Post by Aristide on Aug 5, 2006 9:58:36 GMT -5
Name: Alita Storm (Alita)
Age: Currently four summers
Gender: fae
Pack: loner
Position: loner
Appearance: Alita’s coat is a white under base with a darkening silver the higher up her build you go. She has a white muzzle that flows down her chest, to her stomach and stops at the base of her tail. Above that it fades into a shining silver, threaded with black and white, and at the top, she has a faint black ‘dorsal stripe’. Her ears are bushy silver with black tips and her coat is sleek. She has muscles, but prefers agility and swiftness opposed to brute force. Her build is rather feminine, but not to skinny. Alita’s gait is free-flowing, smooth and proud, like her personality, and she holds herself with a certain air that tells she isn’t one to be messed with. She may be sweet and good-tempered on the outside, but if you really press the wrong button, she has some skills that will make you think twice about ever laying a paw on her again. She has a rich, warm voice, like, say, Liv Tyler? Alita isn't arrogant, but she is proud, and sometimes a bit naiive. But all in all, she's a good friend to have when you need it and a good warrior to fight beside.
Personality: Alita rarely lets her personality show. She is a Wanderer, a Gypsy, only coming into the thick of things when it concerns her. Deep down, she is kind and thoughtful, a dreamer, if you will. But she’s also tough. It takes a lot to earn her trust and sometimes it’ll never be gained. Alita always has to be moving, being a loner at heart. The elder of her pack said the only wolf that would ever be able to hold her down would be her one true love, but she has not found him yet and she’s thinks that she is not looking to say the least. She is noble, and won’t stand for injustice and crimes- that is when she will cut in and do her best to solve the problem. It’s one of her faults: she hasn’t learned yet that not everything is her problem to deal with. Alita is extremely sarcastic when she talks, which is rarely to begin with, even when her joking isn’t well received. A tough, rugged exterior blocks a heart that wants companionship and someone to love, even if she hasn’t quite figured it out yet. She may die a loner, but to her, it’s not a problem.
History: Alita Storm's name was given to her by her mother, alpha of a large and prosperous pack. She grew up in a pack that loved her, and she loved them, but happiness never lasts forever. At a time when Alita was just beginning to understand the world, her father and alpha of the pack was overtaken. The battle was quick and ended with Zanzibar leaving in shame, and the pack devestated. Alita was and forever will be haunted with the image of a blood-soaked white Zanzibar on a mountain overlooking his former pack, and then disappearing in the mists. Alita despised this new alpha. He was cold and cruel, relying on brute force and power as opposed to well-thought attacks and cunning. He abused her and her siblings, and she wouldn't obey: he was one mann she refused to live under.
Slowly, she began spending more and more time out by herself, breaking away from the bonds of her pack. Her mother was killed thru rabies and each of her sibling went off to find his or her own life. The last of her connections had finally left, and it was the land, only the familiar landmarks and smells that kept her there, if only rarely. Then, one day, the Alpha sliced her shoulder, and now that is white, pure, snowy white. It was the beginning for Alita. The beginning of the end. A fight broke out, and none came at the top. They both left each other, ashamed at the way it turned out. That night, she spent her sleep by the river, and was unsuspectinglly caught in a storm, and when she woke up, her pack was gone and she couldn't detect any scents.
So Alita became a loner, haunted by her past and the thought she was abandoned by her family to a cruel leader, but is now acustomed to the free life, and enjoying every moment. Alita is new to these lands, curiousity bubbling inside her. She wants to stay a Gypsy, but her heart really wants to settle down and find the true love everyone has been telling her about.
Age: Currently four summers
Gender: fae
Pack: loner
Position: loner
Appearance: Alita’s coat is a white under base with a darkening silver the higher up her build you go. She has a white muzzle that flows down her chest, to her stomach and stops at the base of her tail. Above that it fades into a shining silver, threaded with black and white, and at the top, she has a faint black ‘dorsal stripe’. Her ears are bushy silver with black tips and her coat is sleek. She has muscles, but prefers agility and swiftness opposed to brute force. Her build is rather feminine, but not to skinny. Alita’s gait is free-flowing, smooth and proud, like her personality, and she holds herself with a certain air that tells she isn’t one to be messed with. She may be sweet and good-tempered on the outside, but if you really press the wrong button, she has some skills that will make you think twice about ever laying a paw on her again. She has a rich, warm voice, like, say, Liv Tyler? Alita isn't arrogant, but she is proud, and sometimes a bit naiive. But all in all, she's a good friend to have when you need it and a good warrior to fight beside.
Personality: Alita rarely lets her personality show. She is a Wanderer, a Gypsy, only coming into the thick of things when it concerns her. Deep down, she is kind and thoughtful, a dreamer, if you will. But she’s also tough. It takes a lot to earn her trust and sometimes it’ll never be gained. Alita always has to be moving, being a loner at heart. The elder of her pack said the only wolf that would ever be able to hold her down would be her one true love, but she has not found him yet and she’s thinks that she is not looking to say the least. She is noble, and won’t stand for injustice and crimes- that is when she will cut in and do her best to solve the problem. It’s one of her faults: she hasn’t learned yet that not everything is her problem to deal with. Alita is extremely sarcastic when she talks, which is rarely to begin with, even when her joking isn’t well received. A tough, rugged exterior blocks a heart that wants companionship and someone to love, even if she hasn’t quite figured it out yet. She may die a loner, but to her, it’s not a problem.
History: Alita Storm's name was given to her by her mother, alpha of a large and prosperous pack. She grew up in a pack that loved her, and she loved them, but happiness never lasts forever. At a time when Alita was just beginning to understand the world, her father and alpha of the pack was overtaken. The battle was quick and ended with Zanzibar leaving in shame, and the pack devestated. Alita was and forever will be haunted with the image of a blood-soaked white Zanzibar on a mountain overlooking his former pack, and then disappearing in the mists. Alita despised this new alpha. He was cold and cruel, relying on brute force and power as opposed to well-thought attacks and cunning. He abused her and her siblings, and she wouldn't obey: he was one mann she refused to live under.
Slowly, she began spending more and more time out by herself, breaking away from the bonds of her pack. Her mother was killed thru rabies and each of her sibling went off to find his or her own life. The last of her connections had finally left, and it was the land, only the familiar landmarks and smells that kept her there, if only rarely. Then, one day, the Alpha sliced her shoulder, and now that is white, pure, snowy white. It was the beginning for Alita. The beginning of the end. A fight broke out, and none came at the top. They both left each other, ashamed at the way it turned out. That night, she spent her sleep by the river, and was unsuspectinglly caught in a storm, and when she woke up, her pack was gone and she couldn't detect any scents.
So Alita became a loner, haunted by her past and the thought she was abandoned by her family to a cruel leader, but is now acustomed to the free life, and enjoying every moment. Alita is new to these lands, curiousity bubbling inside her. She wants to stay a Gypsy, but her heart really wants to settle down and find the true love everyone has been telling her about.
