MORE Halloween babies?
Oxxcluse litter
10-07-2021, 06:40 PM
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OOC Name: Virgil
Character Name: Corva / Ichor / Raven / Necrosis / ?? Klein
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Apperance: Bri 3 OR Bri 2 (27" (small) - light build)
The elegant proportions of a much larger wolf elevate her form to something that borders on divine. Corva stands at 27" tall, though she hardly fits the role of the frail damsel. No, beneath a lush coat she maintains lithe, powerful musculature. With each gliding, ethereal step she carries herself with the grace of a panther in the dark. Far from the most imposing of figures, it is the aura with which she carries herself that lends an unsettling edge of intimidation to her every movement. Corva appears carved from granite, with delicately shaped paws and slender limbs carrying her petite form. A narrow ribcage catches the eye at odd moments, visible beneath her pelt and muscles in certain conditions. Her slender neck curves with the grace and elegance of a swan, supporting a dainty cranium that seems birdlike as she turns her head to look at something.
The delicate fae wears a pelt that could make the devil weep- shrouded in mottled slate and alabaster. Her entire head and neck are painted with solid slate blue, which begins to break up and fade into ivory over her shoulders and back. As the eye travels over her hips, that cool grey hue makes a return, sliding down her right hind leg but not the left, and then swallowing her plush tail. Forelimbs and flanks painted and flecked in white, one might glimpse the pale skin beneath. The most eye catching of her traits are the striking black markings that climb like ivy up her limbs and tangle over her shoulders and hips. With the exception of her slate coloured hind limb, each of the girls slim legs are pale as the driven snow and wrapped in gently curving tendrils of ebony from toe to spine. The lower portions of her tail are dappled in black, until the very tip is completely saturated with onyx. Her features are similarly marked with shades of soot, with the right half of her face being completely enveloped in shadow, while the left is the same slate blue as the rest of her. A single curved stripe of black arches up from her chin, sweeping below her left eye before it moves up her cheek to fill the cavity of her ear with ebony fur. As if to contest the claims of darkness over her magnificent features, a forking tendril of ivory charts the same course over the left half of her face, extending a few short branches around her eye as it travels up to her ear and paints the outer rim with delicate champagne hairs.
All of Corva's skin is completely devoid of pigment, from her toes to the tip of her nose. The pale portions of her skin are prone to burning or blistering in the sun, and so she takes great care to avoid direct sun for extended periods of time, or goes out at night when she has extensive errands. There is one notable exception; the skin surrounding her right eye is as black as the fur around it. The eye within that socket is a dark gunmetal grey, nearly black in low light. Her left eye is predominantly a light blue, though it is notably punctuated with absences of pigment that show the cherry red iris underneath. Her pupil on the left side is an odd shade of red, adding an unsettling edge to her stare.
Personality:
WITTY: Sharp as a whip, this one. Soaking up knowledge from the moment she can escape the whelping den, she's made it her mission to use her intellect as a weapon before she dirties her paws with someone else's blood. Sarcasm and degradation come naturally to her, sometimes too much so. It isn't uncommon for a sibling to be rendered teary eyed after she takes her teasing too far, and it requires far more extensive learning to figure out where she should draw the line between teasing and bullying. There's always a comeback of some kind, or a sassy remark to be made, and she always seems to get the last word in. Strangers are not exempt from her verbal abuse, either. In youth, guests at the border might find themselves falling victim to a small child who won't stop running her mouth, picking apart any flaws or weaknesses she can find with a terrible grin on her face. In adulthood she might find herself more selective of who to cause mental anguish, but she only becomes swifter of wit with time.
CONNIVING: A masterful tactician and strategist as she ages, there will always be a plot afoot when it comes to her. Corva loves to play games and trick others, and to varying degrees of danger. Being such a small and dainty thing, overpowering larger wolves is out of the question, and so she builds traps of all kinds to maintain a healthy degree of respect amongst her peers. Her temper is not something to be incited- she'll hold a grudge until both of you are dead, and will put in a great deal of effort to ensure her enemies' constant misery. One wrong word and in a few days one might find themselves hanging by a foot from a tree, waiting for her temper to peter out so she would let them down. If anyone needs a hand getting revenge, Corva is an excellent source of horrifically inventive ways to ruin someone's life, which she takes as a great source of pride.
SELFISH: Everything boils down to an desire for her own happiness and success. Her primary motivation in all things is her own benefit, and she will gladly step over others to get what she wants out of life. Nothing is sacred, and the suffering of others draws little sympathy from her. Corva wants to have her way, and to have everything she asks for. Killing, maiming, lying, or stealing, they're all simply methods of securing her own entertainment or continued success. Amongst such cutthroat family, being able to set aside morality is key to survival, and tantamount to thriving.
VAIN: Corva is well aware of her own beauty, and does all she can to maintain it. She is hesitant of undertakings that might lead to getting dirty or making a fool of herself, preferring to force someone else to do such tasks instead. On a surface level, her grooming habits and personal adornment could simply be viewed as pride in her appearance. Anyone who dares to insult her looks, however, will find themselves discovering just how deep her self-obsession runs. There is no quicker route to incurring her vile wrath than to insult the shininess of her coat or calling her stinky. All bets are off when it comes to personal insults, she will gladly pluck the eyes from your skull for such a transgression. To a certain extent, this vanity crosses over onto her family, and she will take a great deal of care in how her immediate relatives are perceived. This might manifest in the form of a casual once over of her siblings before a meeting, tucking stray hairs away and knocking away debris from their coat. It may also show itself in the way she presents her family, demonstrating their skills and exploits (potentially in a dramatized fashion) to inflate their worth in the eyes of others.
Skills: Intellect and Fighting
Plans: she won't want the throne, but she'll act like she does just to keep everyone on their toes. Will probably earn her title as some kind of spy or assassin, and get really good at infiltration or intel gathering. Probably gonna follow in her mama's footsteps as a bit of a harlot when she gets older, but will also probably have a bad habit of culling her kids or dumping the ones she doesn't like on the dads lmao
RP Sample: wolf wolf walk walk bark bark bite?
Character Name: Corva / Ichor / Raven / Necrosis / ?? Klein
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Apperance: Bri 3 OR Bri 2 (27" (small) - light build)
The elegant proportions of a much larger wolf elevate her form to something that borders on divine. Corva stands at 27" tall, though she hardly fits the role of the frail damsel. No, beneath a lush coat she maintains lithe, powerful musculature. With each gliding, ethereal step she carries herself with the grace of a panther in the dark. Far from the most imposing of figures, it is the aura with which she carries herself that lends an unsettling edge of intimidation to her every movement. Corva appears carved from granite, with delicately shaped paws and slender limbs carrying her petite form. A narrow ribcage catches the eye at odd moments, visible beneath her pelt and muscles in certain conditions. Her slender neck curves with the grace and elegance of a swan, supporting a dainty cranium that seems birdlike as she turns her head to look at something.
The delicate fae wears a pelt that could make the devil weep- shrouded in mottled slate and alabaster. Her entire head and neck are painted with solid slate blue, which begins to break up and fade into ivory over her shoulders and back. As the eye travels over her hips, that cool grey hue makes a return, sliding down her right hind leg but not the left, and then swallowing her plush tail. Forelimbs and flanks painted and flecked in white, one might glimpse the pale skin beneath. The most eye catching of her traits are the striking black markings that climb like ivy up her limbs and tangle over her shoulders and hips. With the exception of her slate coloured hind limb, each of the girls slim legs are pale as the driven snow and wrapped in gently curving tendrils of ebony from toe to spine. The lower portions of her tail are dappled in black, until the very tip is completely saturated with onyx. Her features are similarly marked with shades of soot, with the right half of her face being completely enveloped in shadow, while the left is the same slate blue as the rest of her. A single curved stripe of black arches up from her chin, sweeping below her left eye before it moves up her cheek to fill the cavity of her ear with ebony fur. As if to contest the claims of darkness over her magnificent features, a forking tendril of ivory charts the same course over the left half of her face, extending a few short branches around her eye as it travels up to her ear and paints the outer rim with delicate champagne hairs.
All of Corva's skin is completely devoid of pigment, from her toes to the tip of her nose. The pale portions of her skin are prone to burning or blistering in the sun, and so she takes great care to avoid direct sun for extended periods of time, or goes out at night when she has extensive errands. There is one notable exception; the skin surrounding her right eye is as black as the fur around it. The eye within that socket is a dark gunmetal grey, nearly black in low light. Her left eye is predominantly a light blue, though it is notably punctuated with absences of pigment that show the cherry red iris underneath. Her pupil on the left side is an odd shade of red, adding an unsettling edge to her stare.
Personality:
WITTY: Sharp as a whip, this one. Soaking up knowledge from the moment she can escape the whelping den, she's made it her mission to use her intellect as a weapon before she dirties her paws with someone else's blood. Sarcasm and degradation come naturally to her, sometimes too much so. It isn't uncommon for a sibling to be rendered teary eyed after she takes her teasing too far, and it requires far more extensive learning to figure out where she should draw the line between teasing and bullying. There's always a comeback of some kind, or a sassy remark to be made, and she always seems to get the last word in. Strangers are not exempt from her verbal abuse, either. In youth, guests at the border might find themselves falling victim to a small child who won't stop running her mouth, picking apart any flaws or weaknesses she can find with a terrible grin on her face. In adulthood she might find herself more selective of who to cause mental anguish, but she only becomes swifter of wit with time.
CONNIVING: A masterful tactician and strategist as she ages, there will always be a plot afoot when it comes to her. Corva loves to play games and trick others, and to varying degrees of danger. Being such a small and dainty thing, overpowering larger wolves is out of the question, and so she builds traps of all kinds to maintain a healthy degree of respect amongst her peers. Her temper is not something to be incited- she'll hold a grudge until both of you are dead, and will put in a great deal of effort to ensure her enemies' constant misery. One wrong word and in a few days one might find themselves hanging by a foot from a tree, waiting for her temper to peter out so she would let them down. If anyone needs a hand getting revenge, Corva is an excellent source of horrifically inventive ways to ruin someone's life, which she takes as a great source of pride.
SELFISH: Everything boils down to an desire for her own happiness and success. Her primary motivation in all things is her own benefit, and she will gladly step over others to get what she wants out of life. Nothing is sacred, and the suffering of others draws little sympathy from her. Corva wants to have her way, and to have everything she asks for. Killing, maiming, lying, or stealing, they're all simply methods of securing her own entertainment or continued success. Amongst such cutthroat family, being able to set aside morality is key to survival, and tantamount to thriving.
VAIN: Corva is well aware of her own beauty, and does all she can to maintain it. She is hesitant of undertakings that might lead to getting dirty or making a fool of herself, preferring to force someone else to do such tasks instead. On a surface level, her grooming habits and personal adornment could simply be viewed as pride in her appearance. Anyone who dares to insult her looks, however, will find themselves discovering just how deep her self-obsession runs. There is no quicker route to incurring her vile wrath than to insult the shininess of her coat or calling her stinky. All bets are off when it comes to personal insults, she will gladly pluck the eyes from your skull for such a transgression. To a certain extent, this vanity crosses over onto her family, and she will take a great deal of care in how her immediate relatives are perceived. This might manifest in the form of a casual once over of her siblings before a meeting, tucking stray hairs away and knocking away debris from their coat. It may also show itself in the way she presents her family, demonstrating their skills and exploits (potentially in a dramatized fashion) to inflate their worth in the eyes of others.
Skills: Intellect and Fighting
Plans: she won't want the throne, but she'll act like she does just to keep everyone on their toes. Will probably earn her title as some kind of spy or assassin, and get really good at infiltration or intel gathering. Probably gonna follow in her mama's footsteps as a bit of a harlot when she gets older, but will also probably have a bad habit of culling her kids or dumping the ones she doesn't like on the dads lmao
RP Sample: wolf wolf walk walk bark bark bite?