Post by Nephele on Jan 10, 2011 19:44:44 GMT -5
Name: Nephele
Nickname(s): Neph, or the most dreaded Elle (pronounced Ell-ee) devised by her siblings at an early age.
Age: Three
Gender: Female
Pack: Fjordsong
Rank: Deltess, lead healer, or soldier. Whichever is the biggest priority to fill really XD
Appearance:
When viewing her from the front it is apparent that the only show of color is the gold of her eyes. A gentle gray in color, her chest is also decorated with subtle splashes of white that disappear at the fur that grows up her nape. The fur there is nearly entirely gray, the only other shade being the black that runs down her muzzle and appears on her ears. She lacks the long, tapering muzzle that some others seem to find so attractive, her entire visage for like that of a foxes given the mane of fur that seems to halo her face.On her back a lack portion that vaguely reveals a diamond in shape runs from the base of her neck, the narrowest point of the diamond just meeting her tail which is a solid black. The streak draws in at the side and spares the lower portion of her body, legs remaining the same gentle gray as that on her chest. On her belly lies the only show of color, a light creme that can just barely be distinguished from white.
Being of Northern stock, Nephele is slightly larger than some females in size; not so much in girth as it is height combined with large quantities of evenly distributed muscle. Not that any would really see the muscle of course, her Northern heritage also allows for the growth of generous amounts of fur and also adds to her size.
Picture: Here
Personality:
Nephele seems to exist in an eternal state of lightheartedness, though able to show the necessary formality or aggressiveness based on the occasion, a gentle smile of knowing always seems to rest beneath a pair of laughing eyes, the sultry purr of her voice even communicating some secret amusement. She is not entirely prone to give her full trust others; even when wearing a smile she can demonstrate the sort of polite distance. After having warmed up to another eventually the true warmth of her personality will seep through.
One thing that will stand out pretty clearly when after spending some time with her is that she's got a distinctive sense of pride. As easygoing and quick to agree as she can be with most subjects, if something involves comprising her set-in-stone ideals then the reaction will leave little room for doubt and likely be rather violent. Just as willing to romp and roll in mud with puppies as she would have been with a pup, request something that she deems less than honorable and the fury that she so often hides will appear at full force.
A bit hypocritical of herself, Nephele has some issues showing respect to others, though not blatantly challenging one ranking higher than she a comment done in jest is bound to come regardless of anothers place in the hierarchy. Regardless of the wisdom she may have gained through travel, she never really learned (or at least acknowledged) when it was best to leave certain personality types alone.
History:
Her history was by no means the worst. At one time there had been two main packs that vied for supremacy in the mountains, neither with a count higher than eight. During a harsher winter it became apparent that neither would survive and as time went on that they would eventually be driven to inbreeding, so the two unified; after the battles for positions in the new hierarchy had been settled, she and her brother born to the Betas and the first pups resulting from the unification. As the pack members continued to pair off, and the welcome arrival of an extremely bountiful spring, their numbers all but doubled—and as the numbers of predators rose the preys population decreased noticeably. A little over a year passed and as the stress to find food grew she simply decided to leave.
Not counting the months she spent as a temporary member in different packs, Nephele wandered for around a year; in it’s course journeying well over 300 miles and spending time with three packs in total. She was not necessarily accepted into every territory she came across and learned quickly that it was best to be fleet of foot and speak from a distance when meeting with strangers, and still retains some wariness when meeting others. Each time she left a pack was the result of some internal conflict, but she continued to wander in hopes of finding one that would be more lasting.
Roleplay Example:(( is it okay if its from one of my older rps (dead now :c)))
The boundary between land and sea, that separating line of the two elements was his choice of a path. When the waves came in colorless paws were doused in the salty fluid and when the waves receded there was nothing but sand until their return. A neverending supply of the light brown granules found leverage within his thick pads with each step, rubbing together in an irritating fashion as the force of each motion of the tread caused more friction, what most would consider a bothersome feeling that went completely ignored by the massive white male. How calm was his outward appearance; gait slow, body relaxed, tail a slowly waving pendulum behind. Nothing to hint at the decay behind the face but the vacant stare that greeted the world.
His heart had rusted, so encrusted with the dirt and grime that came from a lifetime of wallowing in ones own despair and shame that it was incapable of performing the most basic task, like showing pleasure or pain. Eventually it would become so consumed in its own self produced filth that bit by bit the hardened mass would disintegrate until nothing more than a few particles of were once a soul remained. Who was there to hate, to love? What was there to act as an oil?
This realization bought forth a growl, the sound trickling past the confines of ebonite rims, the fact that this would likely be the last emotion that he ever truly felt. Yes, the noble facade of the composed leader would remain the image to be seen by outsiders, but hoe long could it be contained while the warrior within rotted? What would happen when the armor rusted away to join the blackened dust of the long eroded heart. Nothing to do about the pain, just clench your jaws until the joints popped and hope that the pain would subside.
He would deteriorate alone, that was sure. There was no source of relief to this pain as death had obviously sought to haunt him with it for eternity. Every memory, every thought from his prior life, faces hidden behind the name; brother, sister, backrender, deceiver, show those fangs and be eternally glorified. That's how his brother had gotten them, what the killing had been about the whole time. A title and the appearance of having a closeness with his brother, a fiend whose heart was five shades darker than the midnight black of his coat. As soon as the decree had been issued death had been sure to follow. Evade family, how? The teeth of brethren still claggy with his flesh, crimson stained muzzles lifted victorious to the stars. The males eyes ascended to the celestial bodies as he thought the words.
The stars...
How strange to think that at some point in time--perhaps eons ago perhaps yesterday, who was to know--his gaze had been lifted towards stars similar to these with the thought that at death he was to become one of them, how strange to know that it was true. Those celestial bodies that hung so distant in the sky, it really was quite complex; the way the colors faded and merged into new hues as based on their placement by the tiny pinpricks of light, the methods by which each emitted its own glow. Or perhaps it was not so complex, what was night altogether but the absence of day with the stars and moon the heralds that guided the sun back to its perch? The sky understood, life was nothing but light, dark, and the thing in between.
Sallow cranium was tossed back and forth as he sought to clear every torturous thought that had run through his mind just a moment ago, resigning himself to simply lay with a huff on the sand and allow the occasional visits of the waves to invade his pelt, when the waters met his body the white furs becoming a dingy gray. Hind half was the majority of his body in the water, tail becoming soaked completely through, and the white was become increasingly filthy. In one life this would have been infuriating, if it wasn't the sheer size of the male that brought a gasp of awe from those he came across it was the untainted stark white of his pelage, but now it went completely ignored. He sat with his back to the endless sea, gaze totally focused on the wide furrows and circles his paw was slowly dragging in the sand, though pathetic the only source of distraction his mind could conjure.
Your name: (What you prefer to called?) Neph
How did you find us?: The Stranglehold
Other characters: None
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