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Loner

age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
Medium
posts
413
player
Lolaf
02-09-2018, 10:57 PM
Name: Wyvern
Design:
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Appearance: Wyvern's Armada lineage is clear on her frame, while not as tall as the famous patriarch of the line, standing instead a slightly shorter 32" inches, she has her great grandfather's bone structure. She is a beast made of elegant angles and high born features. It is easy to claim she is royal just by looking at her; she possesses an almost fragile look, any musculature she has is not evident. She is almost always well kept,

Draped upon her elegant frame is a luxuriously thick pelt, it flows down her body like a river of molten fur. She is swathed in dappled browns, broken only by the clean, pure, white that paints the end of her muzzle, extending down the bottom of her jaw onto her chest and under belly as well as marking her tail tip. Similarly her limbs are all painted with a deep coal color, that starts at her paws and extends up to near her shoulders on her front limbs and just past her knee on her hind legs, where it fades into the dappled browns on all four limbs.

Brilliant, intelligent cerulean blues peer out from her fine face.


Personality: Wyvern is a little princess, and seems to exhibit all the traits that tend to go along with that. To begin with she's a bit of a snob, she has no time for silly games, particularly anything that could potentially get her messy, and may often be at odds with more adventurous wolves, particularly as a pup. Similarly she spends a decent amount of time preening, too much time some might argue, she has a large ego and her pride demands she be looking her best in all situations!

Wyvern's favorite wolf in the whole wide world when she's a pup will be her father, she will be glued to his side whenever possible and will both suck up to him a lot and try to play on his affection. While she may not always get along with her siblings she will be fiercely loyal to her family, after all while she may find them silly, but they are still her family.

Wyvern can be judgmental, very few others are worthy of her attention or being around her. She quite literally views herself as a princess, after all her dad is a king isn't he? So that makes her royalty and when she doesn't quite get what she wants tantrums will not be uncommon.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Plans: Regardless of if she's best suited for it or not (and she's probably not) Wyvern would really really want to be Dragon's heir. A lot of her self of identity is going to be based on her relationship with Dragon so I can see her becoming more insecure later on in life is/when Dragon and Iskra have kids, or if the circumstances of their birth comes out since she'll think she's some kind of bastard child.

Otherwise, mostly just see her going about her life demanding people treat her like royalty and getting annoyed when the don't, she'll be especially demanding of siblings.

Probably get her a big cat companion like her dad, who'll be a lot more in touch with reality and try to help her be less... spoiled.

RP Sample: Wyvern huffed and puffed out her chest. She frowned, her lips pulling into a pout as she waited less than patiently at the mouth of the den. She had sent one of the various pack members out to hunt for her, she didn't know which one; they had laughed and nodded almost dismissively, but surely they would be back soon. The notion that she had been ignored hadn't even crossed the princess' mind.

The girl finally rose to her paws, gently shaking the dirt from her pelt. "When I find them they are soooo going to be in trouble." Wyvern, huffed again and stomped off in search of her missing hunter. The princess' gaze swept over the packlands, narrowing every time she saw one of her pack mates, doing her best to try and remember if it had been them she had asked.

Suddenly an idea clicked in her mind, and the girl stopped short. Her tail pulled high over her rump and a big shit eating grin spread across her face. "Daaaaaaaad?" She called out in a sing-song voice, bouncing through the territory, seeking out her father. She would tell him that some wolf had been mean to her, and then he'd figure out who it was and they'd be in soooooooo much trouble. After all, she was certain Dragon would ever refuse her, that'd be impossible. Right?