Post by Khar on Apr 19, 2007 19:53:51 GMT -5
Mind to all whom care: Khar is not a name have created out of Khaze(I think that's what it was)or out of any other like names. This is very dear to me and I made her back when I began role play, so don't put my wolf down as a copy. Also, please please don't ask me to change her, it makes me teary eyed to do something like that to my first wolf
Name:
Khar
Age:
3yrs
Gender:
she-wolf
Appearance:
Khar is a tall well built wolf with large wolf paws. About 29in. to the shoulder. Her head is most alway held high with dignity and poise. She has fierce blue eyes that go well with her ash black pelt. Her body is lithe and holds a white blotch on her chest. The blotch is a perfect circle that almost covers her whole chest. She loves water and has a pelt that has almost water proofed itself as she is always welcome to a nice swim.
Her sturdy yet light durable build makes her high ranked in the endurance department. Her paws make running on ice a breeze but she still slips here and there, most of the time she catches herself though. Her nails are of normal lenght. Over all she's just a normal wolf.
Personality:
Khar is a good natured wolf that has always been resourcful and good to have at your side. She is a smart wolf that knows how to get around. She is a sweet talker but is a born leader and will not let any man stand in the way of that. She is a wolf that is cunning and level headed. She could probably lead the wolf into the next century without a problem.
She isn't perfect though and has at times an attitude problem. She can get mad, especially if someone wont leave her alone. She is though very considerate and often gives more than just one chance. She dooesn't have any problem with pups and is welcome to other wolves in the pack having pups. When she's mad you know it and one look usually does the trick. In her free time she likes to get closer to her pack and act like just another member.
History:
She was born in a large dark den in the mountains where she would frollic in winter pastures with her brothers and sister. Her mother would often watch them or play with them. Khar's father with the rest of the pack would go hunting leaving the large litter with the wise old story teller. For hours they would sit and listen to her stories. The pack was about medium size, only nine wolves. The pack was mainly family, with her parents as the alphas. She had two brothers and a sister, then there were three others, the old story teller, her older brother, and the other female. For the longest time they hadn't known about her older brother and this female being mates...until the pups came. Her brothers name was Cumar and his mate was named Seddi, they had two puppies and they were about five months younger than Khar and her littermates.
On the first hunt her brother attack an angry bulls legs and was kicked into a boulder. He broke his back and died, this was a tragic time and Khar for a long while didn't want to hunt or at least not mouse. She left her family when she was two, she figured she could take care of herself. She traveled for about three months of the year until she stumbled across the gorge. She was welcomed into the small pack by the elderly leader, and he for some reason took a great liking to her and asked her to be beta. So she took the spot, and then he died. This ment she was next for the spot of alpha. She vowed she would succeed him and lead the pack into the future.
When she first met the elderly leader her had to call a meeting about letting her in the pack because some were uncertain, but he had the overall say in the end. She was also thought of by the females in the pack and soon she was a favorite, except to the ones who had dissagreed about letting her stay here. The number was few though so she was soon just another wolf in the delta. At this time she was about 2 1/2years old. Then she left one day, she had decided her faith was not to lay in this pack but else where beyond the deepest rivers an thickest forest and off she traveled. Into the unknown once more in her life to find some place to just be.
Sample RP:
Silent tall black shape, large paws, thick black fur with one white spot on the chest, it was a wolf. A fit young fea moved across the land, she was born with the power to move about silently which was generally very good. Becuase of her power she was usually a good wolf to have on a hunt becuase the prey wouildn't hear her coming. Her paws brushed just above the cold ground and her ears were pricked to hear every little sound. She stepped with tender paws and her breath was going at a slow calm pace. Now she saw it, she beast she was hunting...a squirrel.
She saw is scuffling benieth tree, half hidden in its roots. She ran at it, swift and quietly. Pouncing on it the squirrel tried to run, squeeking with fear. She had its fuzzy tail pinned to the ground and almost lost it. She broke the small creatures little fragile neck bones and ate it. She was a good wolf and didn't much care for killing but she had to eat and by killing off one of thousands, probably millions of squirrels she saw no harm in that.
Now she was licking the last scent of prey from her black lips and looking around. She stood up and started for the other side of the forest. Coming to a creek, she stopped and lapped at the cold clear liquid. The water feeling freshly refreshing to her lips. She then lie down by the slow moving water and put her head on her paws, heaving a sigh she closed her pools which housed a soft blue liquid. She soon fell into her usual sweet dreams, her ears twitching in her sleep and her nose just barely moving as well.
She woke to a robins call. It was bright, all around her light streamed through the trees and hit the cold earth to warm it. Light hit where she was and thus her back was warm. It felt good but where she tried to get up she found her muscles had cramped uncomfortably in her sleep. She moved stiffly now, sometimes her stepped muted with a sharp pain from moving a muscle the wrong way. She made her way away from the creek and on through the wooded land. The canopy above showing no sign of thinnning to her. Then she came to a water fall. It was to say one of the most beautiful sights she could have seen.
The trees stopped at the water edge and opened to the river that led off into the black. The pool of water was clear and rippled lightly from the water that spilled from the water fall. The light made it look like it was filled with crystals and she dazzled at the sight. Khar was now in a sentual somewhat unreal, fairy tail like world. She walked into the water and submerged her back. Keeping her head above she sat doan and half dozed in the calm refreshing waters. This was the life. She had the life and she loved it.
[/size][/color]Name:
Khar
Age:
3yrs
Gender:
she-wolf
Appearance:
Khar is a tall well built wolf with large wolf paws. About 29in. to the shoulder. Her head is most alway held high with dignity and poise. She has fierce blue eyes that go well with her ash black pelt. Her body is lithe and holds a white blotch on her chest. The blotch is a perfect circle that almost covers her whole chest. She loves water and has a pelt that has almost water proofed itself as she is always welcome to a nice swim.
Her sturdy yet light durable build makes her high ranked in the endurance department. Her paws make running on ice a breeze but she still slips here and there, most of the time she catches herself though. Her nails are of normal lenght. Over all she's just a normal wolf.
Personality:
Khar is a good natured wolf that has always been resourcful and good to have at your side. She is a smart wolf that knows how to get around. She is a sweet talker but is a born leader and will not let any man stand in the way of that. She is a wolf that is cunning and level headed. She could probably lead the wolf into the next century without a problem.
She isn't perfect though and has at times an attitude problem. She can get mad, especially if someone wont leave her alone. She is though very considerate and often gives more than just one chance. She dooesn't have any problem with pups and is welcome to other wolves in the pack having pups. When she's mad you know it and one look usually does the trick. In her free time she likes to get closer to her pack and act like just another member.
History:
She was born in a large dark den in the mountains where she would frollic in winter pastures with her brothers and sister. Her mother would often watch them or play with them. Khar's father with the rest of the pack would go hunting leaving the large litter with the wise old story teller. For hours they would sit and listen to her stories. The pack was about medium size, only nine wolves. The pack was mainly family, with her parents as the alphas. She had two brothers and a sister, then there were three others, the old story teller, her older brother, and the other female. For the longest time they hadn't known about her older brother and this female being mates...until the pups came. Her brothers name was Cumar and his mate was named Seddi, they had two puppies and they were about five months younger than Khar and her littermates.
On the first hunt her brother attack an angry bulls legs and was kicked into a boulder. He broke his back and died, this was a tragic time and Khar for a long while didn't want to hunt or at least not mouse. She left her family when she was two, she figured she could take care of herself. She traveled for about three months of the year until she stumbled across the gorge. She was welcomed into the small pack by the elderly leader, and he for some reason took a great liking to her and asked her to be beta. So she took the spot, and then he died. This ment she was next for the spot of alpha. She vowed she would succeed him and lead the pack into the future.
When she first met the elderly leader her had to call a meeting about letting her in the pack because some were uncertain, but he had the overall say in the end. She was also thought of by the females in the pack and soon she was a favorite, except to the ones who had dissagreed about letting her stay here. The number was few though so she was soon just another wolf in the delta. At this time she was about 2 1/2years old. Then she left one day, she had decided her faith was not to lay in this pack but else where beyond the deepest rivers an thickest forest and off she traveled. Into the unknown once more in her life to find some place to just be.
Sample RP:
Silent tall black shape, large paws, thick black fur with one white spot on the chest, it was a wolf. A fit young fea moved across the land, she was born with the power to move about silently which was generally very good. Becuase of her power she was usually a good wolf to have on a hunt becuase the prey wouildn't hear her coming. Her paws brushed just above the cold ground and her ears were pricked to hear every little sound. She stepped with tender paws and her breath was going at a slow calm pace. Now she saw it, she beast she was hunting...a squirrel.
She saw is scuffling benieth tree, half hidden in its roots. She ran at it, swift and quietly. Pouncing on it the squirrel tried to run, squeeking with fear. She had its fuzzy tail pinned to the ground and almost lost it. She broke the small creatures little fragile neck bones and ate it. She was a good wolf and didn't much care for killing but she had to eat and by killing off one of thousands, probably millions of squirrels she saw no harm in that.
Now she was licking the last scent of prey from her black lips and looking around. She stood up and started for the other side of the forest. Coming to a creek, she stopped and lapped at the cold clear liquid. The water feeling freshly refreshing to her lips. She then lie down by the slow moving water and put her head on her paws, heaving a sigh she closed her pools which housed a soft blue liquid. She soon fell into her usual sweet dreams, her ears twitching in her sleep and her nose just barely moving as well.
She woke to a robins call. It was bright, all around her light streamed through the trees and hit the cold earth to warm it. Light hit where she was and thus her back was warm. It felt good but where she tried to get up she found her muscles had cramped uncomfortably in her sleep. She moved stiffly now, sometimes her stepped muted with a sharp pain from moving a muscle the wrong way. She made her way away from the creek and on through the wooded land. The canopy above showing no sign of thinnning to her. Then she came to a water fall. It was to say one of the most beautiful sights she could have seen.
The trees stopped at the water edge and opened to the river that led off into the black. The pool of water was clear and rippled lightly from the water that spilled from the water fall. The light made it look like it was filled with crystals and she dazzled at the sight. Khar was now in a sentual somewhat unreal, fairy tail like world. She walked into the water and submerged her back. Keeping her head above she sat doan and half dozed in the calm refreshing waters. This was the life. She had the life and she loved it.
