The Kazema Tribe
09-08-2017, 12:45 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-08-2017, 01:39 AM by Keahilani.)
Ooc Name: Cat
Name: Alyria Bran Argent Kazema
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Alignment: Lawful Good.
Design: This little babe here.
Changes: No design changes! The addition of two raven’s feathers, behind her left ear, with the bottoms/base(whatever it's called?) woven in or just disappearing into the fur there. Feather reference here.
Rank: Fighting rank.
Relation: Friend, Alyria thrives on harmony within the tribe and likes to network and have plenty of friends.
Appearance: Alyria is a large canine, standing at an unusual 41” tall and weighing 163 pounds, she’s a damsel who’s never in distress. A heavy build and a usually quiet disposition, she can oftentimes appear more intimidating to those upon initial meeting. Alyria is elegant even with more heavy features, some soft curves displaying that she is, indeed, a female. She’s a mixture of brown shades, the base of her coat being a rich, medium, almost dark, brown that shows through from the underside of her tail, along her belly, on the middles of all her legs, and up her chest to her muzzle. Her paws are a lighter color, a light cream that graces all along the top of her head down her back, almost to the tip of her tail. Between those two colors are some other shades, that are mixed in on her back, her legs, and her face. There is also some white just underneath her eyes, while the tips of her ears are dark brown, and her paw pads are black. Her eyes themselves stand out, an almost mossy green color, that nicely contrasts and compliments her multi-colored coat. She has a decently short coat, thicker in some parts like her cheeks, hind, tail and neck, that puts on display her muscular build, proof of her deserving the rank of a fighter.
Personality: Upon initial meeting, Alyria is quite straightforward, serious and disciplined, she does as told and strives to be the best she can be. Her purpose is to work and provide for her tribe as needed, doing her job and living with the personal code of protecting those who cannot protect themselves. She wants to defend her tribe, her family, those who she trusts and respect, who need it the most. When she’s working, if you’re not part of her patrol or a close friend, she’s firm and quiet, observing with a tight-lipped smile and a raised brow, sticking to what she’s been tasked with. When she’s not directly doing a task concerning her ranking, she’s more outgoing. She’s incredibly strong-willed and sometimes hard headed when it comes to defending her faith and herself.
With friends, and her tribe mates, as she views them as family, she’s friendly and playful, sometimes even cheeky. Alyria loves to play wrestle with her close friends, not sparring but more of a pup-like tussling, getting down in the dirt and messing about. The large wolf is bold and confident in herself, unabashedly herself when she’s around those she trusts. She doesn’t disobey, she believes to break the tribe’s law is a sin so unspeakable, she can’t imagine what would compel another to do so.
Alyria despises few things, mainly those that go against the tribe laws, betrayal, whether personal or on a larger scale, and those who needlessly cause chaos and harm wherever they go. She’s devout to their beliefs, highly revering their way of life and not quite understanding outsiders who don’t live as they do. She tries to be compassionate, but it’s hard for her to extend friendship to those who would scorn or offend her beliefs.
Earning this dame’s trust is highly difficult if you’re not of the tribe, she has many defensive walls set up. While she will protect strangers if they can’t fight for themselves, that doesn’t mean she’ll let down her guard for one second. Although, once you’ve earned her trust, it’s incredibly hard to truly lose it. She would lay down her life for those she has full faith in, and wouldn’t hesitate to come to their side should they need it.
Even though she’s young, she’s fairly set in her ways. The outside world may influence her slightly in her actions should she be exposed to it extensively, but while still in the community of her tribe, she feels they’re unbreakable and she’s quite proud of her culture and home.
History:
”i was born with silver between my teeth
both on paper and the kind that makes you bleed
my daddy told me it wasn’t enough just to learn
so i bit my tongue and taught myself ten ways to burn"
The Early Years: (1 - 12 months)
Months 1-6: Alyria was the only one of her litter of three that made it past two months, merely the choice of nature. She was the largest of the pups, strong from birth, blindly wriggling her way to nurse and making her place clear from the start. Much of her childhood was easy, learning her place in the tribe, who her immediate family was, playing and being an all around nuisance. She was curious and outgoing from a young age, trying to sneak from the den to watch the adults move about their days, eager to someday serve her tribe in the best way she could.
Months 6-12: Once the female was bigger, showing that she was going to take more after her father height-wise, and more after her mother in the looks department, she began tussling more often. She loved to mess with the other youths, wrestling and challenging the boys in a teasing and friendly manner. She wasn’t a flirt, but she loved a good challenge, and showing her growing strength through tussles was one of the ways she sought to find one.
Year 1: At a year, she was in training to be a fighter, although she had already started learning prior to hitting the yearling mark. She was quick-witted, always eager to learn and soak up all the information, tips, and tricks that she possibly could. Alyria asked questions, always trying to puzzle things out in her mind, observant and clearly one who studied others, consistently sizing them up and trying to objectively judge how she would fare should she ever seriously spar against them. She was never dismissive, never rude to others, although sometimes she could be a bit sarcastic, if you got on her nerves enough. Despite any annoyances, however, she was always kind and willing to defend her tribe with all she had.
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"et je dois me rappeler (and i have to remind myself)
sous cette lune toute blême (under this moon so pale)
que nous protégeons ceux (that we protect those)
qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes (who cannot protect themselves)"
The Middle Years: (2 - 4)
Year 2: The move to Ardent was a change, one that the multi-colored dame didn’t particularly desire, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. It was an adventure, and she was sure that they would encounter hardships and challenges along the way, ones that would bring them together more, bring them out stronger and on top as they always had been. She wasn’t afraid of the outside world. If anything, she believed the outside world should be fearful of themselves, of their sins, the way they didn’t believe in any gods, or that they worshipped false idols, their own greed and selfish desires. Surely, they could bring about a positive influence on the cruelty and savagery of some of the rogues and outsiders of these lands, it was just a matter of time.
Year 3: TBA
Year 4: TBA
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"i’m not scared of your eyes, whatever color they be
and i could thread a needle through war or in my sleep
but there is a kind of fear i can’t touch; that sort blinds
and standing my ground is the only remedy i can find"
The Older Years: (5 - 7)
Year 5: TBA
Year 6: TBA
Year 7: TBA
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"but not every monster has black blood or claws
at least not the one with my heart tight between its paws
//
‘cause not every monster has black blood or claws
mine picks me apart at the stitches, follows no code or laws"
The Ending Years: (8 - 10)
Year 8: TBA
Year 9: TBA
Year 10: TBA
-------------
"now i walk the line of a sharpened blade
half-open eyes from midnight crusades
if i’m being honest, i don’t always come with a plan
and to this day sometimes i can’t tell the difference between beast or man
//
i was born with silver between my teeth
and now i know when to shine and when to sting."
Outsider: No. Born in the pack.
Other: Alyria has a raven companion, named Merle. Also, she has a pair of feathers that Merle lost tied into her fur. // Voice actress is Allison Argent (Crystal Reed)
RP Sample:
Alyria was always strong-willed, fierce and never one to back down from a fight. She was one that could be counted on to stand her ground, called to her friends or family’s side in times of distress. So, when an outsider, an ignorant and crass rogue, challenged one of her friends, she stepped forwards, shoulder to shoulder with her tribe mate to stare down the outsider. They were defending the borders, marking them as was their usual duty, when a reckless stranger barreled in. This wolf ignored their clear and fresh markings, growling and trying to puff himself up at the small patrol, clearly not acknowledging the fact that he was outnumbered, and the size differences in some of the canines.
The fighter was one of the larger of the patrol, standing at an impressive 41” tall, bulky and muscular, with feminine curves and a dark green gaze fixed on the intruder. She waited for her friend, the patrol leader, to do the talking, inquiring as to why the other canine was here, what their business was. The other hardly spoke, merely uttering about a den nearby and the stench of the tribe wolves. She was mildly offended, tossing a sidelong glance and a deep frown to another tribe mate, tail lashing once and ears flicking back.
The patrol leader continued to attempt to converse with this canine, slowly taking steps forward as the stranger took steps back, keeping his distance. When he began to toss wary glances at the patrol, Alyria flashed a tight lipped grin, waiting to see if he would try and dart passed them into the territory, or if he would turn tail and run. The male picked the latter option, and the fighter relaxed slightly, snorting before joking, “Well, I thought that would prove to be more eventful.”
One of the female tribe wolves merely threw her an amused look, rolling her eyes as they continued on, the larger she-wolf grinning cheekily. “C’mon, he was scrawny. I could’ve taken him easily.” She mockingly boasted, ears perked and swiveling around, capturing the sounds of their homeland. Her nose twitched at the scent of prey, but she focused on the task at hand, striding quickly to match pace with the leader of the small patrol. They didn’t stay out too awfully long, making their rounds and heading back to camp, where each dispersed to their separate duties or personal time.
Alyria herself opted to go rest against a rock, taking a well-needed nap in the warmth of the sun, her body stretched out and tail curled to rest on her hind legs. She watched the bustle of camp for a bit, before her eyes fluttered shut and she slid off into dreaming about a fun spar.
Purchases: TO BE DONE (once i have enough hehe)
Height
Small Companion
Small Accessory
Name: Alyria Bran Argent Kazema
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Alignment: Lawful Good.
Design: This little babe here.
Changes: No design changes! The addition of two raven’s feathers, behind her left ear, with the bottoms/base(whatever it's called?) woven in or just disappearing into the fur there. Feather reference here.
Rank: Fighting rank.
Relation: Friend, Alyria thrives on harmony within the tribe and likes to network and have plenty of friends.
Appearance: Alyria is a large canine, standing at an unusual 41” tall and weighing 163 pounds, she’s a damsel who’s never in distress. A heavy build and a usually quiet disposition, she can oftentimes appear more intimidating to those upon initial meeting. Alyria is elegant even with more heavy features, some soft curves displaying that she is, indeed, a female. She’s a mixture of brown shades, the base of her coat being a rich, medium, almost dark, brown that shows through from the underside of her tail, along her belly, on the middles of all her legs, and up her chest to her muzzle. Her paws are a lighter color, a light cream that graces all along the top of her head down her back, almost to the tip of her tail. Between those two colors are some other shades, that are mixed in on her back, her legs, and her face. There is also some white just underneath her eyes, while the tips of her ears are dark brown, and her paw pads are black. Her eyes themselves stand out, an almost mossy green color, that nicely contrasts and compliments her multi-colored coat. She has a decently short coat, thicker in some parts like her cheeks, hind, tail and neck, that puts on display her muscular build, proof of her deserving the rank of a fighter.
Personality: Upon initial meeting, Alyria is quite straightforward, serious and disciplined, she does as told and strives to be the best she can be. Her purpose is to work and provide for her tribe as needed, doing her job and living with the personal code of protecting those who cannot protect themselves. She wants to defend her tribe, her family, those who she trusts and respect, who need it the most. When she’s working, if you’re not part of her patrol or a close friend, she’s firm and quiet, observing with a tight-lipped smile and a raised brow, sticking to what she’s been tasked with. When she’s not directly doing a task concerning her ranking, she’s more outgoing. She’s incredibly strong-willed and sometimes hard headed when it comes to defending her faith and herself.
With friends, and her tribe mates, as she views them as family, she’s friendly and playful, sometimes even cheeky. Alyria loves to play wrestle with her close friends, not sparring but more of a pup-like tussling, getting down in the dirt and messing about. The large wolf is bold and confident in herself, unabashedly herself when she’s around those she trusts. She doesn’t disobey, she believes to break the tribe’s law is a sin so unspeakable, she can’t imagine what would compel another to do so.
Alyria despises few things, mainly those that go against the tribe laws, betrayal, whether personal or on a larger scale, and those who needlessly cause chaos and harm wherever they go. She’s devout to their beliefs, highly revering their way of life and not quite understanding outsiders who don’t live as they do. She tries to be compassionate, but it’s hard for her to extend friendship to those who would scorn or offend her beliefs.
Earning this dame’s trust is highly difficult if you’re not of the tribe, she has many defensive walls set up. While she will protect strangers if they can’t fight for themselves, that doesn’t mean she’ll let down her guard for one second. Although, once you’ve earned her trust, it’s incredibly hard to truly lose it. She would lay down her life for those she has full faith in, and wouldn’t hesitate to come to their side should they need it.
Even though she’s young, she’s fairly set in her ways. The outside world may influence her slightly in her actions should she be exposed to it extensively, but while still in the community of her tribe, she feels they’re unbreakable and she’s quite proud of her culture and home.
History:
”i was born with silver between my teeth
both on paper and the kind that makes you bleed
my daddy told me it wasn’t enough just to learn
so i bit my tongue and taught myself ten ways to burn"
The Early Years: (1 - 12 months)
Months 1-6: Alyria was the only one of her litter of three that made it past two months, merely the choice of nature. She was the largest of the pups, strong from birth, blindly wriggling her way to nurse and making her place clear from the start. Much of her childhood was easy, learning her place in the tribe, who her immediate family was, playing and being an all around nuisance. She was curious and outgoing from a young age, trying to sneak from the den to watch the adults move about their days, eager to someday serve her tribe in the best way she could.
Months 6-12: Once the female was bigger, showing that she was going to take more after her father height-wise, and more after her mother in the looks department, she began tussling more often. She loved to mess with the other youths, wrestling and challenging the boys in a teasing and friendly manner. She wasn’t a flirt, but she loved a good challenge, and showing her growing strength through tussles was one of the ways she sought to find one.
Year 1: At a year, she was in training to be a fighter, although she had already started learning prior to hitting the yearling mark. She was quick-witted, always eager to learn and soak up all the information, tips, and tricks that she possibly could. Alyria asked questions, always trying to puzzle things out in her mind, observant and clearly one who studied others, consistently sizing them up and trying to objectively judge how she would fare should she ever seriously spar against them. She was never dismissive, never rude to others, although sometimes she could be a bit sarcastic, if you got on her nerves enough. Despite any annoyances, however, she was always kind and willing to defend her tribe with all she had.
-------------
"et je dois me rappeler (and i have to remind myself)
sous cette lune toute blême (under this moon so pale)
que nous protégeons ceux (that we protect those)
qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes (who cannot protect themselves)"
The Middle Years: (2 - 4)
Year 2: The move to Ardent was a change, one that the multi-colored dame didn’t particularly desire, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. It was an adventure, and she was sure that they would encounter hardships and challenges along the way, ones that would bring them together more, bring them out stronger and on top as they always had been. She wasn’t afraid of the outside world. If anything, she believed the outside world should be fearful of themselves, of their sins, the way they didn’t believe in any gods, or that they worshipped false idols, their own greed and selfish desires. Surely, they could bring about a positive influence on the cruelty and savagery of some of the rogues and outsiders of these lands, it was just a matter of time.
Year 3: TBA
Year 4: TBA
-------------
"i’m not scared of your eyes, whatever color they be
and i could thread a needle through war or in my sleep
but there is a kind of fear i can’t touch; that sort blinds
and standing my ground is the only remedy i can find"
The Older Years: (5 - 7)
Year 5: TBA
Year 6: TBA
Year 7: TBA
-------------
"but not every monster has black blood or claws
at least not the one with my heart tight between its paws
//
‘cause not every monster has black blood or claws
mine picks me apart at the stitches, follows no code or laws"
The Ending Years: (8 - 10)
Year 8: TBA
Year 9: TBA
Year 10: TBA
-------------
"now i walk the line of a sharpened blade
half-open eyes from midnight crusades
if i’m being honest, i don’t always come with a plan
and to this day sometimes i can’t tell the difference between beast or man
//
i was born with silver between my teeth
and now i know when to shine and when to sting."
Outsider: No. Born in the pack.
Other: Alyria has a raven companion, named Merle. Also, she has a pair of feathers that Merle lost tied into her fur. // Voice actress is Allison Argent (Crystal Reed)
RP Sample:
Alyria was always strong-willed, fierce and never one to back down from a fight. She was one that could be counted on to stand her ground, called to her friends or family’s side in times of distress. So, when an outsider, an ignorant and crass rogue, challenged one of her friends, she stepped forwards, shoulder to shoulder with her tribe mate to stare down the outsider. They were defending the borders, marking them as was their usual duty, when a reckless stranger barreled in. This wolf ignored their clear and fresh markings, growling and trying to puff himself up at the small patrol, clearly not acknowledging the fact that he was outnumbered, and the size differences in some of the canines.
The fighter was one of the larger of the patrol, standing at an impressive 41” tall, bulky and muscular, with feminine curves and a dark green gaze fixed on the intruder. She waited for her friend, the patrol leader, to do the talking, inquiring as to why the other canine was here, what their business was. The other hardly spoke, merely uttering about a den nearby and the stench of the tribe wolves. She was mildly offended, tossing a sidelong glance and a deep frown to another tribe mate, tail lashing once and ears flicking back.
The patrol leader continued to attempt to converse with this canine, slowly taking steps forward as the stranger took steps back, keeping his distance. When he began to toss wary glances at the patrol, Alyria flashed a tight lipped grin, waiting to see if he would try and dart passed them into the territory, or if he would turn tail and run. The male picked the latter option, and the fighter relaxed slightly, snorting before joking, “Well, I thought that would prove to be more eventful.”
One of the female tribe wolves merely threw her an amused look, rolling her eyes as they continued on, the larger she-wolf grinning cheekily. “C’mon, he was scrawny. I could’ve taken him easily.” She mockingly boasted, ears perked and swiveling around, capturing the sounds of their homeland. Her nose twitched at the scent of prey, but she focused on the task at hand, striding quickly to match pace with the leader of the small patrol. They didn’t stay out too awfully long, making their rounds and heading back to camp, where each dispersed to their separate duties or personal time.
Alyria herself opted to go rest against a rock, taking a well-needed nap in the warmth of the sun, her body stretched out and tail curled to rest on her hind legs. She watched the bustle of camp for a bit, before her eyes fluttered shut and she slid off into dreaming about a fun spar.
Purchases: TO BE DONE (once i have enough hehe)
Height
Small Companion
Small Accessory
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avvie creds to Shrapnel <3
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