The rising
01-01-2014, 07:09 PM
Permission given to create a whole new char, from a secret affair had by Kzeisc with another woman, and he never knew about her pregnancy.
Name: Skadi (age 2, female, born in winter)
Description:
Build: The woman is built like a one would expect when she is named from the goddess of winter. She is not a delicate little creature, but instead is a tall lupine with defined muscles wrapping around her long legs and well sculpted shoulders. Her shoulders are not broad like those of a male, but neither are they petite, they're right in the middle. She looks like a warrior, like the best of huntress' and that is what she is. Her cranium is not a delicate thing either, it is large and sharp featured, her regal jaws powerful and armed with large pearl razors. Sultry curves define her feminine frame, her thick coat sleek against her body. Broad paws would carry her bulk over the snow that might cover the land, and should cover it well to meet her preferences. She is an immense woman, standing at the tallest a wolf can possibly be, at 42 inches. One could call her beautiful, simply basing opinions off of her body alone, and they would not be far from the mark.
Colourings: Like her half sister S'alkrie, the winter goddess carries no pigment in her thick fur or her eyes. The rosy hue of her flesh can be seen through the thick silvery tresses of her coat, an alluring tinge to the divine snow lupine. Her large eyes, perched upon soft, well sculpted cheekbones, are the purest of rubies. The light that surrounds her can alter the appearance of their colour, from a soft pink to a deep crimson. Her pigment-less sensor is the only part of her which can truly suffer in the cold, but her steaming breath keeps it from freezing entirely. Scars smatter the lower halves of her forelegs, from battles she brought upon herself. Most are slash marks from teeth, but there are some bite wounds hidden beneath her thick fur.
Personality:
The woman is like winter, cold and beautiful at the same time. However, she is not entirely as winter bound as her name suggests, she can be the kindest of wolves, treating everyone she meets with the proper respect and sometimes feeling quite playful. She loves her family, though she only has her mother and siblings because if she were to seek out her father and the rest of her family, they would attack her. So the ones she does meet she is devoted to, and will care for them as much as they desire, but if they wish for her to leave them be, she will do so as well. She is noble, and holds herself as such, walking with grace that only royalty may earn. She does not believe herself above others, but she does not see herself as quite the equal to every wolf or creature she meets. Certain people just seem, weak. She will easily speak to even her superiors as they are equals, because she believes herself to be below no one, no man, no woman, not even the gods above. She is outspoken and bold, impavid and she loves the cold. She can be quite shut out, barriers covering her heart because she knows how big and bad the world is. She can be unpredictable, and sometimes even surprises herself, not that anyone could see it if her tongue got ahead of her brain. When she finds someone, she will never abandon them, no matter how deep down the rabbit hole they fall, or how close to Hel's grasp they come. She is devoted to those she choses to hand a piece of herself to, and will only betray them if the consequences are dire and that person is slowly losing their worth for her loyalty. She is quite playful as well, and would enjoy going out for a run with a few other wolves, or out for a hunt, or even just lazing about and having laughs with friends. Which brings up the question of her social abilities, and the answer is that she is quite social. She can easily make friends, and accepts others for who they are with little to no problem, because the gods have created everyone to be different, and to judge the work of the gods is pure madness. Her mood depends entirely on her impression of the person she talks to, and she can be quite easygoing at times, especially around family.
Plans/ if any: She will have come to Alacritis seeking S'alkrie, and will become a sort of role model and protector to her as she grows.
Any problems they may have: I think I'll just keep her decently sane, prone to occasional temper tantrums from keeping her emotions hidden so often?
Rp sample: The pale woman had been waiting for this her whole life, ever since her mother began to worry about her growth. She was taller than her beloved mom, which was quite difficult for one to achieve. So now, she came to see her father. Her mother had warned her not to, have forbidden her to seek out her sire. But now her mother had no control over her, she was old enough to leave and seek out her own life. She could smell scent markers, and she knew they belonged to her father. Standing tall on the borders, the winter giant lifted her cranium to the skies and let out a loud, resounding call. It was for her father only, and everyone within six miles knew it. She could hear his footsteps in the brush, and she was ready.
"Who dares to stand upon my borders?" the dark furred man growled, his mismatched eyes filled with hate. "Impure one, leave before I kill you." he snarled as he glared at her, taking in her pale appearance. What was wrong with her lack of pigment?
"I am far from impure, and you made me this way." the rosy femme snarled, flattening her audits against her skull in warning. Her head remained high, her crimson gaze levelled upon the much smaller man.
"You speak lies, mongrel, now leave." he growled, though deep in his mismatched eyes she could see the flickering of fear. Long silvery banner swept across her tall heels a few times, and she shook her head in reply. With no hesitation, her sire leapt at her and aimed to snap his teeth at her throat. Rearing up, immense forelegs would raise to fend him off. The battle would ensue, him blindly snapping at her, and her well muscled forelegs were brought down each time like a horse defending itself. Soon she had him pinned, a single massive paw on his chest as he slashed at her chest with his claws. Futile really, her legs were much longer than his and his claws touched nothing.
"Mother was right." Skadi growled, and smashed her paw into his temple, making his body go slack as he went unconscious. Lifting her paw off of him, she walked away, heading in the direction in which she could smell the faintest trace of a pup. An outcast? That wasn't right... She thought to herself as she followed it to wherever it may lead.
Name: Skadi (age 2, female, born in winter)
Description:
Build: The woman is built like a one would expect when she is named from the goddess of winter. She is not a delicate little creature, but instead is a tall lupine with defined muscles wrapping around her long legs and well sculpted shoulders. Her shoulders are not broad like those of a male, but neither are they petite, they're right in the middle. She looks like a warrior, like the best of huntress' and that is what she is. Her cranium is not a delicate thing either, it is large and sharp featured, her regal jaws powerful and armed with large pearl razors. Sultry curves define her feminine frame, her thick coat sleek against her body. Broad paws would carry her bulk over the snow that might cover the land, and should cover it well to meet her preferences. She is an immense woman, standing at the tallest a wolf can possibly be, at 42 inches. One could call her beautiful, simply basing opinions off of her body alone, and they would not be far from the mark.
Colourings: Like her half sister S'alkrie, the winter goddess carries no pigment in her thick fur or her eyes. The rosy hue of her flesh can be seen through the thick silvery tresses of her coat, an alluring tinge to the divine snow lupine. Her large eyes, perched upon soft, well sculpted cheekbones, are the purest of rubies. The light that surrounds her can alter the appearance of their colour, from a soft pink to a deep crimson. Her pigment-less sensor is the only part of her which can truly suffer in the cold, but her steaming breath keeps it from freezing entirely. Scars smatter the lower halves of her forelegs, from battles she brought upon herself. Most are slash marks from teeth, but there are some bite wounds hidden beneath her thick fur.
Personality:
The woman is like winter, cold and beautiful at the same time. However, she is not entirely as winter bound as her name suggests, she can be the kindest of wolves, treating everyone she meets with the proper respect and sometimes feeling quite playful. She loves her family, though she only has her mother and siblings because if she were to seek out her father and the rest of her family, they would attack her. So the ones she does meet she is devoted to, and will care for them as much as they desire, but if they wish for her to leave them be, she will do so as well. She is noble, and holds herself as such, walking with grace that only royalty may earn. She does not believe herself above others, but she does not see herself as quite the equal to every wolf or creature she meets. Certain people just seem, weak. She will easily speak to even her superiors as they are equals, because she believes herself to be below no one, no man, no woman, not even the gods above. She is outspoken and bold, impavid and she loves the cold. She can be quite shut out, barriers covering her heart because she knows how big and bad the world is. She can be unpredictable, and sometimes even surprises herself, not that anyone could see it if her tongue got ahead of her brain. When she finds someone, she will never abandon them, no matter how deep down the rabbit hole they fall, or how close to Hel's grasp they come. She is devoted to those she choses to hand a piece of herself to, and will only betray them if the consequences are dire and that person is slowly losing their worth for her loyalty. She is quite playful as well, and would enjoy going out for a run with a few other wolves, or out for a hunt, or even just lazing about and having laughs with friends. Which brings up the question of her social abilities, and the answer is that she is quite social. She can easily make friends, and accepts others for who they are with little to no problem, because the gods have created everyone to be different, and to judge the work of the gods is pure madness. Her mood depends entirely on her impression of the person she talks to, and she can be quite easygoing at times, especially around family.
Plans/ if any: She will have come to Alacritis seeking S'alkrie, and will become a sort of role model and protector to her as she grows.
Any problems they may have: I think I'll just keep her decently sane, prone to occasional temper tantrums from keeping her emotions hidden so often?
Rp sample: The pale woman had been waiting for this her whole life, ever since her mother began to worry about her growth. She was taller than her beloved mom, which was quite difficult for one to achieve. So now, she came to see her father. Her mother had warned her not to, have forbidden her to seek out her sire. But now her mother had no control over her, she was old enough to leave and seek out her own life. She could smell scent markers, and she knew they belonged to her father. Standing tall on the borders, the winter giant lifted her cranium to the skies and let out a loud, resounding call. It was for her father only, and everyone within six miles knew it. She could hear his footsteps in the brush, and she was ready.
"Who dares to stand upon my borders?" the dark furred man growled, his mismatched eyes filled with hate. "Impure one, leave before I kill you." he snarled as he glared at her, taking in her pale appearance. What was wrong with her lack of pigment?
"I am far from impure, and you made me this way." the rosy femme snarled, flattening her audits against her skull in warning. Her head remained high, her crimson gaze levelled upon the much smaller man.
"You speak lies, mongrel, now leave." he growled, though deep in his mismatched eyes she could see the flickering of fear. Long silvery banner swept across her tall heels a few times, and she shook her head in reply. With no hesitation, her sire leapt at her and aimed to snap his teeth at her throat. Rearing up, immense forelegs would raise to fend him off. The battle would ensue, him blindly snapping at her, and her well muscled forelegs were brought down each time like a horse defending itself. Soon she had him pinned, a single massive paw on his chest as he slashed at her chest with his claws. Futile really, her legs were much longer than his and his claws touched nothing.
"Mother was right." Skadi growled, and smashed her paw into his temple, making his body go slack as he went unconscious. Lifting her paw off of him, she walked away, heading in the direction in which she could smell the faintest trace of a pup. An outcast? That wasn't right... She thought to herself as she followed it to wherever it may lead.