Post by Riona Shea on Mar 28, 2009 23:45:21 GMT -5
Name: Riona (ree-oh-nah) Shea (shay)
Nickname:Shea
Meaning:[/color] Riona means "queen" is Irish, and Shea is "hawk" in Irish.
Age: Approximately a year.
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Pictures:
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Pelege:[/color]Her fur is somewhat oddly colored; the base is a sallow orange, as if a ruddy tan was left out in the sun for far too long. There are intermittent patches of a silvery gray, laced with bits of russet, leaving the impression of a calico cat with a dilute gene. The colors ripen when it comes to her head; her forehead is more ginger, though this fades to a dark gray around her eyes and the tufts of fur that encircle her cheeks. The underside of her muzzle and her throat are a pearly white. Her tail is the same shade of her bodice, though the very tip is near black.
Oculars: A deep amber, flecked with slate-colored shards. She has fanastic eyesight.
Physical: [/color]She's very thin, almost to the point where she looks emaciated, though this is both perpetual and natural, mainly because she was the runt of the litter and was always fighting for food. She's much shorter than the typical drappa, and her limbs make up the majority of her height. Lean and limber, she's built for speed. Her pelt, while it looks thin, is actually rather thick and long.
Personality:[/color] Exceptionally quiet, Shea typically won't speak unless initially spoken to, though this is belied by her intense curiosity about everything. She'll often approach wolves, and then remain unbearably silent. This intense silence is sort of balanced by her complete consciousness of everything around her; she's both very observant and intuitive. More of a sikla type, she's only combative if forced into a proverbial corner. In her previous pack she wasn't allowed to be very independent, and so she prefers a lot of direction in what she does. Despite this outward muteness and secrecy, she actually proves to be a very loyal friend or comrad and would do just about anything for the ones she cares for. She has a very soft spot for cubs.
History:[/color] Born the only drappa (and the runt to boot) in a litter of seven, Shea found herself fighting for survival from the start. This isn't the classic story where she grows up big and strong and kills everyone who wronged her, however; rather she retained her submissiveness while also keeping a sort of instinctive strength. Her parents weren't awful to her, per se; her mother allowed her to suckle and her father gave her mediocre training in hunting. She was often abused by her brothers, though; they were nearly twice her size and therefore found it rather easy to bully her until their hearts were content. She always found it best to simply lay there, though if they went too far she would occasionally fight back.
While she was allowed to stay, the price was her invisibility and her silence: she was ignored by the remainder of the pack. The pair of sicklas- a blind, older mann named Kiel and a middle-aged drappa named Cosa- were the only ones that could be considered 'friends'. They would often tell her stories of the gods and such, or would rehash her packs' history. Just little things like that.
Riona Shea never really became bitter however, likely because she was essentially less than a sickla at birth. She has grown to accept it, and her lack of emotion is balanced only by her intense curiosity.
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Affiliations:
Color-Relationship Key:
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Friendly Acquaintance
Friend
Crush
Mate
Ambivalent Acquaintance
Annoyance
Uncertain/Distrust
Dislike
Enemy
Brutally Hate
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Drappas:
Draggas:
01. Boreas
02. Varloc
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Pack:[/color] N/A
Position: [/color] N/A
Mate: [/color]N/A
Cubs: [/color]N/A
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Nickname:Shea
Meaning:[/color] Riona means "queen" is Irish, and Shea is "hawk" in Irish.
Age: Approximately a year.
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Pictures:
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Pelege:[/color]Her fur is somewhat oddly colored; the base is a sallow orange, as if a ruddy tan was left out in the sun for far too long. There are intermittent patches of a silvery gray, laced with bits of russet, leaving the impression of a calico cat with a dilute gene. The colors ripen when it comes to her head; her forehead is more ginger, though this fades to a dark gray around her eyes and the tufts of fur that encircle her cheeks. The underside of her muzzle and her throat are a pearly white. Her tail is the same shade of her bodice, though the very tip is near black.
Oculars: A deep amber, flecked with slate-colored shards. She has fanastic eyesight.
Physical: [/color]She's very thin, almost to the point where she looks emaciated, though this is both perpetual and natural, mainly because she was the runt of the litter and was always fighting for food. She's much shorter than the typical drappa, and her limbs make up the majority of her height. Lean and limber, she's built for speed. Her pelt, while it looks thin, is actually rather thick and long.
Personality:[/color] Exceptionally quiet, Shea typically won't speak unless initially spoken to, though this is belied by her intense curiosity about everything. She'll often approach wolves, and then remain unbearably silent. This intense silence is sort of balanced by her complete consciousness of everything around her; she's both very observant and intuitive. More of a sikla type, she's only combative if forced into a proverbial corner. In her previous pack she wasn't allowed to be very independent, and so she prefers a lot of direction in what she does. Despite this outward muteness and secrecy, she actually proves to be a very loyal friend or comrad and would do just about anything for the ones she cares for. She has a very soft spot for cubs.
History:[/color] Born the only drappa (and the runt to boot) in a litter of seven, Shea found herself fighting for survival from the start. This isn't the classic story where she grows up big and strong and kills everyone who wronged her, however; rather she retained her submissiveness while also keeping a sort of instinctive strength. Her parents weren't awful to her, per se; her mother allowed her to suckle and her father gave her mediocre training in hunting. She was often abused by her brothers, though; they were nearly twice her size and therefore found it rather easy to bully her until their hearts were content. She always found it best to simply lay there, though if they went too far she would occasionally fight back.
While she was allowed to stay, the price was her invisibility and her silence: she was ignored by the remainder of the pack. The pair of sicklas- a blind, older mann named Kiel and a middle-aged drappa named Cosa- were the only ones that could be considered 'friends'. They would often tell her stories of the gods and such, or would rehash her packs' history. Just little things like that.
Riona Shea never really became bitter however, likely because she was essentially less than a sickla at birth. She has grown to accept it, and her lack of emotion is balanced only by her intense curiosity.
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Affiliations:
Color-Relationship Key:
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Friendly Acquaintance
Friend
Crush
Mate
Ambivalent Acquaintance
Annoyance
Uncertain/Distrust
Dislike
Enemy
Brutally Hate
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Drappas:
Draggas:
01. Boreas
02. Varloc
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Pack:[/color] N/A
Position: [/color] N/A
Mate: [/color]N/A
Cubs: [/color]N/A
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