Post by jes on Dec 10, 2008 21:24:53 GMT -5
Arya
the character
name: Arya
age: 2 years
gender: Female
pack: Auryn
rank: Pack Member
appearance:breed: Grey Wolf
eyes: Yellow/Amber
pelt: Grey, white, and black
height: 32 inches
weight: 125 lbs
other, A grey hide, but it was also not so grey. White covered her underbelly, while black mixed with the grey on ber spine creating a more darker, smoky color. Arya's eyes shined with a yellow-brown glint.
personality: Arya is a young wolf, however she shows more responsibility than some older than her age. Her father taught her well, and she plans on still being independent, but still longs to be part of a family. Her bubbly attitude is usually what wins her over with others. Yet, quickly she can turn right around and knock you right back on you rump. Her mood changes with the wind patterns, not always staying the same for a long period of time. One moment she is fun-loving, the next Arya’s snarling at you to get away from her. But she has learned to control it and use to her advantage, whether she were hunting or fighting. Often times she does believe that she is better than others, however, in the long run she knows that she still has much to learn. Arya strives for the best, no matter the situation. Whether it be hunting, sparring, playing around, actual combat, or even during a conversation. But if she is wrong, then she will openly say so. But in the long run, Arya is tired of being so lonesome and seeks the family that she has missed while growing up. Searching for the love and attention she craves.
history: Long since has she thought of her past. Looking back all she can she is the blackness of her parent's cave. A loud cry is barely audible over the sounds of growling and barking. The the black is subsided as a faint light glows into the cave's opening. The cry is coming from her as a pup. Arya's small ears pressed down against her skull as she cries for her mother. An adult male comes loping in toward her. She cowers away only to recognize the male as her father. With a small yip of happiness and hope she bounds over to him, quickly getting scooped u[ by the scruff of her neck. She yelps with surprise but quickly hushes. Looking among where she usually played with the other pups, she only eyes dead wolves laying scattered. Three others that are still fighting stop moments after her father and her have ran into the nearby forest. Before the clearing is obscured from her view she eyes her mother...dead. Her sad eyes closed as she fell limp in her father's jaws. From then on it's a lost cause. Her father raises her to become the female her mother once was. Fearless, cunning, and smart. Once she reached a year and a half her father was killed by rogue wolves. She managed to escape, if only by a thread. Now for a half year she has lived only off of the remains of others that have either been left for the crows, or she had killed herself. Now she seeks a family to right what was missing in her life.
lineage:
birthpack: Indigo Wolves
sire: Eragon
dam: Islandi
siblings: Nonethe roleplayer
ooc name: Jes
age: 18
gender: Female
roleplay level: Average
