Post by kora on Aug 16, 2008 4:44:24 GMT -5
Character Name: Kora
Gender: Female
Pack: Loner
Rank: Loner
Breed: Wolf / Carpathian Sheepdog
Age: 5 years
Appearance: Kora is very buff, her body packed with thick muscles that ripple under her pelt. Everything about this dog screams male, even looking directly at her, face to face you could easily mistake her for a male. Talking to her won't give much away either, because her voice is deep, sounding a lot like a young teenage male's. Even her scent is masculine and musky.
Her pelt is very thick and on the longer side, though the fur around the back of her neck, around her face, down her spine and on her tail is longer than the rest. The colors of her fur range from pure white to black, and just about every shade of gray in between. A mask of mid tone gray surrounds dark amber eyes, fading into white around her muzzle and chin. Her chest is also white, leading down to her stomach and underside of her tail. Darker grays and blacks surround her face and trail down her body, engulfing much of it and wrapping her legs in dark, almost ebony hues.
Personality: Kora is strong willed and assertive, a tough dog through and through. She stands up for what she believes to be right, and will defend the weak. She's not a bad fighter, quite the contrary actually, having learned how to defend herself early in life. If you manage to befriend her, she will be loyal for life, though this is a hard task to manage. This dog doesn't trust easily.
Kora doesn't mind being called a male, in fact she quite welcomes it, and won't correct anyone for their mistake.
As far as other males go, she's never had an interest in mating, and will attack anyone who tries, though that hasn't been a problem so far with her masculinity. In fact, she'd much prefer the company of pretty young females.
History: Kora's birth was the result of a winter fling between her mother and a stray dog. Her mother was a wolf that lived in a small pack on the edge of town, though she didn't stay once she found out that her pack mates were conspiring against her, and had planned to tell the alpha that she'd become pregnant by a dog.
Kora and two other pups were born in the spring, under a bridge in the city. The other two pups were stillborn.
She grew up learning everything she could from her mother, whom one day didn't return from her trek to find food. Young Kora was only a few months old, but could get along fine by herself. She waited there for almost two hole days before becoming worried and going out to search for her mother. She hadn't gone far before finding out why her mother hadn't returned, her broken body laying lifeless beside the highway.
There was little time to grieve for all the hard work that it took finding her way through the city, learning where to find food, how to get it, and most of all, how to protect herself.
Most of her life was spent wandering, and to this day she still hasn't found a place to call home, and doubts that she ever will.
RP example: (From a warriors site.)
A very thin body streaked across the grass, belly fur dragging the ground as the ebony colored male darted from one tree to the next. Bright keen eyes were narrowed and focused on an object about six fox lengths away. His tail tip swayed from one side to the other in agitation. Crowheart had already missed three birds, and he wasn't about to miss another. They were one of his favorite things to try to hunt, even though they were one of the hardest to catch. Their flighty, overly cautious nature made them jump at every little sound.
Paws carried the black tom closer and closer, before finely he was just beyond striking distance. His back legs shifted carefully, and he didn't dare make the slightest noise. It was a magpie. He licked his lips anxiously before slowly raising one paw and settling it silently in the grass, then the other. It didn't take long, but to him it seemed like the sun had crept across the sky before he'd was in position. All the muscles in his back legs tightened to the point that they ached before he let them spring loose without much effort.
In an instant he had the bird in his unsheathed claws, sinking his fangs into the black feathers around it's neck. With a single snap it was all over, the bird was dead and dangling from his jaws. A proud grin pulled across his muzzle before he looked around and realized that he had only been just outside of camp. It was a slight surprise to him. He hadn't realized he'd made it this far back. His ears lay back for a moment as he retreated to his haunches, dropping the magpie at his forepaws and looking around with a sigh.
His fur bristled slightly at the thought of going back just yet. It wasn't that he didn't want to, it was just that he'd rather be back out hunting. The clan could use more freshkill, they always could. Then again, this bird wasn't going to carry itself back into camp and into the pile. Shrugging he got to his paws again, bending his head to pick it up and padding through the tunnel and into camp, pausing as he noticed Waspstar up and about. He dipped his head respectfully as he passed, heading straight for the still sparse freshkill pile.
Picture: Look at signature.
Miscellaneous: Woof :3 ... It's hard to tell Kora is a female at all.
Other accounts: nope
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OOC Name: Kora
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: The list would exceed the character limit for posts, but I CAN lists the one I'm currently on.
Angels
Warriors-Uprise in the forest
Midnight Eternity
Streetpawz
Golden Oaks Academy
How many years of RPing experience do you have?: hmm.. around 5-6.
Gender: Female
Pack: Loner
Rank: Loner
Breed: Wolf / Carpathian Sheepdog
Age: 5 years
Appearance: Kora is very buff, her body packed with thick muscles that ripple under her pelt. Everything about this dog screams male, even looking directly at her, face to face you could easily mistake her for a male. Talking to her won't give much away either, because her voice is deep, sounding a lot like a young teenage male's. Even her scent is masculine and musky.
Her pelt is very thick and on the longer side, though the fur around the back of her neck, around her face, down her spine and on her tail is longer than the rest. The colors of her fur range from pure white to black, and just about every shade of gray in between. A mask of mid tone gray surrounds dark amber eyes, fading into white around her muzzle and chin. Her chest is also white, leading down to her stomach and underside of her tail. Darker grays and blacks surround her face and trail down her body, engulfing much of it and wrapping her legs in dark, almost ebony hues.
Personality: Kora is strong willed and assertive, a tough dog through and through. She stands up for what she believes to be right, and will defend the weak. She's not a bad fighter, quite the contrary actually, having learned how to defend herself early in life. If you manage to befriend her, she will be loyal for life, though this is a hard task to manage. This dog doesn't trust easily.
Kora doesn't mind being called a male, in fact she quite welcomes it, and won't correct anyone for their mistake.
As far as other males go, she's never had an interest in mating, and will attack anyone who tries, though that hasn't been a problem so far with her masculinity. In fact, she'd much prefer the company of pretty young females.
History: Kora's birth was the result of a winter fling between her mother and a stray dog. Her mother was a wolf that lived in a small pack on the edge of town, though she didn't stay once she found out that her pack mates were conspiring against her, and had planned to tell the alpha that she'd become pregnant by a dog.
Kora and two other pups were born in the spring, under a bridge in the city. The other two pups were stillborn.
She grew up learning everything she could from her mother, whom one day didn't return from her trek to find food. Young Kora was only a few months old, but could get along fine by herself. She waited there for almost two hole days before becoming worried and going out to search for her mother. She hadn't gone far before finding out why her mother hadn't returned, her broken body laying lifeless beside the highway.
There was little time to grieve for all the hard work that it took finding her way through the city, learning where to find food, how to get it, and most of all, how to protect herself.
Most of her life was spent wandering, and to this day she still hasn't found a place to call home, and doubts that she ever will.
RP example: (From a warriors site.)
A very thin body streaked across the grass, belly fur dragging the ground as the ebony colored male darted from one tree to the next. Bright keen eyes were narrowed and focused on an object about six fox lengths away. His tail tip swayed from one side to the other in agitation. Crowheart had already missed three birds, and he wasn't about to miss another. They were one of his favorite things to try to hunt, even though they were one of the hardest to catch. Their flighty, overly cautious nature made them jump at every little sound.
Paws carried the black tom closer and closer, before finely he was just beyond striking distance. His back legs shifted carefully, and he didn't dare make the slightest noise. It was a magpie. He licked his lips anxiously before slowly raising one paw and settling it silently in the grass, then the other. It didn't take long, but to him it seemed like the sun had crept across the sky before he'd was in position. All the muscles in his back legs tightened to the point that they ached before he let them spring loose without much effort.
In an instant he had the bird in his unsheathed claws, sinking his fangs into the black feathers around it's neck. With a single snap it was all over, the bird was dead and dangling from his jaws. A proud grin pulled across his muzzle before he looked around and realized that he had only been just outside of camp. It was a slight surprise to him. He hadn't realized he'd made it this far back. His ears lay back for a moment as he retreated to his haunches, dropping the magpie at his forepaws and looking around with a sigh.
His fur bristled slightly at the thought of going back just yet. It wasn't that he didn't want to, it was just that he'd rather be back out hunting. The clan could use more freshkill, they always could. Then again, this bird wasn't going to carry itself back into camp and into the pile. Shrugging he got to his paws again, bending his head to pick it up and padding through the tunnel and into camp, pausing as he noticed Waspstar up and about. He dipped his head respectfully as he passed, heading straight for the still sparse freshkill pile.
Picture: Look at signature.
Miscellaneous: Woof :3 ... It's hard to tell Kora is a female at all.
Other accounts: nope
*--------------------*
***************
OOC Name: Kora
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: The list would exceed the character limit for posts, but I CAN lists the one I'm currently on.
Angels
Warriors-Uprise in the forest
Midnight Eternity
Streetpawz
Golden Oaks Academy
How many years of RPing experience do you have?: hmm.. around 5-6.
