Post by mufasa on Jul 30, 2010 20:21:16 GMT -7
Name
Mockingbird
Alias
Mo
Pronunciation
I find ‘Mockingbird’ rather simple to pronounce…but that may or may not just be me.
Age
Meh…four.
Gender
Female
Orientation
She’s questioning whether she’s bi or straight at the moment.
Status/Rank
The Storm Pack/Beta (if at all possible)
Family
Sire: Ayreon (Deceased)
Dame: Ever (Deceased)
Siblings:None
Mate:None, as of late.
Appearance
Mockingbird is a black wolf with a whiteish-blue strip down the centre of her muzzle. Alongside that marking, there is a bird-like shape on her chest. She is large for her gender and age, and is well-built. Her long legs give her speed and her broad shoulders and hind-quarters give for power. Five long, jagged claw marks run from her left shoulder to her left hindquarter. There is a tear in her right ear and a scar upon the tip of her muzzle. Her left eye is an eerie blue and the other is a pale green.
Personality
She has a hard, cold personality and takes nothing that she considers offensive. She will strike if you give her reason enough to, unless you are her superior. A cold look always is in her eyes, though she is soft enough once you get to know her. Half of the time, she feels like a monster, and therefore she conveys it. She doesn’t want anyone to think that she has a weak spot at all, and she rarely trusts anyone. She’s constantly looking over her shoulder, afraid someone is going to betray her at every turn.
Flaws
Physical:Her scars often bother her, and sometimes make it difficult for her to maneuver as well as she should be able to. Alongside that, one of her legs is weaker than the rest, though not by much.
Personality: Cold and untrusting, and refuses to let anyone even when she needs it the most.
History
Mockingbird came to the pack as a pup, when she was abandoned in the centre of the territory by her sire and dame, not too far from where the wolves shelter themselves. (If that’s alright…) She originated from the Northwestern areas of the world, though she does not remember much of it. All she remembers was that her parents had been the Alpha and Alphess of a pack that was very far away from the whereabouts of The Storm Pack, and the pack was betrayed by the two Betas. As a last resort, and in an attempt to save their pups, Ever and Ayreon began to travel far with Mockingbird, and her siblings Ember and Nyx. Unfortunately, a cold fall led to a harsh winter and Mockingbird was the only one to survive, she was close to death when she was found in a bed of leaves, whimpering and cold, her muscles worn down from frost-nip. And thus, her life with the pack began.
Other
Erm…yeah…
Code
Defiance, Ohio.
Pictures
=\ I have none, because I’m so OCD that I cannot stand to use someone else’s picture, and mine are never good enough. T-T
How did you find us?
I came from Edges of the World. =3
RP Sample
His name was Ember, a loner in the harsh Northern woods, where it was rumoured to have a coat of snow upon the ground year-round. Of course, those who thought that were quickly berated for their foolishness. Certainly, no places but the most Northern and Southern places of the world, where no wolf dared set paw, could be covered in snow for all of the year. As these thoughts past through his mind, a deep chuckle rumbled from his throat, making a nearby jack rabbit start and dart off into the brush with a quick crash. He let out an irritated snort, that stupid furball probably just warned any prey worth catching in the immediate area of the wolf’s presence. He set off again at a slow pace, lowering each paw with finesse that only came with years of practice. He was sent to find prey worth catching, prey that was downwind, and was to return to the camp to go on the hunt with the Alpha and the rest of the pack. A sudden snap of a twig alerted him to the presence of another. His jaw gaped and he drew in the scent. It was downwind, and it was another wolf, one he did not recognize. He drew back his lips in a silent snarl and his ears flattened firmly against his skull. He stepped, still silently, forward and saw a great grey brute of a wolf. Scarred and beaten, with a mean look to him. A snarl ripped loose from his throat and he leaped, claws extended. The wolf whipped around, but it was too late to stop the claws that tore into his flesh, the claws that would ultimately end him. Ember returned with a slight limp, no report of prey and a bloody gash upon his thigh. But he was victorious, and that was really all that mattered. When the Beta spotted him bleeding, his brows shot up and he trotted up, “Prey get you before you could get it?” He asked with a taunting chuckle.
“No. I killed a wolf here to invade our territory.” He snapped back. He was hurt, and in pain, and was most certainly not in the mood for a taunting from his Beta. He was normally a very polite wolf, but right now he just wanted to lay down and rest. The Beta, on the other hand, was too surprised to realize that he had just been disrespected by someone of a lower rank of him.
“Show us where the body is.” He commanded. Ember sighed and nodded wearily. He turned tail and headed for the entrance to the camp with the Beta and the Alpha, who had been listening in on the conversation right behind. When he reached the body he turned and looked at his Alpha, “I’ve shown him to you. Now may I please just go to the healer, get some help and rest? I’ve lost a lot of blood.”
“You may…but first I think you should hear what we have to say about your…victory.” The Alpha told him, a sympathetic glint in his eye.
Wary, Ember said, “What is it?”
“The wolf you just killed was your father.”
Mockingbird
Alias
Mo
Pronunciation
I find ‘Mockingbird’ rather simple to pronounce…but that may or may not just be me.
Age
Meh…four.
Gender
Female
Orientation
She’s questioning whether she’s bi or straight at the moment.
Status/Rank
The Storm Pack/Beta (if at all possible)
Family
Sire: Ayreon (Deceased)
Dame: Ever (Deceased)
Siblings:None
Mate:None, as of late.
Appearance
Mockingbird is a black wolf with a whiteish-blue strip down the centre of her muzzle. Alongside that marking, there is a bird-like shape on her chest. She is large for her gender and age, and is well-built. Her long legs give her speed and her broad shoulders and hind-quarters give for power. Five long, jagged claw marks run from her left shoulder to her left hindquarter. There is a tear in her right ear and a scar upon the tip of her muzzle. Her left eye is an eerie blue and the other is a pale green.
Personality
She has a hard, cold personality and takes nothing that she considers offensive. She will strike if you give her reason enough to, unless you are her superior. A cold look always is in her eyes, though she is soft enough once you get to know her. Half of the time, she feels like a monster, and therefore she conveys it. She doesn’t want anyone to think that she has a weak spot at all, and she rarely trusts anyone. She’s constantly looking over her shoulder, afraid someone is going to betray her at every turn.
Flaws
Physical:Her scars often bother her, and sometimes make it difficult for her to maneuver as well as she should be able to. Alongside that, one of her legs is weaker than the rest, though not by much.
Personality: Cold and untrusting, and refuses to let anyone even when she needs it the most.
History
Mockingbird came to the pack as a pup, when she was abandoned in the centre of the territory by her sire and dame, not too far from where the wolves shelter themselves. (If that’s alright…) She originated from the Northwestern areas of the world, though she does not remember much of it. All she remembers was that her parents had been the Alpha and Alphess of a pack that was very far away from the whereabouts of The Storm Pack, and the pack was betrayed by the two Betas. As a last resort, and in an attempt to save their pups, Ever and Ayreon began to travel far with Mockingbird, and her siblings Ember and Nyx. Unfortunately, a cold fall led to a harsh winter and Mockingbird was the only one to survive, she was close to death when she was found in a bed of leaves, whimpering and cold, her muscles worn down from frost-nip. And thus, her life with the pack began.
Other
Erm…yeah…
Code
Defiance, Ohio.
Pictures
=\ I have none, because I’m so OCD that I cannot stand to use someone else’s picture, and mine are never good enough. T-T
How did you find us?
I came from Edges of the World. =3
RP Sample
His name was Ember, a loner in the harsh Northern woods, where it was rumoured to have a coat of snow upon the ground year-round. Of course, those who thought that were quickly berated for their foolishness. Certainly, no places but the most Northern and Southern places of the world, where no wolf dared set paw, could be covered in snow for all of the year. As these thoughts past through his mind, a deep chuckle rumbled from his throat, making a nearby jack rabbit start and dart off into the brush with a quick crash. He let out an irritated snort, that stupid furball probably just warned any prey worth catching in the immediate area of the wolf’s presence. He set off again at a slow pace, lowering each paw with finesse that only came with years of practice. He was sent to find prey worth catching, prey that was downwind, and was to return to the camp to go on the hunt with the Alpha and the rest of the pack. A sudden snap of a twig alerted him to the presence of another. His jaw gaped and he drew in the scent. It was downwind, and it was another wolf, one he did not recognize. He drew back his lips in a silent snarl and his ears flattened firmly against his skull. He stepped, still silently, forward and saw a great grey brute of a wolf. Scarred and beaten, with a mean look to him. A snarl ripped loose from his throat and he leaped, claws extended. The wolf whipped around, but it was too late to stop the claws that tore into his flesh, the claws that would ultimately end him. Ember returned with a slight limp, no report of prey and a bloody gash upon his thigh. But he was victorious, and that was really all that mattered. When the Beta spotted him bleeding, his brows shot up and he trotted up, “Prey get you before you could get it?” He asked with a taunting chuckle.
“No. I killed a wolf here to invade our territory.” He snapped back. He was hurt, and in pain, and was most certainly not in the mood for a taunting from his Beta. He was normally a very polite wolf, but right now he just wanted to lay down and rest. The Beta, on the other hand, was too surprised to realize that he had just been disrespected by someone of a lower rank of him.
“Show us where the body is.” He commanded. Ember sighed and nodded wearily. He turned tail and headed for the entrance to the camp with the Beta and the Alpha, who had been listening in on the conversation right behind. When he reached the body he turned and looked at his Alpha, “I’ve shown him to you. Now may I please just go to the healer, get some help and rest? I’ve lost a lot of blood.”
“You may…but first I think you should hear what we have to say about your…victory.” The Alpha told him, a sympathetic glint in his eye.
Wary, Ember said, “What is it?”
“The wolf you just killed was your father.”