Post by SpiritualisticKaw on Apr 24, 2011 23:00:00 GMT -5
Name: Spiritualist
Species: Grey wolf x lycanthrope
Special Ability, if any: Spirit, while being part feral wolf, mostly resembles the lycan/werewolf that is in her blood. While she normally prefers to walk on four feet, as it is easier to maneuver, run, etc. it IS possible for her to stand up on her back legs. Also thanks to her lycan side, she does have hands with opposabe thumbs, which allow her to pick things up with them.
Abnormalities in Physical Features: Though she is able to stand on her back legs, she can only for shortened periods of time. It is extremely awkward for her, as she is only part lycan. She is not able to run on her back legs only. On all fours, because her back legs are elongated, she walks hunch-backed.
Height: When standing, 5'5. When on all fours, around 3'5 or so. Give or take, too lazy to do the math haha.
Weight: 150lbs
Build: She is slim, with averaged muscle. Because of her normal wolf heritage, she lacks the body mass of full-blooded weres.
Limitations: Cannot stand on her back legs for long periods of time, she is very slim compared to most werewolves.
Weakness's: No particular weaknesses, unless you include what I mentioned above. Though, she is extremely docile in nature. She much prefers talking things out to physical arguments.
Reference, (if applicable): Not yet; she is just grey in color with tribal markings, beads throughout her fur, and tribal accessories.
Rp sample: Haven't roleplayed her in a while, lost all logfiles when I got a new computer. Hopefully one from a non-were alt will suffice, just so you know my rp style? This is Kaw, btw lol.
From a plot that was gonna be with Miatanae, just never carried out.
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Bred from generations of cut-throats and marauders, Hut had quite the reputation to uphold. She bore the finest skills in battle, the hottest temper, and the devilish impulse to mar any who opposed her reigning authority. Having finally clawed her way to the top of the hierarchy in her pack, she was highly displeased to find that one of her own had a soft spot for others; he didn’t listen, he was stubborn. When told to kill he would try his best to avoid the order, and finally Hut had grown agitated with his insubordination and made it her mission to dispose of this filth. And so the day came that he defected and ran from the pack one evening when no one was watching, and Hut counted down the days until she saw it fit to find and chastise him. Her feet slammed into the earth, her husky frame sprinting into the night, her eyes rolling in their sockets as she observed all within her line of vision. She knew Miatanae would be close by, and so she would search relentlessly until the job had been completed. Hut finally stopped now, chapped lips curling inward as she observed the scene before her – There stood her worthless son, along with some cur at his side. She remained quiet at first, the muscles in her legs quivering with anticipation as she stood stagnant. Her jaw unhinged to allow her tongue to wipe across two layers of a once hidden battalion of weaponry, securely fashioned within pink gums. Finally her jowls snapped shut with a sickly crunch. “You worthless filth.” She hissed, drool seeping out from between gaps in her teeth. “You thought you could run away, didn’t you? You are a disappointment. Insignificant scum, not fit to even be dubbed a son of mine.” She took a few steps forward, eyeballing the both of them. “Now I see you’ve run to another pack, and a pathetic one at that. You never learned a thing from me, you were a stubborn mule, supremacy is everything. Your compassion will be your ultimate demise.” Hut began to pace from side to side in quick, short strides, her gaze still dancing from Miatanae to Starlynn. “And look, what do we have here? A tramp at your side. How endearing.” A cackle burst from her lips, and she now grew silent.
Also, complete polar opposite from Spirit's nature! Seriously D:
Anything else we should know?: Nuuup.
Species: Grey wolf x lycanthrope
Special Ability, if any: Spirit, while being part feral wolf, mostly resembles the lycan/werewolf that is in her blood. While she normally prefers to walk on four feet, as it is easier to maneuver, run, etc. it IS possible for her to stand up on her back legs. Also thanks to her lycan side, she does have hands with opposabe thumbs, which allow her to pick things up with them.
Abnormalities in Physical Features: Though she is able to stand on her back legs, she can only for shortened periods of time. It is extremely awkward for her, as she is only part lycan. She is not able to run on her back legs only. On all fours, because her back legs are elongated, she walks hunch-backed.
Height: When standing, 5'5. When on all fours, around 3'5 or so. Give or take, too lazy to do the math haha.
Weight: 150lbs
Build: She is slim, with averaged muscle. Because of her normal wolf heritage, she lacks the body mass of full-blooded weres.
Limitations: Cannot stand on her back legs for long periods of time, she is very slim compared to most werewolves.
Weakness's: No particular weaknesses, unless you include what I mentioned above. Though, she is extremely docile in nature. She much prefers talking things out to physical arguments.
Reference, (if applicable): Not yet; she is just grey in color with tribal markings, beads throughout her fur, and tribal accessories.
Rp sample: Haven't roleplayed her in a while, lost all logfiles when I got a new computer. Hopefully one from a non-were alt will suffice, just so you know my rp style? This is Kaw, btw lol.
From a plot that was gonna be with Miatanae, just never carried out.
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Bred from generations of cut-throats and marauders, Hut had quite the reputation to uphold. She bore the finest skills in battle, the hottest temper, and the devilish impulse to mar any who opposed her reigning authority. Having finally clawed her way to the top of the hierarchy in her pack, she was highly displeased to find that one of her own had a soft spot for others; he didn’t listen, he was stubborn. When told to kill he would try his best to avoid the order, and finally Hut had grown agitated with his insubordination and made it her mission to dispose of this filth. And so the day came that he defected and ran from the pack one evening when no one was watching, and Hut counted down the days until she saw it fit to find and chastise him. Her feet slammed into the earth, her husky frame sprinting into the night, her eyes rolling in their sockets as she observed all within her line of vision. She knew Miatanae would be close by, and so she would search relentlessly until the job had been completed. Hut finally stopped now, chapped lips curling inward as she observed the scene before her – There stood her worthless son, along with some cur at his side. She remained quiet at first, the muscles in her legs quivering with anticipation as she stood stagnant. Her jaw unhinged to allow her tongue to wipe across two layers of a once hidden battalion of weaponry, securely fashioned within pink gums. Finally her jowls snapped shut with a sickly crunch. “You worthless filth.” She hissed, drool seeping out from between gaps in her teeth. “You thought you could run away, didn’t you? You are a disappointment. Insignificant scum, not fit to even be dubbed a son of mine.” She took a few steps forward, eyeballing the both of them. “Now I see you’ve run to another pack, and a pathetic one at that. You never learned a thing from me, you were a stubborn mule, supremacy is everything. Your compassion will be your ultimate demise.” Hut began to pace from side to side in quick, short strides, her gaze still dancing from Miatanae to Starlynn. “And look, what do we have here? A tramp at your side. How endearing.” A cackle burst from her lips, and she now grew silent.
Also, complete polar opposite from Spirit's nature! Seriously D:
Anything else we should know?: Nuuup.
