Post by SONG on Mar 4, 2012 19:46:04 GMT -5
PRICT
"IT'S JUST ANOTHER CALCULATION"
"IT'S JUST ANOTHER CALCULATION"
NAME • Prict ey Lahunte
SPECIES • Wolf
BREED • Grey Wolf
AGE • 3 years
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Heterosexual
PERSONALITY •Prict sees deadlines as elastic. She is good at working directly on something. She values realism and common sense. If it works fine, then there is no reason to change it. Prict believe feelings are valid only if they are logical. She likes to follow a practical approach. She is planned and structured. Prict trusts facts, concrete examples and proof. She is capable of shutting out distractions in order to take a practical, logical approach to her endeavors, and is able to make the tough decisions that other types avoid. Despite Prict’s dependability and good intentions, however, she can experience difficulty in understanding and responding to the emotional needs of others.
It is more important to be diplomatic than truthful. Some people may see Prict as heartless, insensitive or uncaring. She likes to make a sacrifice in the present when she can see that it will improve things in the future. Her goals are open-ended and subject to change as new information become available. She loves to be in the midst of the action. Prict is energized by spending time alone. She acts first and then think. When she walks in the forest, she loves to smell the woods and the feel the breeze on her face. She has strong analytical skills.
LIKES • Forests, Warmth, Safety, Being alone, Structure
DISLIKES • Open, unprotected places, Weak
WEAKNESSES • Aggressive, Brutally honest
STRENGTHS • Direct, Ability to adapt, Calculation
FEARS • Death
APPEARANCE •Prict is far different from others of her kind. Unique, perhaps. This is the result of being the offspring of a gray and arctic wolf - her pelt is entwined into a pure, dull color that is some mix between grey and brown. The thickness she has inherited from her parents as well, enabling Prict to travel far and wide with the exception of time. Her eyes are the color of the sky on a cloudless day - deep and lustrous, threatening to pull you into chasm of her gaze - with long lashes.
The wolfs' ears are drawn to a point, fur protecting her from loud sounds. She is built petite and lean, lighter then males. Her bones are hollow - almost as frail as a birds'.
PELT COLOR • An ashy gray mix with brown and a lighter color underneath - on the belly.
EYE COLOR • A light and frothy sky-blue with gold flecks.
HEIGHT • 13 inches at the shoulder.
WEIGHT • 62 pounds
BUILD • Petite and lean under her coat, she has alot of endurance but not as much strength.
SCARS? • N/A
MARKINGS • A crescent shaped birthmark on her thigh colored slightly darker then her pelt.
HISTORY •Prict fought tooth and nail to stay alive. She swam for days on end, refusing to give up. Leaving behind the waste land that was her home and giving into the fear-filled sense of survival, Prict didn't remember anything of those 2 days besides the crisp corpses of the weak around her. Stepping on the island had brought back some sense. Prict ignored her shivers and the yelling animals around her. There was no one left for her to call. She walked off the beach and into the forest before her.
There were plenty of rabbit and fish. More then Prict had ever seen before. It wasn't hard for her to intimidate some fox out of its hole and take it as her own. She stayed down there as long as the other animals passed by in their search to begin a new life. If anybody settled too close, Prict left. She wanders about the Island, becoming a sort of a scholar with the knowledge she has obtained from the piece of geography.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE •[It's kind of short, but one of the more recent posts.]
Tanner grinned boldly as he spotted Rei standing at the doorway of the faded red barn with Cloud. He jogged up the rest of the hill - his hair shining golden under the beaming sun. "Ready to do some work? Slowing to a walk, Tanner looked over the field in dismay. It would take all day in the least to pull all the weeds from the ground. However, he would stay as long as he had to in order to make life easier for Rei and her grandfather.
Tanner patted the mare's side. "How's life?" He asked her, his face reflecting loyalty. Tanner enjoyed his friendship with Rei. They had much to relate towards and she could be as fiercly competitive as he, which made for good races. The boy was dressed in simplicity - a thin cotton shirt died blue, worn jeans and boots. His leather boots were a trademark. It seemed Tanner went everywhere with them.
He glanced up at Rei, a faint blush on his cheeks as he looked at her face. The irregularly placed freckles scattered under her olive green eyes made Tanner grin. He adverted his eyes after a minute, awkardly returning his gaze to the horse. Tanner moved to Cloud's head and eased her into the collar, clicking his teeth softly. He was careful not to force the mare into the equipment - she would be sure to spook. Then Tanner lifted the harness over her and tightened it. "She's all ready."
