Post by fallon on Aug 30, 2007 2:41:44 GMT -5
Name: Fallon
Age: About two years
Gender: Fae
Species: Timber wolf
Pack: None
Appearance: Fallon is large for a Fae, though her long, fluffy fur adds to her brutish appearance. Her pelt consists of a deep, chocolate brown that fits nicely over her muscular [and slightly chunky] frame. Her tail is not much more than a stub, seeing as how it was bitten off while she was fleeing for her life [continued in history]. Her orbs switch from a warm olive green to more of a gray, depending on her mood and current surroundings. Her heavy build makes her more of the fighter-type and less of the stealthy, scout stereotype.
Personality: Were Fallon a human, she could very well be diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. She can be calm and content one minute, yet sometimes gets angry/annoyed at the slightest things. Her mood is usually an extreme, including frequent bouts of depression that seem to come on somewhat easily. To friends, she is sweet and usually forgiving even in harsh situations, though to enemies, she seems to hold infinite grudges and hatred. she has strong morals and tries to see things from both sides, though sometimes gets too caught up in herself to care.
History: Much like Larka's parents, Fallon's mother and father were constantly bickering. Her strong sense of pride and morals came from her father, while her choice to follow her heart, along with her stubbornness, was inherited from her mother.
Early one morning as her family slept, they were suddenly ambushed by members of the ruthless Balkar pack. Watching helplessly as her family fought in vain for their lives, Fallon fled into the forest and was soon followed by some of the dreaded Night Hunters. As they chased close behind her, one of them managed to bite off most of her beautiful tail, reducing it to a pathetic stub reminiscent of a herding dog's. Soon, they came upon the edge of the forest and Fallon was confronted with a cliff that plunged into freezing waters. Her choices- be devoured by the ravenous Balkar or plunge head-first into the Varg's biggest fear. Sensing her end was near either way, she took the plunge. The Balkar, figuring she was dead, went about their business and payed no mind to the drowning cub.
After managing to swim to shore, Fallon wandered as a Kerl using all that her parents and pack had taught her, and vowed revenge against the Balkar for what they have done to her and her family.
Age: About two years
Gender: Fae
Species: Timber wolf
Pack: None
Appearance: Fallon is large for a Fae, though her long, fluffy fur adds to her brutish appearance. Her pelt consists of a deep, chocolate brown that fits nicely over her muscular [and slightly chunky] frame. Her tail is not much more than a stub, seeing as how it was bitten off while she was fleeing for her life [continued in history]. Her orbs switch from a warm olive green to more of a gray, depending on her mood and current surroundings. Her heavy build makes her more of the fighter-type and less of the stealthy, scout stereotype.
Personality: Were Fallon a human, she could very well be diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. She can be calm and content one minute, yet sometimes gets angry/annoyed at the slightest things. Her mood is usually an extreme, including frequent bouts of depression that seem to come on somewhat easily. To friends, she is sweet and usually forgiving even in harsh situations, though to enemies, she seems to hold infinite grudges and hatred. she has strong morals and tries to see things from both sides, though sometimes gets too caught up in herself to care.
History: Much like Larka's parents, Fallon's mother and father were constantly bickering. Her strong sense of pride and morals came from her father, while her choice to follow her heart, along with her stubbornness, was inherited from her mother.
Early one morning as her family slept, they were suddenly ambushed by members of the ruthless Balkar pack. Watching helplessly as her family fought in vain for their lives, Fallon fled into the forest and was soon followed by some of the dreaded Night Hunters. As they chased close behind her, one of them managed to bite off most of her beautiful tail, reducing it to a pathetic stub reminiscent of a herding dog's. Soon, they came upon the edge of the forest and Fallon was confronted with a cliff that plunged into freezing waters. Her choices- be devoured by the ravenous Balkar or plunge head-first into the Varg's biggest fear. Sensing her end was near either way, she took the plunge. The Balkar, figuring she was dead, went about their business and payed no mind to the drowning cub.
After managing to swim to shore, Fallon wandered as a Kerl using all that her parents and pack had taught her, and vowed revenge against the Balkar for what they have done to her and her family.