be seen around pups. Artemis has a strong maternal instinct although she has no offspring of her own and no mate, for that matter. She has far too much going on to be thinking about that... Well, that is what she tells herself at least. In truth she is afraid of falling in love because it would make her seem weak and vulnerable. She does not wish to have to depend on anyone in order to be happy. Arty only wishes to craft her own happiness.
Artemis is always the one who laughs the loudest and keeps people in high spirits. Sometimes this is to hide her own insecurities. Nobody can see weakness in those who make themselves seem very confident. She has a certain confidence but it falls apart from time to time. She is a wolf after all, not a cold unfeeling thing. Everyone has their moments.
History:
For as far back as anyone can recall, Artemis' family were part of the Hu'li pack. Their roots run as deep as the trees of this land so Artemis feels very connected to it. She was born four years ago as part of a litter of three pups. Her mother and father were devastated to find that the other two, small white males, were not breathing when they came into the world. Their hopes turned to the largest of the three, a grey female, to live and be strong enough for the three pups.
They got their wish. As the grey pup grew it was clear that she was bold enough to try anything. She was ever exploring and play-fighting with other pups. Her parents decided to name her Artemis after the goddess of the hunt because it reflected her personality as they saw her develop into a fully grown wolf. It was at this stage of her life that she had an incident that would leave her mentally scarred for the rest of her days.
Arty was exploring one day when she came across a river. Her curious little mind made her wonder how deep it was. Convinced that she was far stronger than the current she swam into the river. It swept her away, pulling the pup beneath the surface time and time again. It was only by the luck of the gods that an adult wolf found her and pulled her to safety or she might have drowned in the river. Ever since that day she has feared deep water and will not enter the river no matter what.
There would always be those who judge others on appearance alone. By simply looking at Artemis it is clear that she is a creature of great strength. Her form is all sinew and muscle beneath thick fur. Her thick fur is a mixture of white, black and shades of grey. She stands out with her black ears and a large black stripe the full length of her tail. A sleekly rounded muzzle can pull back to reveal sharp fangs ready for the kill.
Large paws give her a swift run and, with a long bushy tail for balance, she is a physically strong wolf. In her amber eyes there is the light of laughter as if she is always amused by something or another. Perhaps this gives the impression of smugness but that's just how she is.
Personality:
When it comes down to her personality, Artemis is a creature of great contradiction. It is easy to understand why so many people are confused by her but at the same time find themselves enchanted by her. First and foremost she is a very spiritual being. She is in love with the world around her and makes it her task to learn everything she can about it. In doing so she feels more connection with her ancestors and the wolves of long ago. This is her destiny, as is living up to her name and being a true goddess of the hunt.
In terms of violence, Artemis is no longer bothered by the prospects of it. She has learnt to hunt and kill but this is the only way she can imagine a wolf being. This side of the wolf is hardened like steel and as unmoving as the mountains. She believes that she was born to protect her loved ones and she is willing to do so with everything that she is. Her life will never matter as much as theirs.
Her softer side can only be seen around pups. Artemis has a strong maternal instinct although she has no offspring of her own and no mate, for that matter. She has far too much going on to be thinking about that... Well, that is what she tells herself at least. In truth she is afraid of falling in love because it would make her seem weak and vulnerable. She does not wish to have to depend on anyone in order to be happy. Arty only wishes to craft her own happiness.
Artemis is always the one who laughs the loudest and keeps people in high spirits. Sometimes this is to hide her own insecurities. Nobody can see weakness in those who make themselves seem very confident. She has a certain confidence but it falls apart from time to time. She is a wolf after all, not a cold unfeeling thing. Everyone has their moments.
History:
For as far back as anyone can recall, Artemis' family were part of the Hu'li pack. Their roots run as deep as the trees of this land so Artemis feels very connected to it. She was born four years ago as part of a litter of three pups. Her mother and father were devastated to find that the other two, small white males, were not breathing when they came into the world. Their hopes turned to the largest of the three, a grey female, to live and be strong enough for the three pups.
They got their wish. As the grey pup grew it was clear that she was bold enough to try anything. She was ever exploring and play-fighting with other pups. Her parents decided to name her Artemis after the goddess of the hunt because it reflected her personality as they saw her develop into a fully grown wolf. It was at this stage of her life that she had an incident that would leave her mentally scarred for the rest of her days.
Arty was exploring one day when she came across a river. Her curious little mind made her wonder how deep it was. Convinced that she was far stronger than the current she swam into the river. It swept her away, pulling the pup beneath the surface time and time again. It was only by the luck of the gods that an adult wolf found her and pulled her to safety or she might have drowned in the river. Ever since that day she has feared deep water and will not enter the river no matter what.
XX. A Little Extra
Likes:
Dislikes:
RP Sample:
Silence. Stillness. These were the gifts of the huntress. The dear in the long grass grazed peacefully with no idea how close to death it was in that moment. Crouched terrifyingly close by was a large grey wolf with piercing amber eyes. The fact that her fur was not a solid block of colour made it far easier for her to hide away from her prey. Lean muscles tensed, ready for the kill as she watched and waited with trained patience. Now was not the time. Not yet. Artemis knew that being overly keen would lose her the first meal she had been able to indulge in for three days. That was not going to improve her mood.
She had spent the past three days in thought, keeping to herself away from her pack. Artemis was a very spiritual creature, as were all the wolves of the Hu'li pack. They had a strong connection to the world around them and to their ancestors. She had become more at peace with the world after her time alone but now she was hungry. Sharp claws tested the soil beneath them. Firm enough for the wolf to take off at a swift run. This was good, the dear look liked it might be quite fast even for its kind.
A gentle breeze ruffled the grass around Artemis. Her eyes narrowed as she realised the wind had changed and the dear would soon catch her smell. It was now or never. Her muscles pushed her forward as she sprang out of her hiding place towards the dear. It barely ran five paces before she leapt on it and clamped her jaws around its throat. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she brought down her kill. Relaxing her jaws once more Artemis laughed in delight. She rarely hunted alone, it was the way of the wolf to hunt as a pack, so this was a treat for her to be able to hunt alone.
The grey wolf sat down and raised her blood-stained muzzle to the heavens. A long howl ripped from her throat, inviting her pack members to join her in eating. She hated to eat alone after all. It was a very social thing to gather around a kill. It was the way of the wolf as it had been in the time of their ancestors. A smile curved over her sleek muzzle as she considered that what she had just done had been done thousands of times in the past. It made her feel part of a bigger picture.
- Being around others.
- Hunting with her packmates.
- Quiet moments to think
- Watching the clouds go by
- Listening
Dislikes:
- Deep water
- Feeling useless
- Anyone she cares for being hurt
- Seeing anyone cry
RP Sample:
Silence. Stillness. These were the gifts of the huntress. The dear in the long grass grazed peacefully with no idea how close to death it was in that moment. Crouched terrifyingly close by was a large grey wolf with piercing amber eyes. The fact that her fur was not a solid block of colour made it far easier for her to hide away from her prey. Lean muscles tensed, ready for the kill as she watched and waited with trained patience. Now was not the time. Not yet. Artemis knew that being overly keen would lose her the first meal she had been able to indulge in for three days. That was not going to improve her mood.
She had spent the past three days in thought, keeping to herself away from her pack. Artemis was a very spiritual creature, as were all the wolves of the Hu'li pack. They had a strong connection to the world around them and to their ancestors. She had become more at peace with the world after her time alone but now she was hungry. Sharp claws tested the soil beneath them. Firm enough for the wolf to take off at a swift run. This was good, the dear look liked it might be quite fast even for its kind.
A gentle breeze ruffled the grass around Artemis. Her eyes narrowed as she realised the wind had changed and the dear would soon catch her smell. It was now or never. Her muscles pushed her forward as she sprang out of her hiding place towards the dear. It barely ran five paces before she leapt on it and clamped her jaws around its throat. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she brought down her kill. Relaxing her jaws once more Artemis laughed in delight. She rarely hunted alone, it was the way of the wolf to hunt as a pack, so this was a treat for her to be able to hunt alone.
The grey wolf sat down and raised her blood-stained muzzle to the heavens. A long howl ripped from her throat, inviting her pack members to join her in eating. She hated to eat alone after all. It was a very social thing to gather around a kill. It was the way of the wolf as it had been in the time of their ancestors. A smile curved over her sleek muzzle as she considered that what she had just done had been done thousands of times in the past. It made her feel part of a bigger picture.
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