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Post by AMITY on Apr 18, 2009 3:45:09 GMT
welcome to the world of wolves
Your Name/Alias :: lotus
Your Characters :: just Amity
Where did you find us? :: Stillwater. -prods first affiliate-
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Name :: amity
Alias :: i really hope you aren't that lazy
Age :: twenty, love.
four and a half in canine years
Gender :: female
Element :: ghost
Pack :: i'm saving myself for the right one. i guess you can call me a loner for now.
Rank :: aka none.just let yourself go with the flow
Appearance ::
she's pretty. who ever said the strange can't be attractive? huh? who? that's what i thought. anyway, she's part of the gray wolf species...one of the phases most uncommon. 'timber' wolf? no, no. she is mostly white, with a few streaks of dark gray over her pelt. mainly along her back, side, down her limbs and up her muzzle. along her cheeks are splashes of brown, somewhat faint. ears are leatherly soft...still quite fuzzy. heck, she is a gray wolf. they do have a good amount of fur on them. that being said, she has a thick pelt clinging to her slender figure. it can be a beast in the hot summer, but very welcoming at night. and her eyes? they are mixed, very out of place. one is deep auburn. the other is soft blue. not uncommon to have a wolf with two different colored eyes. it is a natural thing of...well, nature. some prefer two hues, but we all think she fits the oddity. she thinks so too. a firm, neat muzzle. not too long and not too short. her tail is long, slim and almost always constantly wagging. even if shes not content. she has the habit to nod, tilt or move her head. this betrays her emotions greatly. otherwise her eyes are a mask of swelling emotion.
Personality ::
amity is generally quite insane. her madness brought on by years of seeing ghosts and spirits has shaped her personality to a fine, unmoving cube. without acceptance along that road, she was driven inward and reverted back to a more childish way at looking at life. but do not doubt her intelligence. she is bright, a hidden genius behind all her phrases and jests. even if she doesn't act like it. hence the word 'hidden' before genius.
she is prone to random, sometimes even violent, mood swings. one moment she is quite sane, talking as regular as ever. the next she is ranting and raving, jumping up and down, pointing at things only she can see. the departed? a good part of it. her brain has grown so paranoid of seeing the images, even when she closes her eyes she can still see them lurking. in broad day or deepest night, her mind plays tricks on her. amity may have the 'ghost element', but even her fellow elementals cannot comprehend what she claims to see at times. they are not real objects, only figments of fear brought on by stress and illness. but low and behold, she does not help the situation. she does not act like a wolf 'should'. and who is to tell her what she should act like? she has no family, no friends, no familiar. stress is so much a part of her life that it overrides what should be placed in those positions. if she cannot handle something, her mind takes her to another world where she is a princess upon floating clouds...or a fierce warrior fighting dragons! or she just runs. either way.
another part of her personality is to always end in 'love', 'deary' or any other odd suffix, honor, etc. it matters not who she talks to. she also carries herself very free spirited, almost flirty and loose. she speaks when, how and what she wants...never thinking of the faults. she enjoys brief physical contact with other wolves, as if pressing against them is a confirmation that they are real, alive and not dead.
History ::
born in a small cluster of lone wolves, all brought together through relation. they stuck to the old ways, forgoing 'elements' even though they held them. their powers where something to be feared, death was to be feared and above all life was also to be feared. the wolves squashed their elemental powers, training hard in physical strength and never, ever talking about anything unnatural. so when dear Amity was born, a few things were wrong with the picture. one; she was naturally curious. two; her powers awoke so soon. three; the ghost element was never heard of in the little cluster. she was considered mad.
only her mother protected her, loved her when no one else would play or care for her. though the older wolf understood nothing about her daughter's special gift, she soon learned through Amity to embrace her own budding powers. the two would sneak out and Amity would watch her mother walk on water, laugh when she failed and roll around in the ponds and streams as the older wolf watched. but dear Amity had no mentor to her own element, having no contact with wolves that understood their own powers and how to use them...she was utterly alone. besides the shun of the cluster, her own mother's attempts at understanding, she had problems dealing with the element. one word; stalker. she had happened upon a spirit who was not quite done with this world, or just enjoyed frightening those that could see it. apparently scaring Amity was one of those delights, for the spirit followed her everywhere. it did not help that this one was multilated upon death, ghostly blood sticking to its form and eyes gorged out. you get it. to a young pup, this was horrid. so when you see something that others cannot, and you run and scream and do all that...of course people think you crazy. especially when you yourself start to think yourself crazy. thus began Amity's maddening. she was positive, so positive, that only she could see these things...that something was wrong with her, that it was out to get her.
it increased dramatically when her beloved mother died, trying to chase off whatever was frightening her daughter. by now the older wolf was used to her daughter's outbursts and episodes, and finally she was going to admit to herself this was not an act; Amity really was being harassed by something vile. curled in a ball, Amity was screaming on the ground bloody murder while her mother ran around snapping and snarling at things she could not see or harm. there was a yelp. her mother slipped into a broad stream, swelling with the season's rainfall. she drowned, unable to control what little power over water she had while protecting her daughter. Amity had looked up to see her mother's body, ghostly figures standing around and...her own mother's spirit joining the rest. unable to cope with this, she ran from her home.
but a child, 'protected' from the world, the young wolf soon began to realize she was part of a larger way of life. she had no idea what the land was called, what packs where or how they worked, nor that wolves lived together in harmony with their gifts. still the spirits bothered her. always fearful she'd see her mother among their ranks, Amity just kept running from them. only one good thing came from the loner wolves and their old ways; survival. she learned how to hunt, fight and if needed she would kill. despite her twisted mind she sought a place to survive in Nevermore. who needs sanity?
Roleplay Sample ::
x-x i refuse to make one out of the blue just for this use. instead i am going to use one that i recently made on Stillwater.
so not to stretch the page, i shall use the code tool. x3oh, how could he describe it?
it was not a dash of freedom like so many would say. no, no! he liked his life. he liked waking up in the morning with the sun in his eyes, never truly being shielded by the drapes. he'd stretch, rolling over on his stomach to stare at the white ceiling with a contented purr. then he'd notice the bumps along the bed and look into the face of his owner sound asleep still. we couldn't have that! a quick pounce on her back, pressing his wet nose into her face made the human get up and get ready for the day. what? he needed his food and he needed his attention. but somehow he missed the snoring of his old companion, a rather odd dog to say the least, back 'home' in the city. ever since he was a kitten he could remember looking over the side of the bed and seeing that dog there, looking so much like himself yet with shorter fur. now she was with his owner's parents, living out her days without him. but he got all the treats now! his dash to the kitchen, his gobble of the food, a quick drink, playtime and his owner was off to school. and it was nearly noon. she wouldn't be back until 'six'. whatever that meant. good thing she put him outside like usual.
the house his owner received via family was one of the first built in Stillwater. renovated in the past two years to look more like a house, there was an upstairs and a basement now. also, there was a deck right by the sliding glass door near the kitchen. it was attached to the house, closed off and reclusive. the lawn surrounded the back, beyond that one could see the fence and other houses. his owner recently put up a wire fence on the open spaces in the deck. above there was a canopy and wood, so no animal could climb down or up. he was completely blocked in the spacious area, protected from harm or environment. rain or snow would be stopped. animals could only stare at the maine coon as he smirked from inside. best of all, the deck was perfect for shade and warmth. he had a blanket when it got cold. so yeah. he was pampered. but he liked it.
and as he was shepherded outside for the day, listened to his owner drive away, he sat and stared across the backyard. a rabbit had ventured out this morning. he instinctively crouched low, shooting his limbs out from beneath the wire fence and wiggled them fiercely. he'd been through this routine before. he'd struggle for a good half hour and give up to have a nap. not today. something above him gave a click, and he, not being prepared and unbalanced at the moment, was thrust forward as the door gave way. he yowled, hitting soft grass face first. great. that went so smoothly.
and the rabbit shot down its hole again. no plaything, he embarrassed himself and his shelter was not fool-proof anymore. the house cat looked up, around and quickly licked his chest a few times.
Nobody saw that. You're safe he thought, then added; Well, duh!
he made a face.
turning, his big plumed tail held straight in the air, he made his way back to the deck...only to stop on the steps with a sigh. he was...just...ugh...screw it.
"YAHOOOO!"
there he went, dashing across the grass as it tickled his tummy, and up half way the only tree in the yard before jumping down like a madman. he continued to zig-zag, rabbit-hop and run among places he hadn't before, sniffing here and there and looking up at the high fences on either side of his house. he tried to contain himself, but his paw pads itched for exploration. it was one day. just one day. then he'd go back to his shelter and look innocent. what was the harm? none! nothing! he had this whole space...he'd only seen the outside through the windows and fence. now he was free.
somewhat.
Other ::
• straight
• gray wolf
• ps; i suck at graphics
• i see people reading this application template xO
