Wreckage for adopt[1/1 available]
06-19-2018, 09:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-30-2018, 06:30 PM by Lirika.)
OOC Name:
Denny
Pups Name:
Sirocco Tezca-Wreckage
Gender:
Female
Birth season:
Autumn
Design:
Appearance:
??" - Medium build
Youth: Cherubic. Rounded and soft; made of down fluff and good intentions. Short, bear cub ears. A small button nose and big doe eyes. Any who look upon her may find themselves endeared entirely. Her delicate smile is downright stunning, a thousand watts to be aimed at anyone and everyone. Her body is small from the start, rising suddenly over the course of a season or two near her adolescence.
Build: Nothing special by far. Neither delicate and waifish, or brutish and blocky. Instead, she finds a way to combine aspects of both. Strong shoulders and muscular thighs, with a long and slender body. Stocky legs wrapped in a sturdy musculature, making her a veritable rolling thunderhead as she moves along. Her chest is rather deep, allowing her lungs to expand easily when running. Soft, feminine curves are easy to miss. Just a subtle swell around her hips and thighs.
Coat: A base of slate grey covers her top half. The hue darkens around her joints and edges, and softens to pale silver-white as it falls toward her legs and feet. Rich mocha accents her spine and limbs, sliding from her back as dappling to cover the fronts of her shoulders and chest. The pigment coats her elbows, thighs, and paws. Her face is painted with unknowable intent, streaks of brown arcing along the sides of her muzzle to coalesce around her liver painted nose. It breaks off to form lines across her cheeks and forehead towards her ears. A softer cocoa tint accents her face, sliding away from her muzzle at a fading gradient. The rest of her paws, where not already stained, are dipped in pale brown, along with the tip of her tail. A small streak of ash tinted ivory paints the space between her brows.
Eyes: Upon first glance, the girl has eyes like a roiling thunderhead. Gunmetal grey and imposing. They are only softened by the ring of fathomless mercury around the outer edge.
Scent: roses and licorice
Voice: a gentle, lilting tone. Near the lower end of the vocal spectrum, but by no means masculine. She bears no accents or speech impediments.
Personality:
Neutral Good
Saint// upon her death, it may not be out of the question for her title to ascend to something akin to the divine. She aims only to do what is right, and to be kind to all. A tenderness exists in her heart, an unending desire to bring the world to a place where all is right once again. In the face of chaos and discord, she only finds strength and resolve to continue her path.
Loyal// family is all that matters. In the end, they are the ones who welcomed her into the world, and they will be the ones who bid her farewell from it. Her sisters are indescribably important to her, and her parents mean the world. When they call, she comes. If they need her, she is there. Even if they don't believe that they need her, she knows when to be around. To her friends, she is an ever present anchor in turbulent waters.
trait//
trait//
Role play sample:
200+ words
Denny
Pups Name:
Sirocco Tezca-Wreckage
Gender:
Female
Birth season:
Autumn
Design:
Appearance:
??" - Medium build
Youth: Cherubic. Rounded and soft; made of down fluff and good intentions. Short, bear cub ears. A small button nose and big doe eyes. Any who look upon her may find themselves endeared entirely. Her delicate smile is downright stunning, a thousand watts to be aimed at anyone and everyone. Her body is small from the start, rising suddenly over the course of a season or two near her adolescence.
Build: Nothing special by far. Neither delicate and waifish, or brutish and blocky. Instead, she finds a way to combine aspects of both. Strong shoulders and muscular thighs, with a long and slender body. Stocky legs wrapped in a sturdy musculature, making her a veritable rolling thunderhead as she moves along. Her chest is rather deep, allowing her lungs to expand easily when running. Soft, feminine curves are easy to miss. Just a subtle swell around her hips and thighs.
Coat: A base of slate grey covers her top half. The hue darkens around her joints and edges, and softens to pale silver-white as it falls toward her legs and feet. Rich mocha accents her spine and limbs, sliding from her back as dappling to cover the fronts of her shoulders and chest. The pigment coats her elbows, thighs, and paws. Her face is painted with unknowable intent, streaks of brown arcing along the sides of her muzzle to coalesce around her liver painted nose. It breaks off to form lines across her cheeks and forehead towards her ears. A softer cocoa tint accents her face, sliding away from her muzzle at a fading gradient. The rest of her paws, where not already stained, are dipped in pale brown, along with the tip of her tail. A small streak of ash tinted ivory paints the space between her brows.
Eyes: Upon first glance, the girl has eyes like a roiling thunderhead. Gunmetal grey and imposing. They are only softened by the ring of fathomless mercury around the outer edge.
Scent: roses and licorice
Voice: a gentle, lilting tone. Near the lower end of the vocal spectrum, but by no means masculine. She bears no accents or speech impediments.
Personality:
Neutral Good
Saint// upon her death, it may not be out of the question for her title to ascend to something akin to the divine. She aims only to do what is right, and to be kind to all. A tenderness exists in her heart, an unending desire to bring the world to a place where all is right once again. In the face of chaos and discord, she only finds strength and resolve to continue her path.
Loyal// family is all that matters. In the end, they are the ones who welcomed her into the world, and they will be the ones who bid her farewell from it. Her sisters are indescribably important to her, and her parents mean the world. When they call, she comes. If they need her, she is there. Even if they don't believe that they need her, she knows when to be around. To her friends, she is an ever present anchor in turbulent waters.
trait//
trait//
Role play sample:
200+ words