Watch the MoonRise

Subject: Watch the MoonRise Wed Feb 04, 2009 1:13 pm

ooc: Sorry a little large but I will only post it once.

Name: MoonRise.
Age: Two.
Breed: Timber wolf and Border collie mix.
Gender: Female.
Parents: Arrow and Storm Voice.
Siblings: Jasper.
Mate: None.
Offspring: None.
Pack: None.
Rank: Loner.

MoonRise had tired of the simple life she had in her parents pack. She wanted excitment, adventrue. But she didn't want to do it alone, she wished someone by her side. Maybe a mate but a friend would be nice. She stood by a lake and looked out over the rippling waters. She was still small for a two year old but she figured it had to do with her dog side and she was afraid that that part of her most would walk away from. She sighed and sat as the moon slowly began to rise over the distant mountains.

Subject: Re: Watch the MoonRise Wed Feb 04, 2009 3:01 pm

Just copy and pasted from another thread, so excuse the butchered profile.
Reply will come sometime inbetween now and Sunday.
xx. Rose

Name: Lyzelle
Name Meaning: Unknown
Alias: Too many, and not enough.
Gender: Female
Breed: Side-striped Jackal
Height: 20 inches at the shoulder
Length: 30 inches between head and body, and an additional 16 inches in tail length.
Weight: 25 pounds
Fur Description: With a stride that could break any dancer's heart, and the smooth, melodic voice of an elven princess kissed with a faint accent of the French, Lyzelle sways through life with an air of both witty realism and profound eccentricity. Her very semblance radiates an atmosphere of the fantastic. Unusual she may be, but harsh to the gaze of an onlooker, she is anything but. Lyzelle's eyes, varnished a brilliant, flamboyant violet, clash wildly with the vibrant gold of her upper pelt. This precise splash of ochre drips articulately into a soft, modest undertone of golden tawny, which climbs up her chest and coats her belly in gentle, short curls. She is painted much like a coyote, with soft lines of coppery brown and somber dirty blond eating its way persuasively into the dominance of the electric yellow, a serpent between the sheets of countenance.
Eye Description: Lyzelle's eyes are varnished a brilliant, flamboyant violet and set more forward than back in her sharply cut face. Rimmed in an egyptian's ebony style, they influence the on-looker to think back to eastern roots, as if the elegant almond shape is somehow humanesque.
Build: "She was young, with dazzling, mischievous eyes and a countenance of the strangest kind. Her grins were fleeting, touched with a nefarious curve. I was careful of her tricks, but entranced by her odd charisma. It seemed that with every devilish word, every fluid movement, a ribbon of smoke followed, dripping from her lips with velveteen ease. I never doubted that, despite her seemingly fragile curves and fox-like features, she could do away with me in an instant, if she so chose.

Her build, however, highly commemorates the sleekness of a grown mother fox, her strong legs and slender upper body fit for quick, graceful movement and swift activity. She is more petite than many of her kin, with sharp, defined facial features and a quite lucid, cunning grin, as if she knows more than she lets on. She carries an extremely robust presence, both in looks and personality. Despite being very striking at first glance, there is a certain gentle femininity about Lyzelle that is both captivating and intimidating, and her charm is clear in both her attitude and mannerisms.

Position: -This will be where your rank is determined, so don't fill this out yet, but when you receive your rank, then you can edit your post and fill this in.-
Personality: "She was dominant but persuasive, her thoughts both childish and horribly clever. She had idealism that no demon could ever imagine, desires that would make even the hardest of us tremble with surprise. She appeared so innocent, so virgin to any wrong-doing, that I was sure she was bluffing. But then she grinned toothily at me, winking a vibrant violet eye, and my bravery and doubts in her vanished like spiders in the night. I could only guess the number of knives she hid in her boots and up her skirts, and I was sure she knew better than anyone how to use them."

Unique, and with a flourish of the strange, Lyzelle brings countenance to the idealism of the artistic woman. She is never the same person twice, her moods as inconstant and spontaneous as a thunderstorm. A novel character, plagued by a touch of wanderlust, she finds making decisions both trifling and unnecessary, often maneuvering situations so expertly that the need for choices never arises. True to her species she has a largely inquisitive nature, and commonly follows this sense of curiosity quite willingly. She also has a great loathing for the trite and unexceptional, sometimes simply sauntering abruptly off if she finds an individual particularly lacking in flare or quirk. She has a profound adoration for color and things pleasing to the eye, and being a nimble thief and silver-tongued liar, she'll often take whatever treasures there are to be had, no matter the owner. She will go to any lengths to satiate her hunger for the uncommon, and though she does occasionally make jabs at being particularly and ruthlessly difficult to relate to, she is a manipulator at heart.

Brutality and harshness are not Lyzelle's way. She acts rashly, too true, but her actions always have vague plan and half-formed idealism of outcome. Death is not a game in which she plays often, as she finds it cowardly to simply off your enemies, rather than prove you to be the greater creature. Her temper is mild and rather difficult to arouse, as she is often in the practice of instigating it in others. Her anger is fleeting, and grudges are scarce and few. She finds that life is a thrill if you act on emotional impulse, but it can lead to dire, highly unpleasant consequences, and is quite careful about how she conducts her angst when and if it arises. She prefers settling disputes in games of wit and daring rather than brutal throw downs, as they often both turn out badly, as she is quick but small, and they have become boring for her since early childhood. This, however, does not name her useless in the field of physical combat. She can dance with tooth and nail and swift and deftly as any swordsman, using unpredictability and cunning tact to size the weaknesses of her opponent.

Still, Lyzelle is a gypsy is every aspect of the word, and her greatest desire is to gather a band of the odd and useful to cross Hell and spread anarchy and chaos wherever they can. She has dipped her finger into almost every art you can name, and found success in just as many. Though Lyzelle's greatest flaw is perhaps her habitual dishonesty, it is a more dire tool than you can imagine. Lyzelle's understanding of psyche outmatches many of her age and experience. She would sooner slip a knife between your ribs than tell you the full and honest truth.

Brief History: -This doesn't need to be filled out til we determine a basic history of the entire hunting pack, like where they came from and why they're loose. Presumably, they're owned by humans and got loose, or worse, they killed their humans and ran off. Don't fill this out yet.-

» EVERYONE WATCH THIS....ooooh double rainbow!