Post by ★ C L A S H ★ on Jul 3, 2014 2:18:16 GMT -6
C'mon baby, just a bit harder, won't you?
IC
Name: Clash
Gender: Female
Age: 21 DY (2 years.
Breed: Pitbull, Bull terrier, Husky mix.
Pack: Rotstalker
Rank: Fighter
Personality: Outgoing, sarcastic, rude, flirty towards other females. Often times loud and somewhat obnoxious according to others. Rowdy. Dislikes males. Hates males that view her in any way other than packmate. Easy to anger, but easier to provoke into a fight. Loves a good fight. Masochistic. Loves to be in, or see others in pain.. That is, if they're not 'hers'. She has a habit of claiming the "prettiest"(to her) females as her own, and will protect them from others rather viciously, even when her claimed females want no part of her.
Appearance: Mottled blues and greens make up the most of her pelt coloration in darker and lighter variations. A white underbelly, muzzle, and legs stand out against the other colors. Dark stripes crisscross her upper legs, the ones on her flank having bright green centers. She has teal paw pads, bright green claws, twin tails, and a poofy, multi-colored mane. Her tongue is also teal, and glows with a pale light. Three strange looking tendrils come off of each side of her lips at the very back of her muzzle. The tips of these glow bright green. Her eyes, which have a black sclera, are rimmed with green, and quickly fade into teal-blue around the pupil. They also glow, sometimes brighter, sometimes very dull, depending on her mood. Her claws also glow very slightly.
The only time this changes is when she is angry or... er...Aroused. At those times her entire body gives off a steamy looking light. (Almost like what a glow stick in a foggy room would look like. )
Left ear is pierced with colorful chain links found in the rubble of the city. She did it herself, having worked the links through the lose skin around the base of her left ear.
Limited Traits: None really.
History: Born and raised in Rotstalker pack. She lost her mother at a very early age, due to illness. Her father was an unknown wanderer, who didn't stick around long enough to see his only pup greet the world. Yep, she was one of those rare single pup births, and named Clash for her immediate will to struggle and fight anything that came in contact with her. After her mother's death, she was raised by the pack as an orphan pup, and pretty much constantly picked on by others. That stopped though, after she started becoming very 'strange'. Showing an odd appreciation for being hurt or seeing others hurt.
Visual Reference: Table.
RP Example:- - -ooc; ~
