Post by Shimoran on Jun 5, 2011 16:51:12 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2][style=background-image: url('http://i1046.photobucket.com/albums/b463/Miryon/Ambergrownup1-1.jpg'); width: 425px; height: 249px; border: #fff 1px dashed;] [/style][style=font-family: times; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 30px; color: #eef4f0;]SHIMORAN`[/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align:justify; width: 620px; line-height: 8px; color: #d2c9c6;]WE AINT EVER GONNA WIN BUT IT DON'T MEAN WE CAN'T TRY IT'S A LOSING BATTLE ALL THE WAY BUT IT'S WORTH THE CRY - - - - [/style] | |
| [atrb=width,440][style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 450px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #eaf0ec; color:#423c42;] AINT NO ROSES TO SEND ME TO THE MORGUE Pack Loner Rank N/A(Not Applicable) Gender Fae(Female) Age Four Years MAYBE DEAR YOUR COLORS DON'T SHOW Fur Color Amber/Red and blond Eye Color Stunning Azure(blue) Scars All over her pelt, mostly under the fluffy fur. Most noticeable is a long gash from her nose to the middle of her forehead. Appearance Shimoran is a large wolf, the size of a medium male, that is quite strong. Her build is quite muscular, suggesting that she is built specifically for hunting or fighting. The red female's pelt is fluffy, making her look fat. Her tail is fluffy too, and consists of her main colors; white/blond and amber/red. The fae has stunning ice blue orbs in her cranium that never miss a movement. Her chest is mainly white though her neck consists of the amber with tinges of red in its depth. Her underbelly, all the way to the inside of her thighs is a creamy blond. She has blond toes and red paws. Her paw pads are shaped, oddly, like hearts and have scars all over them. A particular paw, the right, has a scar that splits the pad diagonally. Making a gash in it. She is leggy, but not by much. AND YET IT ISN'T A SIN TO KILL THOSE YOU LOVE Power Type Appearance Power Branch Shape Shifting Personality Shimoran is a quick witted female with a snappy personality. She can be shy at first but once you get to know her she wont shut up. She is easy to annoy if you know what buttons to push. The fae is surprisingly kind and calm to pups and others if they don't bother her. She can be quite outgoing and sometimes annoying if you let her talk. She isn't fond of being told what to do but puts up with it if its from someone who is higher in the ranks than her though she wont make it a secret that she is opposed to it. She can be abrasive, quite often, but is kind if you allow her to be. Her kind side is rare to see, she is more abrasive and hard then kind. Preferences Likes:
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HOW IS THERE A PAST IF NO ONE REMEMBERS NO MORE Family none Regrets Only secret regrets. Secret Ambitions No important one. History Shimoran is the daughter of two dead alphas who lead a pack in a totally different land where peace has never been and never will be. She s the only surviving child of the alpha's who have been dead for a while. The fae was born in the dead of midnight in the middle of winter whilst a blizzard passed. She was the only pup to survive the cold. Her mother watched over her like a hawk looking for dinner. The female's story begins here, in the field when disaster struck: *&*Life Is Beautiful until It Dies*&* She crouched low, to the ground. Her chops open only enough to taste the air. She lunged, launching herself into the air. Her front paws landed, her back connected next; knocking the beast to the ground. She had hit the animal on the side. Shimoran clamped her teeth on the neck of the doe and waited, waited until it stopped kicking like a human child throwing a tantrum. It lay still when she finally let it go. The doe was small, more of a fawn really but it was still an adult compared to the newborns. The fae dragged the doe/fawn away from the light. From the open. She let out a bark like howl, telling the rest of the pack she had taken it down. A wolf stepped out, anger burned in his eyes. Shimoran had jumped before the others. She had disobeyed yet another rule. She padded home, happily and stopped at the entrance of the pack lands. Blood covered the floor and Shimoran stood still. Two wolves stood over two others. The fallen ones happened to be the red females parents. A flame of anger like no other shot through the fae and she ran forward... *&* I Am The Exiled*&* She whined softly as she limped away. She had been thrown off of the female by her own brother, the male who had killed their father. Shimoran had been given mercy from her brother but she had exiled herself. The fae lay down and watched, as wolves slaughtered each other. Her brother was on a rage. A rage like no other, she curled up in a tight ball and listened to the cries of mothers forced to die. The red wolf minded it not, she ignored it. That was until a small voice hit her ears. 'Shimoran! Mother. Please help.' The voice came from the small pup Shimoran had adopted as her own child. Her blue eyes shot to a black blob running away from her brother. Her paws carried her without her knowing. Her mind didnt realize it until she was on top of her elder sibling. "Don't touch her." Her voice was laced with venom. She glanced, stupidly, towards the pup who was already in the jaws of the female. The black child wiggled for freedom, begged for Shimoran to help... *&* Loyalty. It Is In My Blood But I Cant Follow A Murderer.*&* She looked at him, her brother who cried like a child, with flaming eyes. His mate lay at his feet, slaughtered by Shimoran herself. The black child quivered in fear under the red wolf. The fae watched her brother look up, hate burned in his eyes. He launched himself and Shimoran reacted in the wrong way. He went for the pup who let out a yell of fear as his jaws clamped on her neck. "NO!" The red female's voice was filled with anguish and in the end she was the only one in the family that walked away. She padded far away, her brother dead behind her. In her jaws was the twitching pup she had raised from birth. It was now on the brink of death. Shimoran lay in the weeds and curled up in a loose ball, her adopted child in the middle. *&* Death Makes Us Stronger When We Walk Away*&* Shimoran was four now, her child had vanished from her grasp two years ago. The red wolf padded in the unfamiliar lands alone. She was a loner and liked it this way. She stopped in the middle of the lands she had to become accustomed to and looked out before herself. Wolves were running before her eyes and then disappearing. The fae shrugged and made herself scarce in the eyes of them. She herself was no longer there. Stepping into the shadows her pelt would have stood out but she stepped so far into them that she was no longer there. She watched, her azure eyes landing on every movement. She would stay in the shadows until she felt the need not to be in them. That is the short story of the Red Fae. She is the murder, the exiled, the hated in her homelands. She hides in the shadows of these lands she does not know. She comes out of them only when they engulf the night. Only when the moonlight embraces her and speaks to her, telling her she did the right thing. LISTEN HIGH LISTEN LOW IF YOU'RE A GENIE LET IT SHOW BUT WISHES AINT WITH US NO MORE JUST ANOTHER URBAN LEGEND WE'LL NEVER EVER KNOW [/style] | [atrb=width,140][style=margin-top: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 140px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #eaf0ec; color:#423c42; text-align:center;] status , Done amazingness , 1,000-10 in my eyes. In reality she is 8-10 I suppose. notes , Hope you like her, I cut her history short so I hope you dont mind. Sorry if I'm not supposed to use the template that is provided. Thought I was supposed to. [/style] |
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