Post by Alex on Jun 16, 2008 1:40:56 GMT -5
Okay, I know this is asking for a lot, so maybe this acceptance could be a gift for me makeing the area pictures; (which will be on a reply to this post, btw. 
) If you don't want me to be in two high ranking spots, thats fine. ;D
Name: Jillian
Pack/Tribe: Kanaran
Age: 25 Moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Beta (<3)
Picture:
Description: On a cloak of cocoa, creamy grey is splattered among her coat. Unintentionaly, her markings are sloppy and wild. She had her fur died while she was too young to sit back and be still, so naturally, when a new, thick, ivory water was placed before her, she leaped all over it, making a mess of her coat, permanently.
Tattoos/Special Markings: Her tattoo is strange and alien, consisting of three circles, one transperant and red, layered below it is a solid blue color, and mixing between the two are purple. Atop all of these colors, a tiny green circle is meshed. It has some kind of messege, but ofcourse it was left to her to figure it out.
Personality: Jillian is loud and spunky with a lot of spring in her step. She can be a little obnoxious, but she speaks her mind. Though she can sometimes hurt some feelings in her truthful analasis, she has no bad intentions.
She can be snappy and saucy, and even a little whiney, but she never means bad by it. It is in her blood and in her heart to want everything. She is demanding and rambunctious, but she can put her skills to work in working with the pack in times of panic and chaos.
Beyond her bratty actions, she is a very optomistic and wise wolf. She can plan strategies and work well in groups, makeing her ideal as Razes' shadow.
History: Jillian grew up in the Kanaran, and was only a pup when the Kavari attacked the first time. This memory gelled in her mind over the years and eventually created a hatred for the Maotu. She had been ambitious for her life but she never expected to be as powerful as a beta.
The idea greeted her when she was around two and she was good friends with the current beta. He was an ageing Kanaran and he was non-hesitant to share his experiance with any listening ears.
Though most of the wolves gave him a deaf ear, Jillian befriended him and she learned a lot she needed to know from him, though his calm nature never really rubbed off.
Other Important Information: She loves pups, but is scared of any males she cannot fully trust.
Role-Play Example: (Note that this plot is not rellivent to anything.)
As the pack thundered through the decidous forest of the neighboring pack, Jillian raced on, determined in her attempt to defeat the Senyas. She was considerably larger than most of them, due to her blood-line, and stronger than any Senya, but slower and a bit duller than them at the same time.
Their camp was on the foggy horizion of morning, and as the sun rose, so did her hopes of gaining new land. Approching a strong scent mark, she called her troops to a hault. She looked back at them, so strong and determined. Their tongues lolled in determination and their eyes were slits in the mornings' eerie cloud of battle that clouded over them.
"We all know the plan; Miyax, you go off to the left by the rocks on the river, catch any that try to flee." She ordered them with audacity and strength in her voice.
"Denali, you go to the south of the camp. Slink down and don't go untill give the signal. Same with you two, go off and spread around the pack. You, Feanai, get to the top of the plateau, don't leap on anyone untill I give the signal." Nodding and grining in her plotting experteise, she continued to give off orders, surrounding the camp.
One of the most witty and snappy wolves, Galla, demanded Jillian. "So what are you going to do, sit around and watch us do the dirty work for you?"
Growling with anger, Jillian snarled in her face a venomous : "I will go behind the waterfall, their secret escape. No doubt the alpha will try and sneak away. I'll take care of him. Now you, Galla, you can go onto the side of the cliff and wait."
The wolves spralled out in her command and waited for the morning sky to come, when they would seige the Senya Camp.
) If you don't want me to be in two high ranking spots, thats fine. ;DName: Jillian
Pack/Tribe: Kanaran
Age: 25 Moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Beta (<3)
Picture:
Description: On a cloak of cocoa, creamy grey is splattered among her coat. Unintentionaly, her markings are sloppy and wild. She had her fur died while she was too young to sit back and be still, so naturally, when a new, thick, ivory water was placed before her, she leaped all over it, making a mess of her coat, permanently.
Tattoos/Special Markings: Her tattoo is strange and alien, consisting of three circles, one transperant and red, layered below it is a solid blue color, and mixing between the two are purple. Atop all of these colors, a tiny green circle is meshed. It has some kind of messege, but ofcourse it was left to her to figure it out.
Personality: Jillian is loud and spunky with a lot of spring in her step. She can be a little obnoxious, but she speaks her mind. Though she can sometimes hurt some feelings in her truthful analasis, she has no bad intentions.
She can be snappy and saucy, and even a little whiney, but she never means bad by it. It is in her blood and in her heart to want everything. She is demanding and rambunctious, but she can put her skills to work in working with the pack in times of panic and chaos.
Beyond her bratty actions, she is a very optomistic and wise wolf. She can plan strategies and work well in groups, makeing her ideal as Razes' shadow.
History: Jillian grew up in the Kanaran, and was only a pup when the Kavari attacked the first time. This memory gelled in her mind over the years and eventually created a hatred for the Maotu. She had been ambitious for her life but she never expected to be as powerful as a beta.
The idea greeted her when she was around two and she was good friends with the current beta. He was an ageing Kanaran and he was non-hesitant to share his experiance with any listening ears.
Though most of the wolves gave him a deaf ear, Jillian befriended him and she learned a lot she needed to know from him, though his calm nature never really rubbed off.
Other Important Information: She loves pups, but is scared of any males she cannot fully trust.
Role-Play Example: (Note that this plot is not rellivent to anything.)
As the pack thundered through the decidous forest of the neighboring pack, Jillian raced on, determined in her attempt to defeat the Senyas. She was considerably larger than most of them, due to her blood-line, and stronger than any Senya, but slower and a bit duller than them at the same time.
Their camp was on the foggy horizion of morning, and as the sun rose, so did her hopes of gaining new land. Approching a strong scent mark, she called her troops to a hault. She looked back at them, so strong and determined. Their tongues lolled in determination and their eyes were slits in the mornings' eerie cloud of battle that clouded over them.
"We all know the plan; Miyax, you go off to the left by the rocks on the river, catch any that try to flee." She ordered them with audacity and strength in her voice.
"Denali, you go to the south of the camp. Slink down and don't go untill give the signal. Same with you two, go off and spread around the pack. You, Feanai, get to the top of the plateau, don't leap on anyone untill I give the signal." Nodding and grining in her plotting experteise, she continued to give off orders, surrounding the camp.
One of the most witty and snappy wolves, Galla, demanded Jillian. "So what are you going to do, sit around and watch us do the dirty work for you?"
Growling with anger, Jillian snarled in her face a venomous : "I will go behind the waterfall, their secret escape. No doubt the alpha will try and sneak away. I'll take care of him. Now you, Galla, you can go onto the side of the cliff and wait."
The wolves spralled out in her command and waited for the morning sky to come, when they would seige the Senya Camp.
*glomp* Thankyouthankyouthankyou!
