Post by Thorn on May 28, 2006 4:21:52 GMT -5
Full Name: Destiny Autumn Blitz
Pronunciation: des-tin-e aw-tum-ne bl-it-z
Gender: Female
Age: The summers
Main Family: Dead or soemwhere in the world {check history}
Appearance: At first glance, Destiny radiates an aura that instantaneously warns you that she is not to be reckoned with. While not intimidatingly massive, her stealth and her fiercely elegant and lithe physique that can dance through spars like a dragon makes up for brawn. She is around the normal height, length and weight for her gender, and her fluffed coat is deceiving to the eye, giving off the insecurity that the she-wolf is muscular. That Destiny is, in a way -- rather than being bulky, the pregnant dog is comprised of woven steel. Standing tall and regal as a vagabond, she is not unlikely to hulk or seem to hunker so that her towering shoulder blades protrude from her heavy pelt and glower. She has a grace that is not flowing like liquid silver but stalky, with somewhat stiff yet grand. Perhaps she is somewhat willowy and slender, but not incapable of flaunting her stuff.
She sticks true with the Timber Wolf colouration, I can tell you that much. Destiny's pelt is both extensive and intricate, dappled with the colours of the woods so she can mold in easily with such common background. Her fur is feathered, commonly ruffled and bristled. The whole thing ripples if her bod does, gently fluttering the fluffy coat. That was obviously inherited by her father, and has more of the same quality -- soft as downy feathers, if stoked with the tip of a finger it must feel silken, look glossed and almost waterproof. Though Crux was of more grey hues, one of his eldest daughters is timbered with tawnies, browns, tans, greys, creams, blacks, and whites. Her muzzle is slender though holds a rough rectangular shape, with a bulbous charcoal nose and lips and chin. Teeth, often exposed when threatened (which she feels like a lot), are a clean white, fangs like daggers. The eyes are rounded but commonly narrowed with malice, stained the hue of dark green. Around her façade in a mask around her eyes and throat it is tanned, then darkens abruptly to earthy browns. Flecked with bits of white, this timbered pattern becomes more dramatic on her furry nape. Destiny's legs are long with creamy tawny stockings, growing lighter as the fur cascades down her pillar-like limbs. Her main body is a mixture of greyish brown. Her tail is bushy caterpillar, dipped in white and cut off from the rest of it with a trim of ebony, and goes down to the knobby joints of her hindlimbs. A wild beauty, marred by instinct and ferociousness.
Personality: - - - >. D i f f e r e n t
Certainly an interesting young female, Destiny is far from your 'normal' she-wolf. Not especially femine, she doesn't care much for things such as looks or charms. One would never catch her flirting - the word isn't even in her vocabulary. She isn't particularly masculine, either. One could say that she is simply Destiny.
- - - >. E c c e n t r i c
She has a special taste for all things bright and loud. If it stands out - she likes it, and this goes for other wolves, as well. She holds severe distaste for social norms, such as small talk and tact. It is guaranteed that if she is pushed towards the left she'll strain towards the right. If she's put down, she'll fight to stand back up. It is in her nature to do the opposite of what is expected of her - not because she's bitter or looking for attention, it is simply how she is.
- - - >. M e t a p h o r i c a l
While not the sort to engage in verbal banters full of witty comebacks and hidden insults, Destiny loves speaking in metaphors. She has a symbol that stands for everything, and she doesn't always remember to explain what each symbol means when she mentions it, and so her words often seem like pointless babble to others. She is the same way about expressing her emotions. She is anything but straightforward.
- - - >. S p o n t a n e o u s . & . W h i m s i c a l
Hardly any thought is given towards what she will do from one day to the next. She prefers to live life by the moment. Her motto might as well be "I'll cross that bridge when I get to it." Not only is she spontaneous in actions, but also in words. It is not unusual for those she is conversing with to have a difficult time keeping up with the way she leaps from one subject to another. Her mind is active and her imagination colorful. The metaphors undoubtedly make her all the more enigmatic and downright confusing.
- - - >. S e n t i m e n t a l . & . C o m p a s s i o n a t e
Though unpredictable, one can always count on Destiny to be the first to shed tears during the midst of a sorrowful situation, and quick to grow excited and angry when cornered or put down. There are also times when she might express extreme giddiness or glee when the situation only really calls for smiles and perhaps light laughter. She is sensitive to other's emotions, and when she picks up on emotional pain she is quick to lend her shoulder to lean on or cry into.
History:
Destiny was born with four other siblings in a pack called Hidden Creek. At the time of her birth a war was raging between the Urikaii and the Hidden Creek Wolf pack. To make matters worse, her father was Alpha of the Urikaii and her mother, a member of the opposing pack. While Destiny did her best to stay away from the chaotic matters, her siblings plunged head first into them. As a pup she often played by herself or with Malachi, her only brother who also wished to stay away from war confrontations. Running Shadow and Vingt had both taken up the role of heirs to help their father, while Trinity joined Hidden Creek with her mother. A family feud became inevitable, and along the way Vingt was ‘proclaimed’ dead after a bear incident. Destiny fell into a cold hearted depression, and as the Alpha of Hidden creek also lost a son, the war fell to a truce. This did not however, end the rivalry. Now a pre-teen, Malachi and Destiny grew sick and tired of their fellow pack members, as well as the pack lands, therefore fled Hidden Creek. They were raised by their aunt, Dagger, until young adult hood, in which the two siblings finally separated. Malachi would never be seen again, where as Destiny found herself unable to stay away. She was drawn into the madness and peace, and returned to Hidden Creek with her Aunt. It was there that she would find her brothers, Running Shadow and Vingt once more.
Vingt seemed to be obsessed with the wolfess (and by the life of me I cannot remember her name), however she loved the Alpha’s eldest on Locke. Furious, Vingt drew Shadow and Des into a scheme to kill the wolf. Days later, Shadow and Vingt came upon the two and kept them in place, meanwhile Destiny was off. Eventually she found her target – a grizzle bear. She provoked the bear and injured herself severely. Thus, ran. The bear fell suit and soon enough the raging beast came upon the other four. Without hesitation, Shadow and Destiny fled, Vingt stayed to protect his wolfess though. Locke, wishing to draw the bear away attempted to attack the grizzly. But in the end, he was no match. The bear murdered Locke and sent the wolfess into a sorrowful frenzy. Destiny never saw or heard of the wolfess again. Having come home though, she was not quick to leave again. Instead she made her stead, and one evening in the Ivy Dale came across an unknown brute. They both fell to instinctive natures and bred. Never expecting to see him again Destiny went on with her life, only to discover a few months later that she was with pups. Unbeknownst to her that the same male also made home just east of her own, in Ogden Woods. She gave birth early fall, during a storm, and worse not in her den – but by the Twin Lakes. Delirious and confused she put three of her five pups in the brush, and was later discovered by the brute himself. She then learned his name was Massacre. He took Destiny and the pups to his den to care for them, and later found out about the other three once there. He went back to retrieve his other offspring and for once Destiny found a moment of peace.
The two became mates, and for what seemed like happiness, Destiny was soon to find out Massacre was unable to control his instinctive urges, not only with her, but others as well. By now her young were nearly old enough to be on their own, and after a rather large dispute with him, he left. Destiny grew angry, saddened and later nothing more than emotionless. She bore a second litter, just months after Massacre left, and as spiteful as she was, hid all knowledge of the young from him. Deciding it best to leave Hidden Creek once and for all, she left with her newborn pups. She lived a rogue mother as her pups began to grow, but at 12 weeks old Destiny knew she couldn’t always be with them. She sought out her aunt and left the young with her. Less than a month later she came left rogue lands to start again. Coming across none other, then the Oracular Forest territory.
Picture: None fore the moment
Pronunciation: des-tin-e aw-tum-ne bl-it-z
Gender: Female
Age: The summers
Main Family: Dead or soemwhere in the world {check history}
Appearance: At first glance, Destiny radiates an aura that instantaneously warns you that she is not to be reckoned with. While not intimidatingly massive, her stealth and her fiercely elegant and lithe physique that can dance through spars like a dragon makes up for brawn. She is around the normal height, length and weight for her gender, and her fluffed coat is deceiving to the eye, giving off the insecurity that the she-wolf is muscular. That Destiny is, in a way -- rather than being bulky, the pregnant dog is comprised of woven steel. Standing tall and regal as a vagabond, she is not unlikely to hulk or seem to hunker so that her towering shoulder blades protrude from her heavy pelt and glower. She has a grace that is not flowing like liquid silver but stalky, with somewhat stiff yet grand. Perhaps she is somewhat willowy and slender, but not incapable of flaunting her stuff.
She sticks true with the Timber Wolf colouration, I can tell you that much. Destiny's pelt is both extensive and intricate, dappled with the colours of the woods so she can mold in easily with such common background. Her fur is feathered, commonly ruffled and bristled. The whole thing ripples if her bod does, gently fluttering the fluffy coat. That was obviously inherited by her father, and has more of the same quality -- soft as downy feathers, if stoked with the tip of a finger it must feel silken, look glossed and almost waterproof. Though Crux was of more grey hues, one of his eldest daughters is timbered with tawnies, browns, tans, greys, creams, blacks, and whites. Her muzzle is slender though holds a rough rectangular shape, with a bulbous charcoal nose and lips and chin. Teeth, often exposed when threatened (which she feels like a lot), are a clean white, fangs like daggers. The eyes are rounded but commonly narrowed with malice, stained the hue of dark green. Around her façade in a mask around her eyes and throat it is tanned, then darkens abruptly to earthy browns. Flecked with bits of white, this timbered pattern becomes more dramatic on her furry nape. Destiny's legs are long with creamy tawny stockings, growing lighter as the fur cascades down her pillar-like limbs. Her main body is a mixture of greyish brown. Her tail is bushy caterpillar, dipped in white and cut off from the rest of it with a trim of ebony, and goes down to the knobby joints of her hindlimbs. A wild beauty, marred by instinct and ferociousness.
Personality: - - - >. D i f f e r e n t
Certainly an interesting young female, Destiny is far from your 'normal' she-wolf. Not especially femine, she doesn't care much for things such as looks or charms. One would never catch her flirting - the word isn't even in her vocabulary. She isn't particularly masculine, either. One could say that she is simply Destiny.
- - - >. E c c e n t r i c
She has a special taste for all things bright and loud. If it stands out - she likes it, and this goes for other wolves, as well. She holds severe distaste for social norms, such as small talk and tact. It is guaranteed that if she is pushed towards the left she'll strain towards the right. If she's put down, she'll fight to stand back up. It is in her nature to do the opposite of what is expected of her - not because she's bitter or looking for attention, it is simply how she is.
- - - >. M e t a p h o r i c a l
While not the sort to engage in verbal banters full of witty comebacks and hidden insults, Destiny loves speaking in metaphors. She has a symbol that stands for everything, and she doesn't always remember to explain what each symbol means when she mentions it, and so her words often seem like pointless babble to others. She is the same way about expressing her emotions. She is anything but straightforward.
- - - >. S p o n t a n e o u s . & . W h i m s i c a l
Hardly any thought is given towards what she will do from one day to the next. She prefers to live life by the moment. Her motto might as well be "I'll cross that bridge when I get to it." Not only is she spontaneous in actions, but also in words. It is not unusual for those she is conversing with to have a difficult time keeping up with the way she leaps from one subject to another. Her mind is active and her imagination colorful. The metaphors undoubtedly make her all the more enigmatic and downright confusing.
- - - >. S e n t i m e n t a l . & . C o m p a s s i o n a t e
Though unpredictable, one can always count on Destiny to be the first to shed tears during the midst of a sorrowful situation, and quick to grow excited and angry when cornered or put down. There are also times when she might express extreme giddiness or glee when the situation only really calls for smiles and perhaps light laughter. She is sensitive to other's emotions, and when she picks up on emotional pain she is quick to lend her shoulder to lean on or cry into.
History:
Destiny was born with four other siblings in a pack called Hidden Creek. At the time of her birth a war was raging between the Urikaii and the Hidden Creek Wolf pack. To make matters worse, her father was Alpha of the Urikaii and her mother, a member of the opposing pack. While Destiny did her best to stay away from the chaotic matters, her siblings plunged head first into them. As a pup she often played by herself or with Malachi, her only brother who also wished to stay away from war confrontations. Running Shadow and Vingt had both taken up the role of heirs to help their father, while Trinity joined Hidden Creek with her mother. A family feud became inevitable, and along the way Vingt was ‘proclaimed’ dead after a bear incident. Destiny fell into a cold hearted depression, and as the Alpha of Hidden creek also lost a son, the war fell to a truce. This did not however, end the rivalry. Now a pre-teen, Malachi and Destiny grew sick and tired of their fellow pack members, as well as the pack lands, therefore fled Hidden Creek. They were raised by their aunt, Dagger, until young adult hood, in which the two siblings finally separated. Malachi would never be seen again, where as Destiny found herself unable to stay away. She was drawn into the madness and peace, and returned to Hidden Creek with her Aunt. It was there that she would find her brothers, Running Shadow and Vingt once more.
Vingt seemed to be obsessed with the wolfess (and by the life of me I cannot remember her name), however she loved the Alpha’s eldest on Locke. Furious, Vingt drew Shadow and Des into a scheme to kill the wolf. Days later, Shadow and Vingt came upon the two and kept them in place, meanwhile Destiny was off. Eventually she found her target – a grizzle bear. She provoked the bear and injured herself severely. Thus, ran. The bear fell suit and soon enough the raging beast came upon the other four. Without hesitation, Shadow and Destiny fled, Vingt stayed to protect his wolfess though. Locke, wishing to draw the bear away attempted to attack the grizzly. But in the end, he was no match. The bear murdered Locke and sent the wolfess into a sorrowful frenzy. Destiny never saw or heard of the wolfess again. Having come home though, she was not quick to leave again. Instead she made her stead, and one evening in the Ivy Dale came across an unknown brute. They both fell to instinctive natures and bred. Never expecting to see him again Destiny went on with her life, only to discover a few months later that she was with pups. Unbeknownst to her that the same male also made home just east of her own, in Ogden Woods. She gave birth early fall, during a storm, and worse not in her den – but by the Twin Lakes. Delirious and confused she put three of her five pups in the brush, and was later discovered by the brute himself. She then learned his name was Massacre. He took Destiny and the pups to his den to care for them, and later found out about the other three once there. He went back to retrieve his other offspring and for once Destiny found a moment of peace.
The two became mates, and for what seemed like happiness, Destiny was soon to find out Massacre was unable to control his instinctive urges, not only with her, but others as well. By now her young were nearly old enough to be on their own, and after a rather large dispute with him, he left. Destiny grew angry, saddened and later nothing more than emotionless. She bore a second litter, just months after Massacre left, and as spiteful as she was, hid all knowledge of the young from him. Deciding it best to leave Hidden Creek once and for all, she left with her newborn pups. She lived a rogue mother as her pups began to grow, but at 12 weeks old Destiny knew she couldn’t always be with them. She sought out her aunt and left the young with her. Less than a month later she came left rogue lands to start again. Coming across none other, then the Oracular Forest territory.
Picture: None fore the moment
