Post by Waltz on Jun 3, 2010 10:14:00 GMT -5
[/font][/right][/size]XX. Serial Cluckos
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Age:
5 years old
My Gender:
Female
I Am A Member Of The:
The United Pack
I Uphold The Rank Of:
Alpha Female[Wishful thinking]
XX. Information
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Appearance(50 words minimum):
Serial isn't the most gorgeous wolf alive, far from it. Her build is large, her shoulder height being at 30 inches. Her muscles are toned, and her feet are slightly large. She weighs close to 95 lbs. Her weight is normal for her size, as her metabolism makes up for seemingly largeness.
Serial's breed is believed to be a mixture of Siberian Husky and Gray Wolf. Her coat shows for it, with it's black and white colors and her eyes shining like blue dots in a sea of white. Her fur is rather thick and tends to puff out, making Serial look chunkier than she really is. She likes it though, preferring thick fur over thin fur.
What makes Serial unattractive compared to others, is all of her scars. There are small ones and large ones, all varying in size. One noticeable scar is on her head – mostly her ear. She's missing her left ear from her head, only keeping her last available one. Her left ear was lost during a brutal fight, and it was damaged to where she couldn't hear out of it. So yes, Serial is deaf in her stump of an ear.
Personality(150 words):
Serial is quite the peculiar character. She is fairly normal in one sense. She's friendly to most, but not necessarily cheerful. She knows her manners, and uses them quite well. This gives her a respectable and fairly pleasant air to her persona. When one knows her well enough, she becomes more open and playful than with others. But, she also has her negative sides. She can be grouchy in the morning when the sun is just rising, and is considered a bit vain. Though, this isn't what makes her different.
Serial has weird habits, among more normal ones. She tends to talk with her own slang, and sometimes slurs words when speaking. Her body is either relaxed or tense, never loose and playful. The most bizarre part of her, is that she will chew on flowers and other plans. She doesn't eat them either, just spits them out after about an hour of chewing on one to start again with a fresh one. When asked why she does so, she just shrugs and replies with an, “I don't know, habit I guess.”
History:
Serial led a pretty normal life, starting from when she was born. Her parents were of The United Pack, so she was automatically one of that pack. She had no siblings to play with, and was born with older parents. They tried to mature her fast, not liking an immature pup. It worked, and she started to socialize with older wolves than those around her own age.
At around age two, Serial began showing signs of wanting higher power. She was determined, that one day, she'd be the Alpha of her pack. She'd rule over the pack, and no one could tell her what to do. Thus, Serial was a loyal wolf to her pack, and did what her Alpha said. This soon earned her a higher position in the pack, when she aged to three years.
As Serial neared four years of age, she knew it was her time to become Alpha. She had been training for this moment all her life, and wouldn't give it up easily. Since her Alpha was growing old and tiresome, he gave Serial what she had wanted all her life. As the rank of Alpha was given to her, passed down from her Alpha, all she could think about was it was her time to shine. Yes, Serial would make herself known to the world, not bluntly, but discretely.
Serial isn't the most gorgeous wolf alive, far from it. Her build is large, her shoulder height being at 30 inches. Her muscles are toned, and her feet are slightly large. She weighs close to 95 lbs. Her weight is normal for her size, as her metabolism makes up for seemingly largeness.
Serial's breed is believed to be a mixture of Siberian Husky and Gray Wolf. Her coat shows for it, with it's black and white colors and her eyes shining like blue dots in a sea of white. Her fur is rather thick and tends to puff out, making Serial look chunkier than she really is. She likes it though, preferring thick fur over thin fur.
What makes Serial unattractive compared to others, is all of her scars. There are small ones and large ones, all varying in size. One noticeable scar is on her head – mostly her ear. She's missing her left ear from her head, only keeping her last available one. Her left ear was lost during a brutal fight, and it was damaged to where she couldn't hear out of it. So yes, Serial is deaf in her stump of an ear.
Personality(150 words):
Serial is quite the peculiar character. She is fairly normal in one sense. She's friendly to most, but not necessarily cheerful. She knows her manners, and uses them quite well. This gives her a respectable and fairly pleasant air to her persona. When one knows her well enough, she becomes more open and playful than with others. But, she also has her negative sides. She can be grouchy in the morning when the sun is just rising, and is considered a bit vain. Though, this isn't what makes her different.
Serial has weird habits, among more normal ones. She tends to talk with her own slang, and sometimes slurs words when speaking. Her body is either relaxed or tense, never loose and playful. The most bizarre part of her, is that she will chew on flowers and other plans. She doesn't eat them either, just spits them out after about an hour of chewing on one to start again with a fresh one. When asked why she does so, she just shrugs and replies with an, “I don't know, habit I guess.”
History:
Serial led a pretty normal life, starting from when she was born. Her parents were of The United Pack, so she was automatically one of that pack. She had no siblings to play with, and was born with older parents. They tried to mature her fast, not liking an immature pup. It worked, and she started to socialize with older wolves than those around her own age.
At around age two, Serial began showing signs of wanting higher power. She was determined, that one day, she'd be the Alpha of her pack. She'd rule over the pack, and no one could tell her what to do. Thus, Serial was a loyal wolf to her pack, and did what her Alpha said. This soon earned her a higher position in the pack, when she aged to three years.
As Serial neared four years of age, she knew it was her time to become Alpha. She had been training for this moment all her life, and wouldn't give it up easily. Since her Alpha was growing old and tiresome, he gave Serial what she had wanted all her life. As the rank of Alpha was given to her, passed down from her Alpha, all she could think about was it was her time to shine. Yes, Serial would make herself known to the world, not bluntly, but discretely.
XX. A Little Extra
Likes:
Dislikes:
RP Sample:
Things were never simple. How could they be? It seemed that life just wanted people to suffer by it's own hands. It can give you ups and then give you the horrid downs. Cruel, isn't it?
Clair sighed inwardly. How could this have happened to her? One moment she was unlocking the door to her apartment, and the next she was shot by a thief who had apparently wanted her money. The thought made her snort. As if she had any. With her low paying job, she had a hard time making ends meat. Sometimes, she just wished that she was rich. Then maybe she could sneer in the robbers face and have her security at her mansion kick him out. She smiled. That would be nice.
The reality came back to her. She was still laying in the hospital bed, with her shot wound wrapped up. It hurt like hell, but she didn't care at the moment. She did care about who was in front of her, though. It was her bank accountant, Greg.
Greg frowned, his eyes holding no remorse for what he was about to say. He didn't care much at all. It wasn't his problem, and so he shouldn't have to worry or fret over Clair's problem. He put his briefcase down on a small table in front of himself and opened it. He never took his eyes off of Clair, not wanting to miss one ounce of her fear and pain. Yes, you could call him sadistic, but really he just liked seeing people in pain. It gave him joy, and completed his life. Licking his chapped lips once, he spoke in his plain, monotone voice. He wasn't going to beat around the bush with her. “Ms. Clair, your account has been charged with thousands of dollars worth of money. Now, you don't have the money to repay this automatically. This puts you in debt.” His eyes sparkled when he saw Clair frown. “I'm not sure if this was your own doing, or someone other than you and frankly, I don't care. If you don't repay this debt of $10,000 in the next month, you won't be able to make your payments on your house – which will then be bank owned – or any of your bills.” He took one last shuddering breath as his excitement grew. “I'm so sorry to say, but you're broke.” Sarcasm dripped off his sentence and onto the floor.
Clair blinked for a moment, taking it all in. Wow, so she was finally broke and had no way out. Her family wouldn't help her pay it off, since they hated her. Her friends wouldn't help, since she had none. Fuck. That was the only word that went through her mind. Now what was she supposed to do? Hell, she could be homeless in the next month or so! Clair blinked back her tears, her emotions building up. The bullet should have hit an artery, or better yet, her heart. She wouldn't have to go through this, and would be in whichever heaven actually existed.
“What do I do now, Greg? I can't pay it all off, and I don't have anyone else who will help me.” She admitted. Clair never thought she'd have to say something to Greg about her problems, but it was now or never. She looked over to Greg, hoping he could save her from her problem.
Greg held back a grin. “I have no idea.”
- Good hunts
- Her rank
- Plants
- Evening
- Submissive canines
Dislikes:
- Canines who think they're better than herself
- Mornings
- Innocent lives being taken
- Loners
- Losing battles
RP Sample:
Things were never simple. How could they be? It seemed that life just wanted people to suffer by it's own hands. It can give you ups and then give you the horrid downs. Cruel, isn't it?
Clair sighed inwardly. How could this have happened to her? One moment she was unlocking the door to her apartment, and the next she was shot by a thief who had apparently wanted her money. The thought made her snort. As if she had any. With her low paying job, she had a hard time making ends meat. Sometimes, she just wished that she was rich. Then maybe she could sneer in the robbers face and have her security at her mansion kick him out. She smiled. That would be nice.
The reality came back to her. She was still laying in the hospital bed, with her shot wound wrapped up. It hurt like hell, but she didn't care at the moment. She did care about who was in front of her, though. It was her bank accountant, Greg.
Greg frowned, his eyes holding no remorse for what he was about to say. He didn't care much at all. It wasn't his problem, and so he shouldn't have to worry or fret over Clair's problem. He put his briefcase down on a small table in front of himself and opened it. He never took his eyes off of Clair, not wanting to miss one ounce of her fear and pain. Yes, you could call him sadistic, but really he just liked seeing people in pain. It gave him joy, and completed his life. Licking his chapped lips once, he spoke in his plain, monotone voice. He wasn't going to beat around the bush with her. “Ms. Clair, your account has been charged with thousands of dollars worth of money. Now, you don't have the money to repay this automatically. This puts you in debt.” His eyes sparkled when he saw Clair frown. “I'm not sure if this was your own doing, or someone other than you and frankly, I don't care. If you don't repay this debt of $10,000 in the next month, you won't be able to make your payments on your house – which will then be bank owned – or any of your bills.” He took one last shuddering breath as his excitement grew. “I'm so sorry to say, but you're broke.” Sarcasm dripped off his sentence and onto the floor.
Clair blinked for a moment, taking it all in. Wow, so she was finally broke and had no way out. Her family wouldn't help her pay it off, since they hated her. Her friends wouldn't help, since she had none. Fuck. That was the only word that went through her mind. Now what was she supposed to do? Hell, she could be homeless in the next month or so! Clair blinked back her tears, her emotions building up. The bullet should have hit an artery, or better yet, her heart. She wouldn't have to go through this, and would be in whichever heaven actually existed.
“What do I do now, Greg? I can't pay it all off, and I don't have anyone else who will help me.” She admitted. Clair never thought she'd have to say something to Greg about her problems, but it was now or never. She looked over to Greg, hoping he could save her from her problem.
Greg held back a grin. “I have no idea.”
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