Post by Mouser on Sept 6, 2011 0:59:16 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://i.imgur.com/9Cxxb.png'); width: 620px; height: 300px; border: #fff 1px dashed;] [/style][style=font-family: times; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 30px; color: #eef4f0;]& DATHNE `[/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 None Rank Loner Gender Female Age 3 ½ years MAYBE DEAR YOUR COLORS DON'T SHOW Fur Color Gray and white Eye Color Purple, bordered on both the inside and outside by a dark gold Scars None Appearance Dathne is a lithe female timber wolf, possessing a body of sharp lines and angles that is still somehow pleasing to the eye. Her coat is of a rather thin quality and poses problems during the extremely colder months, which tends to put her into a sort of hibernating, lethargic state. She is a mixture of gray and white, covered mostly on the upper portions of her body with a bright shade of gray with the white coating the undersides of her chin, stomach, legs, and tail. Her eyes are an odd mixture of purple and gold, with dark golden bands circling around the pupil and the outer edge, outlining the deep purple that rings through the center. AND YET IT ISN'T A SIN TO KILL THOSE YOU LOVE Power Type Interpretation Power Branch Weather and Dream Omen Interpretation Personality Dathne is a bit of a complicated sort. She can be very chatty usually, around new persons as well as those she has known for a while. What her conversations consist of, and how she goes about conversing, depends heavily on whether things around her are going to her liking or not. When things get out of her control and she doesn’t like it, her moods very quickly turns sour, and unless you’re someone she likes there’s little chance you’ll be spared from it. Getting on her good side, however, isn’t a very tricky thing to do as she gets along with most everyone, or at least forces herself to tolerate their company for as long as necessary. She’s a bit of a vain creature and takes however long she needs to keep herself well groomed and looking presentable. Though she envies those of a higher station than herself for their ability to command others to carry out their whims, she doesn’t envy them their responsibilities, and so doesn’t strive for great positions if there are others worthy enough to hold them. Despite her outward seeming friendliness, she’s a bit of a closed book, and will side step practically all questions regarding deeper details about herself, even to those she considers her closest companions if she feels it is necessary. Preferences Likes: Noise and the quiet, Being busy, Putting herself to good use, Others following her instruction/suggestions, Being able to relax and have fun with her friends after a good day’s work Dislikes: One big one - not knowing things or not seeing things coming Strengths/Weaknesses She can be very organized and systematic, though tends to become easily frazzled if something is out of place HOW IS THERE A PAST IF NO ONE REMEMBERS NO MORE Family Nandre (mother – deceased), Rivon (father – alive) Regrets None that she can think of Secret Ambitions To be less focused and driven and consider simpler things in life History Dathne wasn’t exactly a planned pup. She and her would-be siblings had been the product of a spur of the moment pairing between two very love struck wolves within a pack who knew very little about one another. Her mother was a sickly sort yet somehow managed to attract the attention of a well off male, possibly because she wanted and needed his protection to survive. The birth of their pups very nearly was her undoing, and for a few weeks after their birth she lived. Two of the four pups born were stillborn, and both Dathne and her sister struggled at the beginning to live. When the third pup died, leaving Dathne the sole surviving one from the litter, her mother passed away as well, leaving the two-week-old pup without someone to tend to it. Her father, knowing something must be done but lacking the means or the know how to care for such a young child, enlisted the help of his own cousin, requesting that she care for the child now that her own pups were nearly weaned. Begrudgingly, his cousin agreed, and Dathne was placed under her care, if it could truly be called that. With a busy father who didn’t know the first thing about child rearing, and second cousin reluctantly acting as a surrogate mother, the child was given a monstrous amount of freedom. It was quite enjoyable, though she learned very quickly that just because she lacked the parental guidance didn’t mean she had things better off than those with overprotective parents. While those pups tended to be on the more rebellious side, Dathne heeded the warnings and learned from the mistakes of others. She wasn’t entirely aware of the abilities of those within her pack, nor was she aware of the growing ability that lurked inside her. It happened quite by accident that she learned of it, traveling after silently observing the hunt of a few of her pack mates. She had noticed a peculiar spider sitting in its web, waiting and watching for its next meal. While at any other time she might not have thought twice about the little insect, a crack of thunder echoed from above, causing her to start and stare confusedly for a while. She scanned the darkening skies with a heavy sense of foreboding, feeling as if to return to the pack would bring about horrible things, though what she couldn’t entirely be certain of. Rather than go back, she ventured away, wandering where she felt more comfortable. The loneliness was tiresome and aggravating, but still she pushed on, figuring somewhere along the way she would feel a sense of right again. Through this constant search she found out about the second half of her gift. Like she did during the daylight hours, Dathne found herself running inside her dream. A great sense of uneasiness hung over her dream self, causing her to run with recklessness she normally wouldn’t have possessed. Only when the foliage suddenly disappeared to reveal a white plain, nothing but light and a cool sense of relief, did she stop, basking in the sense that filled her while her vision failed to provide her with any details. It was this day, after she had woken up, that she realized she was on the outskirts of a pack, one that would prove to be a welcome home to her for about a year. Restlessness filled her again, and so she took up wandering. Currently, she roams these lands, hoping to somehow find a place where she might fit in, be comfortable, and prosper in the long run. 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 , 7.5-8 notes , Looks like this. Loosely based off of a character in a book I’ve read with the same name [/style] |
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