Post by XXSilentXOneXX on Jul 6, 2007 7:33:29 GMT -5
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Name: Theresa
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years of age
Breed: Wolf / Vrywolf
Appearance: A charming young she wolf with a dazzling gold pelt. She is tall, but not overweight. A delightful smile is often spread across her face. Her eyes are a mysterious dark violet, which gives a twist of complexion to any scene. She seems to be a light wolf, but if you judge her by her eyes, you’ll surly think she’s a dark one. Her claws are also violet, but her teeth are pearly white. Her claws are always visible, but not her huge fangs. Weaved throughout her fur, there lie small teal colored vines. These normally don’t stand out, but they glow when she’s about to turn into a vrywolf.
Vrywolf Appearance: A pure black wolf with violet eyes. Her muscles are all bulked together; she’s very strong in this from. A blood red glow seems to ooze around her image. Apart from this (as if she didn’t look scary enough) she is three times bigger than a dire wolf and her pelt is bloodstained as well as her teeth. Her once tame fur is now matted and tangled into a mess of twigs and burs.
Personality: Happy, sweet, loving. These all describe Theresa’s good side. Yes, with every good side… there’s a bad one. If you get her angry, she will transform into a vrywolf before your eyes. She’s filled with passion and desire and will follow a leader, but will never lead herself. She doesn’t have the guts to lead a pack into battle, into hunts, and most certainly… she would never find a mate as an alpha female.
History: Well, here’s her story…
I was a year old and was in the black blood pack. However, I was never really liked by the beta, Blood Spill. It was only natural that as soon as Blood Spill’s father died, he became the alpha and banned me from the pack forever. For about a year I was a loner and wandered aimlessly, until I was taken in by a pack of demon wolves. I stayed with them for six months, but they abandoned me one dark, stormy summer night.
It was soon after this that I realized that they had left me a stone. It was a black stone, almost an onyx color but a little darker than that. I examined it and it smelled like meat. I tasted it. It tasted like meat. So, having no breakfast that morning, I ate it. After a few days, weird things started happening to me and everyone I was around. I thought some time alone would do it. Cure my problems. Time alone… only made things worse.
My fist night alone seemed to be fine. Until the stroke of midnight. That one day changed my life forever. It was then I learned… That stone had turned me into a vrywolf…
Theme Song: Broken
Famous Quote: "Is there anything I can help with?"
[/glow]Gender: Female
Age: 3 years of age
Breed: Wolf / Vrywolf
Appearance: A charming young she wolf with a dazzling gold pelt. She is tall, but not overweight. A delightful smile is often spread across her face. Her eyes are a mysterious dark violet, which gives a twist of complexion to any scene. She seems to be a light wolf, but if you judge her by her eyes, you’ll surly think she’s a dark one. Her claws are also violet, but her teeth are pearly white. Her claws are always visible, but not her huge fangs. Weaved throughout her fur, there lie small teal colored vines. These normally don’t stand out, but they glow when she’s about to turn into a vrywolf.
Vrywolf Appearance: A pure black wolf with violet eyes. Her muscles are all bulked together; she’s very strong in this from. A blood red glow seems to ooze around her image. Apart from this (as if she didn’t look scary enough) she is three times bigger than a dire wolf and her pelt is bloodstained as well as her teeth. Her once tame fur is now matted and tangled into a mess of twigs and burs.
Personality: Happy, sweet, loving. These all describe Theresa’s good side. Yes, with every good side… there’s a bad one. If you get her angry, she will transform into a vrywolf before your eyes. She’s filled with passion and desire and will follow a leader, but will never lead herself. She doesn’t have the guts to lead a pack into battle, into hunts, and most certainly… she would never find a mate as an alpha female.
History: Well, here’s her story…
I was a year old and was in the black blood pack. However, I was never really liked by the beta, Blood Spill. It was only natural that as soon as Blood Spill’s father died, he became the alpha and banned me from the pack forever. For about a year I was a loner and wandered aimlessly, until I was taken in by a pack of demon wolves. I stayed with them for six months, but they abandoned me one dark, stormy summer night.
It was soon after this that I realized that they had left me a stone. It was a black stone, almost an onyx color but a little darker than that. I examined it and it smelled like meat. I tasted it. It tasted like meat. So, having no breakfast that morning, I ate it. After a few days, weird things started happening to me and everyone I was around. I thought some time alone would do it. Cure my problems. Time alone… only made things worse.
My fist night alone seemed to be fine. Until the stroke of midnight. That one day changed my life forever. It was then I learned… That stone had turned me into a vrywolf…
Theme Song: Broken
Famous Quote: "Is there anything I can help with?"
