Post by Trillian on Mar 30, 2009 11:02:32 GMT -7
Name: Trillian
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Age: 2 years
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Pack: howling plains
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Gender:Female
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Position: Beta
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Description: Trillian is slender in most ways, but suprisingly well toned and defined in others. Her legs are strong, and they are the most defined part of her body. Her pelt is that of a grey black, not solid deep black. Her eyes also have a grey tone in them, but they are blue. She has no additional markings on her pelt, but there is a small scar on her right side.
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Personality: Shy//
Trillian is a shy one. Always in the background and never one to speak up when the time comes. She has never seen it as mind over matter. Though she would LOVE to speak her mind, it matters more that she never does. Her shy tendencies sometimes cost her, and sometimes they become benifisiary.
Compassionate//
This two year old is one of the most compassionate and feeling wolves you will ever meet. Should she be on a hunt and she finds she is up for compotition, she is not one to stand in the way. For all she would know, that wolf could be starving. She would give up anything she had for another.
Overall, Trillian is not one to get in your way, even if her ccompassionate, sweet side wants to. She stands aside, no matter what her heart tells her. This is an obstical she is trying to overcome. She tries this with all her might, and never seems to exceed her own expectaions.
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History: Trillian was born on a hot evening in July with a litter of five other pups. She was the only one graced with her father's solid grey-black pelt. Her brother's and sister's came out with soft white pelts with the occasional grey-black spots. And this is what made her the favorite of her father. Her mother on the other hand, didn't feel the same. She loved all her pups equally.
But unfortunatly, she never got the chance to name all of her pups, she died shortly after, of a heat stroke.Her mother's name had been Trillian, and so it's obvious the reason Trillian was named what she was named. She found that something to be proud of. Her heart had swelled with pride when she was told the story of how her name came to be.
As a pup growing up, Trillian was playful and fun loving. She loved to pounce her brothers and sisters when they weren't paying attention. Her father saw this as promising in terms of her hunting ability. He watched and waited. And when Trillian was but a mear seven months old, her father let her off to hunt on her own. That turned out terribly.
Though she survived, she came out with a scar on her right side, small, but noticible enough. That buck had been stronger than she had thought. She felt foolish for being hurt by another animal, one that was supposedly weaker than her. So she never told her father of the incident, and just let him believe that she had lost her footing and been cut by a jagged rock.
The years past, and Trillian's father passed away, leaving her to wander off on her own rather than with her brothers and sisters. Now, she is on her own, wandering around, just looking for a pack to join up with. Become one with a group, and stay out of the way, like she was meant to do.
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Dreams/Secrets: Trillian has a secret dream of being able to overcome her nature and become Alpha
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In-Character: The wolves foot beats were in a steady rhythm. One. Two. Three,Four. One. Two. Three,Four. The sound continued repeatedly. Her mind wandered freely as she gracefully raced her way through the grass and trees. She lobed herself over fallen trees or stumps that crossed her path. This was easy for her. The easiest thing she's ever learned to do. Running was not difficult for any wolf on this earth. But this seemed to be simplier than anything else a wolf could do.
Even eating and drinking seemed more difficult than running for her. Maybe it was because when she ran, her heart was in it, as was her soul. She considered it a passion more than she considered it nessacary. But of course, it was a nessacity.
She reached her destination, and sadly enough, her paws came to a stand still. The water looked tempting enough to actually get in it. For, it was a warm day. She snorted and plodded her way over to the clear water. She could see her reflection in it. A grey black wolf. Nothing special, no details. She shook her thoughts and bent her head to lap up the water.
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Picture:
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Age: 2 years
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Pack: howling plains
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Gender:Female
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Position: Beta
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Description: Trillian is slender in most ways, but suprisingly well toned and defined in others. Her legs are strong, and they are the most defined part of her body. Her pelt is that of a grey black, not solid deep black. Her eyes also have a grey tone in them, but they are blue. She has no additional markings on her pelt, but there is a small scar on her right side.
~*~
Personality: Shy//
Trillian is a shy one. Always in the background and never one to speak up when the time comes. She has never seen it as mind over matter. Though she would LOVE to speak her mind, it matters more that she never does. Her shy tendencies sometimes cost her, and sometimes they become benifisiary.
Compassionate//
This two year old is one of the most compassionate and feeling wolves you will ever meet. Should she be on a hunt and she finds she is up for compotition, she is not one to stand in the way. For all she would know, that wolf could be starving. She would give up anything she had for another.
Overall, Trillian is not one to get in your way, even if her ccompassionate, sweet side wants to. She stands aside, no matter what her heart tells her. This is an obstical she is trying to overcome. She tries this with all her might, and never seems to exceed her own expectaions.
~*~
History: Trillian was born on a hot evening in July with a litter of five other pups. She was the only one graced with her father's solid grey-black pelt. Her brother's and sister's came out with soft white pelts with the occasional grey-black spots. And this is what made her the favorite of her father. Her mother on the other hand, didn't feel the same. She loved all her pups equally.
But unfortunatly, she never got the chance to name all of her pups, she died shortly after, of a heat stroke.Her mother's name had been Trillian, and so it's obvious the reason Trillian was named what she was named. She found that something to be proud of. Her heart had swelled with pride when she was told the story of how her name came to be.
As a pup growing up, Trillian was playful and fun loving. She loved to pounce her brothers and sisters when they weren't paying attention. Her father saw this as promising in terms of her hunting ability. He watched and waited. And when Trillian was but a mear seven months old, her father let her off to hunt on her own. That turned out terribly.
Though she survived, she came out with a scar on her right side, small, but noticible enough. That buck had been stronger than she had thought. She felt foolish for being hurt by another animal, one that was supposedly weaker than her. So she never told her father of the incident, and just let him believe that she had lost her footing and been cut by a jagged rock.
The years past, and Trillian's father passed away, leaving her to wander off on her own rather than with her brothers and sisters. Now, she is on her own, wandering around, just looking for a pack to join up with. Become one with a group, and stay out of the way, like she was meant to do.
~*~
Dreams/Secrets: Trillian has a secret dream of being able to overcome her nature and become Alpha
~*~
In-Character: The wolves foot beats were in a steady rhythm. One. Two. Three,Four. One. Two. Three,Four. The sound continued repeatedly. Her mind wandered freely as she gracefully raced her way through the grass and trees. She lobed herself over fallen trees or stumps that crossed her path. This was easy for her. The easiest thing she's ever learned to do. Running was not difficult for any wolf on this earth. But this seemed to be simplier than anything else a wolf could do.
Even eating and drinking seemed more difficult than running for her. Maybe it was because when she ran, her heart was in it, as was her soul. She considered it a passion more than she considered it nessacary. But of course, it was a nessacity.
She reached her destination, and sadly enough, her paws came to a stand still. The water looked tempting enough to actually get in it. For, it was a warm day. She snorted and plodded her way over to the clear water. She could see her reflection in it. A grey black wolf. Nothing special, no details. She shook her thoughts and bent her head to lap up the water.
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Picture:
