Post by Flax on Jul 15, 2008 13:42:35 GMT -5
blaidd dwrg
the character
name: blaidd drwg
age: 3 years
gender: female
pack: auryn
rank: pack member
appearance:breed, european/north american mix
eyes, blue
pelt, mottled grey
height, 2'5"
weight, 90lb
other, a swirling line of dark grey coils around one foreleg like a snake. the tip of the line actually looks like a snakes head reared up to attack. slight scarring down legs.
personality: She likes the rain. A stormy day where the heavens can scream open their pleas on the world and take vengeance for all the world has done to it. She admires a wolf who makes an effort. Someone who tries is better than those who don’t put any input in at all. Fair play and the strength one can give towards their pack. Making sure everyone plays their part, does their fair share, and is given a chance. She hates lazy gits that can’t be bothered to help a pack, those who work for their own gain without thought to others at any other point, injustice, dishonesty, and killing for fun.
She is a strong willed wolf, ready to jump to the defence of those who need it. Often, this is the victim of the onslaught – whether they have done right or wrong. Her need for justice in such situations is very apparent, as she often tries to sort out these situations herself, knowing she cannot be swayed easily and liking to hear both sides of the argument before making any rash decisions.
She likes to put an effort in for others she thinks highly of, or to make a situation better than it already is. Often putting herself on the line as she attempts to help others. However, though she tries to help, she often gets it wrong. This is one of the things that leads her to harm herself, blaming herself for everything bad that has happened, believing herself to be a Jinx.
The fact that she gives out love, and never gets any back in return hurts too. She is a wolf who tries to hide the way she takes her emotional pain out on herself, by putting on a brave face, or being sullen and moodified at some points, and more often than not, she may break into tears is something suddenly significant happens – or behind her happy mask.
history: My history. My bloody history. Well. Lets start at the beginning. I was the youngest child of three. The eldest, my brother, Khan, then my sister, Seira, then little old me. They called me the Snake Child, due to the markings down my leg, and dubbed me as to be wary of. Through my life, I tried to help the rest of my pack, somehow relaying I caused more trouble than what I was worth. Everything I did, was wrong. I would jump into the middle of fights, just so I was to get injured instead of anybody else. I found a love. Then he abused me, mentally and physically. Then, inevitably, I ran away. But still, I don’t feel wanted, don’t feel loved. Just a pawn.
But now.
I’m back.
Ready to live my life.
Though I’m still scarred. And there’s no way of stopping what I do to myself. I am strong. It’s time to trust my instincts. Close my eyes, and leap.
Don’t play me at poker. Whatever you do.
And I’m through with playing by the rules of someone elses game.
I wan’t to be part of a pack who wont abuse a situation. As my past gnaws at my heels, making me slightly unstable, I can regain it. And hopefully, I can be me again. And at least, I wont abuse this chance. Like they abused me.
lineage:birth pack, kult
sire, bryn
dam, merian
siblings, khan, serianthe roleplayer
ooc name: flax
age: 16
gender: female
roleplay level: semi-literate
