Post by sonicturnip24 on Aug 3, 2008 15:23:53 GMT -6
Name: Tyen
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female
Clan: Tundarak
Herd: (Must ask for the leader's permission to join. Until you have been given permission, put none here.) None
Mate: None yet
Friends: None yet
Family: (Not needed unless family members are being role played) None
Species: American Grey Wolf
Physical Description: Tyen is your average American grey wolf, except that her fur is a tad darker than usual. She has powerful jaws, paws, and claws. Her eyes are a piercing gold, like the color of a lit flashlight. They reflect her amazing night vision, even by wolf standards. The left side of her face has a claw shaped scar that starts under her eye and ends around where her head meets her neck. There is also a piece of her left ear missing, complimenting her scar.
History: Tyen had once lived with humans, much to her disdain. She had been bought illegally as a fighting dog. After her first fight, however, the humans discovered she was a wolf and not a dog. They released her into the nearby woods and she fled as far as she could. The only evidence of her past life is the scar that runs down the side of her face. She is a fierce fighter, since she had been trained to do so since she was a pup, and has taught herself to be wary of others, especially humans. When she finally stopped running away from her old home, she found herself in a new land, one where there seemed to be only animals. She quickly took a liking to the new place and wishes to someday lead her own pack.
Personality: Tyen has been scarred both physically and emotionally from being the humans toy. She has no trouble rushing into a fight, and would not think twice about killing. It is not her fault, however, she had been raised by humans to fight and kill from a young age. She is cold and distant, often haunted by dreams of her captive days. It is tough to befriend her, and even tougher to gain her trust. She does have a soft side though, buried somewhere under many years of neglect and torture.
Role Play Sample: Tyen ran. As long as she could remember she had been running. As long as she wanted to remember. The furtuer away she got the better. Those filthy humans had released her, yes, but as far as she knew it was another training excercise, another lesson on how to kill, another fight. But the humans had made no attempt to capture her in two days. "Maybe I could rest now?" she thought to herself, "No!" she snapped back, "That's just what they want me to do. I can keep going, I've been through worse than this. Anything is better than going bact there." And so she ran on, another day of runnigg had passed before she allowed herself to rest. "There- lets see those- humans- catch me now." she said in between gasps for air. It had been days since she had rested, days since her last meal, but it was all worth it. This new land was beautiful, there were many different landscapes, many different species, and as far as Tyen could tell, none were human. This was the start of her new life. She had been given a second chance.
Picture: i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/sonicturnip24/Animals/AmericanGreyWolf.jpg
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female
Clan: Tundarak
Herd: (Must ask for the leader's permission to join. Until you have been given permission, put none here.) None
Mate: None yet
Friends: None yet
Family: (Not needed unless family members are being role played) None
Species: American Grey Wolf
Physical Description: Tyen is your average American grey wolf, except that her fur is a tad darker than usual. She has powerful jaws, paws, and claws. Her eyes are a piercing gold, like the color of a lit flashlight. They reflect her amazing night vision, even by wolf standards. The left side of her face has a claw shaped scar that starts under her eye and ends around where her head meets her neck. There is also a piece of her left ear missing, complimenting her scar.
History: Tyen had once lived with humans, much to her disdain. She had been bought illegally as a fighting dog. After her first fight, however, the humans discovered she was a wolf and not a dog. They released her into the nearby woods and she fled as far as she could. The only evidence of her past life is the scar that runs down the side of her face. She is a fierce fighter, since she had been trained to do so since she was a pup, and has taught herself to be wary of others, especially humans. When she finally stopped running away from her old home, she found herself in a new land, one where there seemed to be only animals. She quickly took a liking to the new place and wishes to someday lead her own pack.
Personality: Tyen has been scarred both physically and emotionally from being the humans toy. She has no trouble rushing into a fight, and would not think twice about killing. It is not her fault, however, she had been raised by humans to fight and kill from a young age. She is cold and distant, often haunted by dreams of her captive days. It is tough to befriend her, and even tougher to gain her trust. She does have a soft side though, buried somewhere under many years of neglect and torture.
Role Play Sample: Tyen ran. As long as she could remember she had been running. As long as she wanted to remember. The furtuer away she got the better. Those filthy humans had released her, yes, but as far as she knew it was another training excercise, another lesson on how to kill, another fight. But the humans had made no attempt to capture her in two days. "Maybe I could rest now?" she thought to herself, "No!" she snapped back, "That's just what they want me to do. I can keep going, I've been through worse than this. Anything is better than going bact there." And so she ran on, another day of runnigg had passed before she allowed herself to rest. "There- lets see those- humans- catch me now." she said in between gasps for air. It had been days since she had rested, days since her last meal, but it was all worth it. This new land was beautiful, there were many different landscapes, many different species, and as far as Tyen could tell, none were human. This was the start of her new life. She had been given a second chance.
Picture: i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/sonicturnip24/Animals/AmericanGreyWolf.jpg