Wreckage Adoptions

OOC name: Alexa
Application for Design 3 *Complete*

Name: I'm drawing a blank... Aella*/Tempest/Hurricane/Rainstorm/Petrel/something feminine and storm-y? I'm open to any name you like best, these are some suggestions (:
Gender: Cis female
Design:
Size can be adjusted, I can see her as small or large, but will use large for this example

The pup is born as if inspired by her father’s image. As a newborn she leans towards a large size that will continue to grow in uncomfortable bursts. As an adult she will reach 37" - small compared to her sire Elias but large for her species. At birth her pelt is a small bundle of darkness, darker than the night sky above them. Her body is draped in an ebon cloak; with a gray undercarriage and silver highlights along her back and chest. Her colours mimic the perfect storm, a whirlwind of black and gray blended together. Her eyes are a light chestnut brown.

Her paws are wide and deft; a hint of how large she will become. As a pup her gait is clumsy and awkward. In happy moments she will run a lopsided gait from one place to another, oft tripping over her paws. However as she reaches adolescence her growth will become smoother and she will develop a style of grace. She will always appear a little aloof at times, her movements unpredictable and hurried. When she can manage to be still she is a beautiful silhouette. She is unique in her lax figure that transitions from one moment to the next. Her limbs are nimble and in her youth she seems alive and energetic. It is rare that her motion would seem stiff; it does not collude with her nature.

Her voice is a bark. In her lightest and darkest moments she demands to be heard. She does not possess the finesse to let her voice fade. Her ears are sensitive but she lacks the skill to listen; too wrapped up in the working of her own mind. Despite her tendency to talk loud, her voice still retains a musical chime, and she develops an ability to sing in rhyme.

Personality:
Chatoic Neutral
Suffers from bipolar disorder. *Potential triggers. I am taking a stance on her experience with bipolar disorder; I am not saying that this is necessarily true for all that have bipolar disorder. I was diagnosed with OCD as a young child and often felt alienated because of it, so it's important to me that people know that if there are inconsistencies or stereotypes in here I do not mean for there to be. In particular, the part about her emotions running her decisions, I know that this is not exactly true. For her it is, but I am aware it is not a part of bipolar disorder, and I don't mean for it to be. (: *

As a pup she is born innocent, with one thing in mind: mother. The pup will wiggle its way to survive from Storm’s milk, in competition with three other siblings. She is born blind and deaf like the rest, an innocent bundle of fur at the mercy of the world. In slow stages her senses will develop and so will she. There is more than mother now. There is sister, brother, father. She is in awe of her family and places each upon a pedestal. As a young pup she is playful and full of energy; an unbearable amount at times. She is eager to explore the world and to learn, and to be a part of it. She sings from time to time, never by herself, an annoying hum in the ear of her family. Shy is a foreign term to her.

She transitions from a world of perfection to a dark storm seamlessly. As she grows, her emotions will become stronger and flicker from one to the other. She suffers from bipolar disorder, and it becomes more prominent as she approaches a year. She is thus too young to understand, to convey, the whirlwind of emotions within her. Her only form of expression is in utter happiness and despair; jumping around with joy and then crying. She cries a lot as a pup - moreso than normal, her sadness pooling around her and her family. She has no remedy for her feelings. She feels deeply and due to this finds herself limited when it comes to rational decisions. She cannot separate her mind from her heart; she must act with how she feels. She is impulsive and sometimes needs an eye to watch her. When she is feeling down she can be a danger, primarily to herself - losing care for the world and the natural instinct to live.

Despite the rocky path of her life she loves others. She loves her family the most, and is loyal to them. However, when she does feel down she will oft push them away, proclaiming to be unloved by everyone. Whether this is true or not depends on one’s perspective; only time will come to tell how she is raised. She is a handfull but full of life. Her condition strengthens over time but she fights it, pushing the erratic feelings of sadness and overwhelming joy aside, always searching for a neutral she can survive in.

RP Sample:
Note: Ignore the cringe xP I struggle with playing pups when they're very new but I quickly get into their vibe.

Chestnut eyes opened wide and in a heartbeat she was up. Her little tail wagged behind her and she scanned the dark den, searching for her siblings, her parents. Her onyx coat was highlighted with tiny flecks of silver; her pelt had begun to grow in. She lost the gloss of a newborn’s pelt but it was replaced with a new shine. Two spots of silver sat atop her eyes and this was the face, the body she wore. She had yet to see herself save for the black, clumsy paws she wore. She had studied those paws endlessly in the den, come to learn each part of them, with a natural self-interest developing. She was so curious! She stared around her and then darted to the edge of the den. “Ma, ouside!” she demanded, pointing. She wanted to go. In fact, she would go! She couldn’t wait another day. Without another thought the pup bounded outside.

It was a whole new world out there. She was overwhelmed with various scents and colours; textures and life that was new to her. They were surrounded by various plants and tall trees - strange large beings - and she was silenced for a moment. Then she had perked up again. “It’s pretty…!” Her tail wagged furiously behind her and she danced around, running back to the den to see if anyone else would come. “Let’s play!” She said impatiently to her siblings, jumping around one to drag them outside. She was bubbling with energy and excitement, and it showed in the quiver of her young body. Today was the first of many she would feel the sunlight upon her dark back; the first she would play outside, the first to learn from the world.