Post by DANTALION on Jul 4, 2011 21:37:06 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;]& RUXANDRA KATRIJN SKAAS `[/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 Martyr Rank Pup (wants to be Fighter) Gender Female Age Ten Months* *Not of-age to have an ability, but I listed what she will have in the area below. MAYBE DEAR YOUR COLORS DON'T SHOW Fur Color gold-orange, darkens to black on spine. Eye Color grey Scars torn upper lip, small scars around left orbital bone, various other smaller injuries (healed) Appearance stocky and short at the shoulder, this female would have been a remarkable specimen had she not inherited her father's bulk. with a compact body and toned limbs, one would expect someone as small as herself to be quick and agile, however, this is not the case. her body is very masculine, and were it not for the curve of her hips, many would mistake her as such. the fur upon this wolf is a dark tan tone, but becomes a more saturated amalgamation of fiery golds, oranges, bright browns, and amber. the top of her body has a very pronounced darkening effect, with a black 'V' crossing over the top of her shoulders. (this: click! darker and without white) AND YET IT ISN'T A SIN TO KILL THOSE YOU LOVE Power Type Duplication Power Branch copy/absorb the power of other wolves. Personality aggressive, hot-headed, although not at all arrogant; ruxandra does not think she has immense power or good breeding to back up her behavior. in fact, she is somewhat meek when it comes to such things. the aggression comes across as passion, a violent fervor that powers her every action. the girl is eager to prove herself, and finds pleasure in the act of combat; even without any special abilities surfacing, ruxandra is confident in her physical prowess. she is very masculine in her behavior, a tomboy, and tends to ignore words of wisdom and experience the harships - taking the hard road - in order to make herself grow. Preferences what? uh. she's asexual, if thats what you mean. Strengths/Weaknesses eager, confident, physically fit, magically weak, noble, sometimes too trusting, a bit sexist against her own gender, afraid of change, ignorant of proper behavior, aggressive in action and blind to reason. HOW IS THERE A PAST IF NO ONE REMEMBERS NO MORE Family Evgeniy Skaas (father), Miorre Skaas (nee 'de Luscae), + various litters. Regrets never being close to her family, shunning her mother's teaching, abandoning her family. Secret Ambitions establish a family-oriented pack and dominate an area, become royalty, become powerful, make everyone the same (taking their powers to make herself strong and them powerless). History born to a pair of strangers, wolves wed together by families trying to make themselves better. with Miorre sold away (more or less) to an aging male, she was alive long enough to produce only one litter. that litter did not make it past the first few months of life, and so the girl was traded away - blamed for her ineptitude, her body's rejection of the old wolf, and the bad omen she brought to the pack. the girl was traded repeatedly, never kept for much longer than a season, because once she had a litter and things started going wrong, she was banished. when her last litter was born, she was an old woman; eager to impart knowledge to the few surviving children, to tell them of the horrors that life was readying them for. ruxandra was born and raised in a similar pack to her mother's origin. females were expected to be married-off at a young age, with males being trained in gladiator style militia, in efforts to create a force upon the world's edge. miorre would not allow this - she made her mate promise to keep her children safe, and though he held very little respect for her, he agreed. the woman raised her children as best she could while their friends were taken away - one by one, their time came, and soon ruxandra and her siblings were alone in the pack. she ignored her mother's teachings and stories, adamant that her view on the world was wrong. that there was nothing to be feared in this "marrying-off" business. then, her time came. with her mother's death coming just before her first year on Earth, ruxandra felt the first gloomy signs of loss. her father decided that with miorre gone, the agreement was invalid; so he sold off his daughters one by one, eager to buy himself a new wife and produce noteworthy heirs. ruxandra was given to a young male who held much esteem in a neighbouring pack - yet her fiery behavior, aggressive tenacity, and tendency to fight back made her a bit too hard for him to handle. she agreed to calm down and stay with him if he trained her to fight; with his agreement, life became harder. it was nothing she couldn't handle. they trained in secret, as the pack was very strict with it's rules - mirroring the odd values of her birth pack. they could only go over the basics before they were caught, and the male was punished; beheaded before ruxandra's eyes, just before she was cast out in to the wilderness. stories of her mother's life, her conception, the dealings and sneaking around - all of it played against her, and soon she was alone. the girl wandered in to a new land, lonely, powerless, and filled with a headstrong need to prove herself. 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 , Pfft idk. notes ,  [/style] |
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