Post by Catalina on May 11, 2007 21:49:21 GMT -5
{{ 'Ello, all. I'm Catalina. Not really, but that's my character's name, so that's what you should call me, savvy? So. Yes. Here's my character's information. I'll probably make another character as well, later, once the role play is up and running. By the way, Arien, do we have a plot yet? 0.o }}
Name: Catalina
Nickname: Tal (Pronounced with a short a, like in pal.)
Gender: Female
Age: 2 1/2 Cycles
Description, History, and Family (Because I pwn like that):
She had always had a family, always had a home. But she wanted so much more than that. The young female wolf sometimes got tired of seeing the same landscape, the same wolves, every day of her life, and hated the idea of doing so until it ended. Catalina, she was named, but everyone who knew her well called her Tal. She wasn't extremely feminine at first glance. She was the same size, and she was slender, but her markings weren't light and beautiful like her mothers. Her pelt was several shades of grey, the darkest shades atop her head, while the rest of her coat held no orginization whatsoever. The shades of grey changed randomly and as they pleased, through to her mostly-white tail with a storm grey tip. Her legs, chest, and underbelly were a soft white, and her eyes a lively, stubborn and slightly proud golden brown.
Tal had never been one for family. She was one of three in her mother's only litter, and spent most of her time alone or with her brothers, fighting and playing as often as she could. She had a life, and she was going to enjoy it, but that didn't mean her life was entirely carefree.
There was always the history of the river, hence her pack's name, El Rio Triste, to remind her that life wasn't all fun. There had been a family split of some kind, so long ago that no one remembered how it began, but continued to fight with the other side of the river nontheless. Some kind of vow a few siblings had made a long, long time ago. A bit of silliness, really, in her firm opinion.
Tal knew, however, that it was dangerous on the other side, that she could be killed without hesitation. And that was what drew her curiosity. Even if it killed her, she needed to find out who and what was on the other side, without the aid of the constant battles and intrusions.
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Name: Catalina
Nickname: Tal (Pronounced with a short a, like in pal.)
Gender: Female
Age: 2 1/2 Cycles
Description, History, and Family (Because I pwn like that):
She had always had a family, always had a home. But she wanted so much more than that. The young female wolf sometimes got tired of seeing the same landscape, the same wolves, every day of her life, and hated the idea of doing so until it ended. Catalina, she was named, but everyone who knew her well called her Tal. She wasn't extremely feminine at first glance. She was the same size, and she was slender, but her markings weren't light and beautiful like her mothers. Her pelt was several shades of grey, the darkest shades atop her head, while the rest of her coat held no orginization whatsoever. The shades of grey changed randomly and as they pleased, through to her mostly-white tail with a storm grey tip. Her legs, chest, and underbelly were a soft white, and her eyes a lively, stubborn and slightly proud golden brown.
Tal had never been one for family. She was one of three in her mother's only litter, and spent most of her time alone or with her brothers, fighting and playing as often as she could. She had a life, and she was going to enjoy it, but that didn't mean her life was entirely carefree.
There was always the history of the river, hence her pack's name, El Rio Triste, to remind her that life wasn't all fun. There had been a family split of some kind, so long ago that no one remembered how it began, but continued to fight with the other side of the river nontheless. Some kind of vow a few siblings had made a long, long time ago. A bit of silliness, really, in her firm opinion.
Tal knew, however, that it was dangerous on the other side, that she could be killed without hesitation. And that was what drew her curiosity. Even if it killed her, she needed to find out who and what was on the other side, without the aid of the constant battles and intrusions.
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