Post by Smudgey on Dec 11, 2008 0:12:52 GMT -5
Name: Heather
Gender: Female
Species: Cougar
Age: Almost three years
Alliance: Loner for now
Rank: Loner for now
Appearance:
Heather is a beautiful array of browns, grays, and even some red. Like most cougars her muzzle is outlined by a thick black line, along with the outside of her eyes. Her tawny pelt is a mixture of many different hues.
Her eyes are a deep, sky blue, usually expressionless, but not exactly cold. They are a mystery yet to be solved; sometimes full of unknown deceit. Her troubles have strengthened her, but have also hurt her. She can be harsh by accident, and very cold.
She is lean and quite attractive, having a distinct feminine form while still muscular. Her build seems to be crafted by one of the most experienced sculptors in the world, smooth and soft. She is an excellent specimen for battle, even if she choses not to fight very often. Although very fierce, and proud, she's no fool; if she comes to a fight where she's risking her own life, she will submit.
Personality:
She's a mystery not even Sherlock can discover sometimes. The only hint of her troubled past would be the cloudy, dark look in her blue jewels. She longs to escape the past that never fails to haunt her.
Her other side, though, is completely different. Heather can be a very compassionate, gentle, and loving feline. She does not wish for others to share the past she had to live through, and revenge doesn't drive her forward, even if she can be stubborn at times.
Deep down she does secretly hope to have a family, and feel loved again. She is a very loyal being; she would never betray those who befriend her, as long as they keep her to the same standard. She can be overprotective of her friends though, so if you mess with them, you'll be messing with her too, and that's definitely not a good thing, if you want to keep your ears.
History:
Heather lived with her 'family' until she was weaned...then chaos struck.
It had been a gentle, warm evening in the middle of August. The pine trees that surrounded the den Heather and her siblings shared waved slowly in the cool evening breeze, and the sun peeked from behind a few powdery clouds. The only sound that awoke Heather from her undisturbed bliss was a single, ear-piercing shot. Ears flicked forward, orbs widening as the sound echoed. Soon after a familiar shape burst into the clearing, panting heavily as the mother of Heather spoke. "We...must...go! Leave...go...as quick as you can!" She rasped in between gasps for air.
Heather froze, seized by terror. What's going on?
Her trance was broken from a shriek. Her mother had leaped into the air, face distorted with agony. Scarlet liquid began to flood the ground, and Heather felt her stomach flip, paws frozen to the spot she trembled in. Her mother looked at her, trying to stand on unsteady legs. "Heather....go." She pleaded, eyes burning with pain.
Heather felt her legs buckle, and she felt the world spin around her...until a set of teeth fastened on her scruff, pulling her up rapidly. She squealed, but felt warmth creep over her body as she realized her mother, as bad of a state she was in, was taking her to safety.
The joyful moment was short-lived. Another gunshot was heard, and a yowl of anguish rose from Heather's mother. The huge cougar fell, flinging Heather forward before falling to the ground. Heather didn't stop, running as fast as she could as she heard her mother's last, pained cries die into an eerie silence.
Heather has a lot of things over the years she has experienced, some of which also haunts her. The reason I haven't told is because I want the rest to be a mystery-only her closest friends will know.
Need a bittersweet, mysterious twinge to the end? Heather never saw her family again, but those last cries weren't from her mother...
RP Example:
Pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter.
Rain pelted from the bleak heavens above as it down poured upon the darkened meadows. Droplets of clear, glistening water clung to the leaves and blades of grass, giving the scene a shiny appearance. If only I could enjoy it.
Tawny mitts struck the soggy ground sloppily, mud squirting with every step. An irritated groan erupted from the fae's parted jaws as she felt the mud stick and squelch between her toes. She paused for a moment, panting as her head swung around frantically, trying to find a good place to escape. The rain was growing stronger, and the wind began to howl through the weeds, whistling past her ear. Lightning streaked across the sky for a brief moment, giving the area a pale appearance for only half a second. Thunder soon followed, roaring as it cracked the twilight sky. The clouds were heavy and black, promising more rain and doom to come.
Here she had fled, far from the terrible memories her home always reminded her of. it wasn't safe there anymore, anyways; it had become a hunting ground. Shaking the horrid thoughts from her mind, she sprinted forward.
Picture:
Theme Song: In the arms of an Angel
Other: Whew...that took awhile
Gender: Female
Species: Cougar
Age: Almost three years
Alliance: Loner for now
Rank: Loner for now
Appearance:
Heather is a beautiful array of browns, grays, and even some red. Like most cougars her muzzle is outlined by a thick black line, along with the outside of her eyes. Her tawny pelt is a mixture of many different hues.
Her eyes are a deep, sky blue, usually expressionless, but not exactly cold. They are a mystery yet to be solved; sometimes full of unknown deceit. Her troubles have strengthened her, but have also hurt her. She can be harsh by accident, and very cold.
She is lean and quite attractive, having a distinct feminine form while still muscular. Her build seems to be crafted by one of the most experienced sculptors in the world, smooth and soft. She is an excellent specimen for battle, even if she choses not to fight very often. Although very fierce, and proud, she's no fool; if she comes to a fight where she's risking her own life, she will submit.
Personality:
She's a mystery not even Sherlock can discover sometimes. The only hint of her troubled past would be the cloudy, dark look in her blue jewels. She longs to escape the past that never fails to haunt her.
Her other side, though, is completely different. Heather can be a very compassionate, gentle, and loving feline. She does not wish for others to share the past she had to live through, and revenge doesn't drive her forward, even if she can be stubborn at times.
Deep down she does secretly hope to have a family, and feel loved again. She is a very loyal being; she would never betray those who befriend her, as long as they keep her to the same standard. She can be overprotective of her friends though, so if you mess with them, you'll be messing with her too, and that's definitely not a good thing, if you want to keep your ears.
History:
Heather lived with her 'family' until she was weaned...then chaos struck.
It had been a gentle, warm evening in the middle of August. The pine trees that surrounded the den Heather and her siblings shared waved slowly in the cool evening breeze, and the sun peeked from behind a few powdery clouds. The only sound that awoke Heather from her undisturbed bliss was a single, ear-piercing shot. Ears flicked forward, orbs widening as the sound echoed. Soon after a familiar shape burst into the clearing, panting heavily as the mother of Heather spoke. "We...must...go! Leave...go...as quick as you can!" She rasped in between gasps for air.
Heather froze, seized by terror. What's going on?
Her trance was broken from a shriek. Her mother had leaped into the air, face distorted with agony. Scarlet liquid began to flood the ground, and Heather felt her stomach flip, paws frozen to the spot she trembled in. Her mother looked at her, trying to stand on unsteady legs. "Heather....go." She pleaded, eyes burning with pain.
Heather felt her legs buckle, and she felt the world spin around her...until a set of teeth fastened on her scruff, pulling her up rapidly. She squealed, but felt warmth creep over her body as she realized her mother, as bad of a state she was in, was taking her to safety.
The joyful moment was short-lived. Another gunshot was heard, and a yowl of anguish rose from Heather's mother. The huge cougar fell, flinging Heather forward before falling to the ground. Heather didn't stop, running as fast as she could as she heard her mother's last, pained cries die into an eerie silence.
Heather has a lot of things over the years she has experienced, some of which also haunts her. The reason I haven't told is because I want the rest to be a mystery-only her closest friends will know.
Need a bittersweet, mysterious twinge to the end? Heather never saw her family again, but those last cries weren't from her mother...
RP Example:
Pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter.
Rain pelted from the bleak heavens above as it down poured upon the darkened meadows. Droplets of clear, glistening water clung to the leaves and blades of grass, giving the scene a shiny appearance. If only I could enjoy it.
Tawny mitts struck the soggy ground sloppily, mud squirting with every step. An irritated groan erupted from the fae's parted jaws as she felt the mud stick and squelch between her toes. She paused for a moment, panting as her head swung around frantically, trying to find a good place to escape. The rain was growing stronger, and the wind began to howl through the weeds, whistling past her ear. Lightning streaked across the sky for a brief moment, giving the area a pale appearance for only half a second. Thunder soon followed, roaring as it cracked the twilight sky. The clouds were heavy and black, promising more rain and doom to come.
Here she had fled, far from the terrible memories her home always reminded her of. it wasn't safe there anymore, anyways; it had become a hunting ground. Shaking the horrid thoughts from her mind, she sprinted forward.
Picture:
Theme Song: In the arms of an Angel
Other: Whew...that took awhile