Post by ~Akari~Light~ on Sept 28, 2007 6:04:45 GMT -5
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Name: Akari
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female
Breed: Arctic wolf
Pack: Loner
Personality:
Name: Akari
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female
Breed: Arctic wolf
Pack: Loner
Personality:
Akari is a bit moody at times but is perfectly able to be friendly, witty and charming when she feels like it. She is bored easily and when that happens, she goes to cause trouble. Akari does know when to be serious however, and knows when a joke has gone to far. Sometimes she is a little stand-offish but usually she is fairly social and usually ready to listen if someone wants to talk. If you aren't interesting however, Akari will walk off and leave you hanging.Appearance:
Akari loves to run. Running is her life and she does it a lot. Because of this, sometimes its hard to get her to stand still long enough to tell her what she needs to here. She is fairly wild and free and has a dislike of being controlled or trapped. In a fight, Akari is a completely different wolf. She will fight to the death if need be though she'd honestly prefer not to.
Akari is pure white with hintings of gold along her back. Her eyes are a very expressive shade of amber, almost like honey. Akari's build is light-weight and fitted with long limbs and a slender bodice which makes her fast. On her muzzle, there are hintings of the same golden color that highlights her fur.History:
Akari's fur is very soft and usually kept fairly neat though she does tend to have a wind-swept appearance. Her fur is usually fairly thick because she is an Arctic wolf suited for living in the far north. When winter comes and her thicker fur grows in, the golden highlights on her back and face tend to fade just a tad.
Akari was born in a small Arctic pack that consisted of about six or seven members. Her parents were the alphas, Ronin and Cailean. Her siblings included Koara, Cloud and Ranic. Akari was the oldest, first born and destined to lead the pack. This, however, was not what Akari wanted. She always saw Ranic or Cloud as better leaders of the pack, not so much Koara because of her tendancy to cause trouble for them all. Ronin and Cailean had to go with tradition however and named Akari the Alpha Heir.Role Play Example:
When Akari was about a year old she made the choice to go out on her own. If she wasn't there, Ranic, the second-born, would be named Alpha Heir and not her. This sounded like a great plan at the time, so, Akari left in the middle of winter without much thought. She ran and kept running. Since then this lone fae has seen quite a few northern packs but has decided that she likes life as a loner and that it will take a lot to get her to join a pack once more.
Dawn was starting to come, the sun just a pink band on the horizon. High above the world, the sky was still inky black dotted with silver specks called stars. Below, a blanket of shadowy pine trees spread out across the mountain valley. Most beasts in this peaceful looking place were asleep. All but one.
Snow flew out behind Akari as the frost-furred femmora bounded through the forest, weaving between threes and leaping rotting logs. Her jaws were parted, tongue lulling out and mist swirling from her parted maw. Honey-toned pools were gazing ahead, fixed no anything obscuring her path. It was quite difficult to ran flat out in a forest but Akari wasn't complaining. She liked the agility challange it offer her. It was a good chance to work on agility and endurance speed.
Suddenly, Akrari skidded to a halt. Ivory auds shot up and her ebony nose twitched. The cold winter air was crisp and clear, nothing to hide the scent of pine trees and...a deer! Joy shot through Akari's expression. Her last meal had been a skinny rabbit.
Without thinking twice, Akari was off, bounding through the trees after the deer's scent trail. It wasn't soon before the four-legged meal came into view, running at full pelt. It was skinny, as everything was in winter but still, it was a better meal then a rabbit. Akari sped up. She wove behind the doe, snapping at its flanks and hooves, careful not to get kicked. Gaining speed, Akari leapt again. Sharp ivory fangs tore the flesh at the doe's throat. It fell with a mournful bleat. The doe was dead before it knew what hit her. Grinning, Akrai licked her chops and started tearing at her meal, savoring the flavor.