Post by Morte on Jul 10, 2014 4:19:15 GMT -6
OOC
Player: Phoenix
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Contact: ----
IC
Name: Morte
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown, pup
Breed: Schnauzer
Pack: Rotstalker
Rank: Pup
Personality:
A fierce, hard, cold pup, Morte can unnerve the most senior of fighters with her trademark steely stare. She goes around with her head held high, easy to anger and quick to start a fight, thinking that she owns everything. But if you dig deep enough, you may find Morte's true self - a kind-hearted, caring, intelligent little beastie.
Appearance: A salt and pepper schnauzer with black eyes and a skull-shaped mark on her chest.
Limited Traits: [what?]
History:
Morte was born with normal parents and a normal sister. Her mother was Frost, and her father was Blade. Her sister was Sapphire. Soon after Morte and Sapphire were born, their mother died, leaving Blade to train the pups. Blade raised the sisters to become fierce, hard and cold. Soon after, he was murdered by another wolf, presumably from the Fawnstalker pack. That's why, when Sapphire ran away from Morte because of her mark, the salt and pepper schnauzer chose the Rotstalker pack.
Visual Reference:
N/A
RP Example:
SHE padded through the woods, shivering. The wind was howling so loudly, she winced whenever the breeze blew over her salt and pepper pelt. Shaking out her fur, she trotted along, trying to warm herself up. A noise made her whirl around and narrow my eyes. "Who's there?" She barked sharply, sitting down. "Show yourself!" The silhouette's shadow swirled, then a pup stepped out of the shadows."Me? I am Sapphire."Morte wasn't impressed, and she wasn't surprised. But... she felt like she knew this pup. "Greetings, Sapphire. I am Morte." She expressed her name forcefully. Sapphire's eyes widened."M-Mort-te?"She asked, eyes glazing over in fear. "Yes." She said. Morte knew she remembered this pup. Sapphire was her sister. Her younger sister that was frightened of her."M-Morte. My s-sister..."She said. The schnauzer felt a feeling rise up in her chest... one she liked. This was what she wanted. She wanted all dogs to fear her. Morte. Death. She snarled, crouching. "Get out of my sight." Sapphire bolted.
