Post by heathen on Apr 2, 2011 0:13:52 GMT -5
Name:
Heathen
Sex:
Female
Birth-Date:
April 2304
Age:
5 years
Species:
Half Moon
Pack:
Loner
Rank:
N/A
Duty:
N/A
Appearance:
Heathen is on the small side for a Half Moon due to her New Moon mother. Standing twenty-one inches at the shoulder and weighing sixty-two pounds, she could be considered something of a lightweight. With legs slightly longer than average, she’s made more for short sprints than distance – which, considering her diet consists mostly of lizards and small rodents, is a good thing. She has a short, dense, red-colored base coat with white fur around the mouth and black, gray, and tan mixed throughout. Her ears stand erect and she has striking spring-green eyes.
Skills:
Running – She’s quite the speedy little bugger when it comes to sprints.
Personality:
Due to her not-so-kind encounters with her fellow wolves, Heathen is a rather ornery, callous, and disgruntled wolf. She does not enjoy the company of others and seems to avoid others whenever she can. But well, if you had wolves calling you ‘heathen’ and ‘savage’ all the time, you would hate them too. So whenever a wolf is kind to her, or offers some help, Heathen is always skeptical and will typically either walk away or react aggressively. In turn she does not offer help to other wolves. In this way she is very narrow and closed-minded; completely unwilling to accept anything other than what she’s accustomed to. She hates being asked her name and, depending on her mood, she will either respond with despondency or violence when questioned. Of course underneath her prickly outside is a very soft inside. After all, she has her reasons for not having a name.
History:
As a pup, she never knew her father. Heathen was raised by her mother in whatever mildly hospitable place they could find for the day, week, month...the nomadic lifestyle was the only one for them, because you see, her mother was a mute. With a mother who lacked the ability to speak, Heathen never received a name. In fact it took her years to piece together the current belief of wolves, the Legend of the Moon. She was also slow in learning how to speak and as a result she does not speak much to this very day – actually that’s also due in part to the fact that she has purposely damaged her vocal cords in an attempt to render herself mute. Of course her mother was furious when she found her yearling daughter trying to ruin herself; that was a day she’ll never forget.
Her mother passed when she was three years of age, but by then Heathen was more than capable of taking care of herself. However she had no intention whatsoever of joining a pack, she’d never been part of one before and any wolves they had strayed across had always scorned them. Needless to say, Heathen has a negative opinion of her fellow wolves. So she just kept wandering, ever the nomad, across the empty wastelands until…she found Estysion. Of all the small pockets of life she had encountered, Estysion was by far the biggest. So, at just shy of five years into her life, Heathen settled in as a permanent hobo.
Other:
She has no Lunar or Cub name however she goes by Heathen since that is what most wolves call her when they discover she has no name.
RPer:
Russia
