Post by Avahlona on Jul 3, 2010 23:13:04 GMT -5
[/font][/right][/size]XX. Usti
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Note: His name is pronounced [ooh-sss-tee]
Age:
Three Years
My Gender:
Male
Breed:
Unknown x Grey
I Am A Member Of The:
Hu'li
I Uphold The Rank Of:
Subordinate
XX. Information
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Appearance(50 words minimum):
I'd like to say I'm big and strong and all that good stuff, but sadly, I'm far from it. I've been "gifted" with something of a feminine form, not saying this is a bad thing, but I'd much prefer to be stronger. I'm lithe, with long thin limbs and an angular structure to me. I'm smaller than most males, even some of the larger females actually. If you were to just look at me, glance my way, you would most likely mistake me for a female. I know. Sad right? Anyway, I've got lightish fur, with chocolate brown layering over that, and in certain spots an even darker brown layered on top of that. My tail is long, and dipped with the almost-black-brown color seen elsewhere on my body. My eyes almost match the color of my fur, a faded tan color.
Personality(150 words):
I'm quiet and understated, a little on the unsocial side. I don't like crowds, or to many wolves speaking at once. it makes my head jumble, so naturally I tend to like to be alone. I feel a strong attachment to my wolven brethren, pity the wolves with tainted blood, and I wouldn't say hate the dogs, but it's very close to that. I've been told that I'm skittish looking, and that I seem nervous a lot of the time, which is probably true. I tend to gravitate toward other quiets like me, but usually there aren't many so I'm alone. I love the land we reside upon, perhaps more than some of my own brothers. It never shoved me in a river. I enjoy activities that don't involve others, like running, because I'm very good at that. I may seem like a wimp, and I kind of am, but if I'm pushed far enough. (It's very far to push mind you) I can pack a punch. I'm something of a speedy fellow. Also, I've got a strong faith in not only family but the beliefs that we've been taught since before time. Any doubter is as bad as a dog in my book, maybe worse.
History:
I was born into the pack, the last of the two litters my parents would have. There were no females in my litter, or the one before, only brothers.With one glance at me, I was gifted the name Usti. They assumed, and well it had already stuck, besides it meant nothing but "little" , though all my brothers before me had been called "Strong","Rough" things that....weren't "little". But, It was what it was, and the name stuck. Now I was definitely the smallest of all my brothers, having inherited my mothers somewhat small structure, rather than my father, who they all seemed to take after, they made sure never to let me forget this. We were raised normally, though a majority of my brothers had left Hu'li and I certainly haven't heard from them since. I grew, just like any other. End of story
I'd like to say I'm big and strong and all that good stuff, but sadly, I'm far from it. I've been "gifted" with something of a feminine form, not saying this is a bad thing, but I'd much prefer to be stronger. I'm lithe, with long thin limbs and an angular structure to me. I'm smaller than most males, even some of the larger females actually. If you were to just look at me, glance my way, you would most likely mistake me for a female. I know. Sad right? Anyway, I've got lightish fur, with chocolate brown layering over that, and in certain spots an even darker brown layered on top of that. My tail is long, and dipped with the almost-black-brown color seen elsewhere on my body. My eyes almost match the color of my fur, a faded tan color.
Personality(150 words):
I'm quiet and understated, a little on the unsocial side. I don't like crowds, or to many wolves speaking at once. it makes my head jumble, so naturally I tend to like to be alone. I feel a strong attachment to my wolven brethren, pity the wolves with tainted blood, and I wouldn't say hate the dogs, but it's very close to that. I've been told that I'm skittish looking, and that I seem nervous a lot of the time, which is probably true. I tend to gravitate toward other quiets like me, but usually there aren't many so I'm alone. I love the land we reside upon, perhaps more than some of my own brothers. It never shoved me in a river. I enjoy activities that don't involve others, like running, because I'm very good at that. I may seem like a wimp, and I kind of am, but if I'm pushed far enough. (It's very far to push mind you) I can pack a punch. I'm something of a speedy fellow. Also, I've got a strong faith in not only family but the beliefs that we've been taught since before time. Any doubter is as bad as a dog in my book, maybe worse.
History:
I was born into the pack, the last of the two litters my parents would have. There were no females in my litter, or the one before, only brothers.With one glance at me, I was gifted the name Usti. They assumed, and well it had already stuck, besides it meant nothing but "little" , though all my brothers before me had been called "Strong","Rough" things that....weren't "little". But, It was what it was, and the name stuck. Now I was definitely the smallest of all my brothers, having inherited my mothers somewhat small structure, rather than my father, who they all seemed to take after, they made sure never to let me forget this. We were raised normally, though a majority of my brothers had left Hu'li and I certainly haven't heard from them since. I grew, just like any other. End of story
XX. A Little Extra
Likes:
Dislikes:
RP Sample:
Faded goldens would crack open, a little growl rising from black silk bodice. Legs pulled her up, and lead her toward the figure of Osiris "Don't mention Isis until I've killed something" came her grumble, as respectful as she could before before nighttime had fallen. More unrecognizable mutters fell from her maw. Pelt would be given a shake and goldens glanced about landing on the forms of the two others. Muscles stretched, each leg in turn being straightened. Sunlight stabbed at her, and she almost winced. Night was so much more comfortable. Floors were cool beneath pads, and haunches lowered near the entrance of the sleep room. "Well, you've got us up now whats the problem you can't fix on your own?" grin cracked upon features, not to soften the insult, just to congratulate herself a bit. He seemed not to be in the greatest of moods at the moment, and testing him might not have been a smart choice. Whoever said Morta was a smart one? Sharp and cunning perhaps, but common sense was something severely lacking.
Salmon appendage swept across muzzle, which in fact was still streaked with crimson liquid. Arieanna's comment would reach her attention, and sneer would take the place of the grin that had rested their moments before. "A show off Huh? Eager to impress are we?" Banner twitched behind her, she was doing good this morning. well, whatever time it was...
Her rather short attention span wandered at this, then returned to Orsiris. She did wonder why he seemed so cross, maybe he just wanted them up.. However she wasn't going to ask. And she Wasn't going to apologize for sleeping in. Gallivanting across the jungle all night, she deserved at least a little time to sleep.
Just then she actually paused to listen to what Arieanna had said, and she actually paid attention to the following events. Perhaps she'd get to beat someone up a bit. She ignored the fact that Arieanna addressed Osiris as "sire" taking the respect thing a little to far. It made her think of Col, and that made her a bit annoyed. Don't get to close to me girl , I might just accidentally bite your ear off. She tried to focus though, she really did....well, as hard as Morta ever tried.
{Not my best post, but I love Morta}
- Storms
- Rabbits
- Winning
Dislikes:
- Losing
- Non-believers/doubters
- Crowds/Claustrophobic Situations
RP Sample:
Faded goldens would crack open, a little growl rising from black silk bodice. Legs pulled her up, and lead her toward the figure of Osiris "Don't mention Isis until I've killed something" came her grumble, as respectful as she could before before nighttime had fallen. More unrecognizable mutters fell from her maw. Pelt would be given a shake and goldens glanced about landing on the forms of the two others. Muscles stretched, each leg in turn being straightened. Sunlight stabbed at her, and she almost winced. Night was so much more comfortable. Floors were cool beneath pads, and haunches lowered near the entrance of the sleep room. "Well, you've got us up now whats the problem you can't fix on your own?" grin cracked upon features, not to soften the insult, just to congratulate herself a bit. He seemed not to be in the greatest of moods at the moment, and testing him might not have been a smart choice. Whoever said Morta was a smart one? Sharp and cunning perhaps, but common sense was something severely lacking.
Salmon appendage swept across muzzle, which in fact was still streaked with crimson liquid. Arieanna's comment would reach her attention, and sneer would take the place of the grin that had rested their moments before. "A show off Huh? Eager to impress are we?" Banner twitched behind her, she was doing good this morning. well, whatever time it was...
Her rather short attention span wandered at this, then returned to Orsiris. She did wonder why he seemed so cross, maybe he just wanted them up.. However she wasn't going to ask. And she Wasn't going to apologize for sleeping in. Gallivanting across the jungle all night, she deserved at least a little time to sleep.
Just then she actually paused to listen to what Arieanna had said, and she actually paid attention to the following events. Perhaps she'd get to beat someone up a bit. She ignored the fact that Arieanna addressed Osiris as "sire" taking the respect thing a little to far. It made her think of Col, and that made her a bit annoyed. Don't get to close to me girl , I might just accidentally bite your ear off. She tried to focus though, she really did....well, as hard as Morta ever tried.
{Not my best post, but I love Morta}
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