Post by reese on Jan 15, 2011 3:27:33 GMT -5
Name: Giselle
Nickname(s): Elle, Ellie
Age: Adult
Gender: Female
Pack: Raekerin
Rank: Beta or Wildcat
Appearance: Giselle is a slender and petite wolf, making her quick and light on her feet. Her coat is a gradient, beginning with an off white on her feet, the bottom of her tummy, and chest, a dark gray covering most of her sides, and a small patch of black fur on her back near her tail. Parts of her gray coat are edged by tan, particularly near her hindquarters. Her nose is short and eyes an expressive brown.
Picture: click here
Personality:
spunky; Giselle was the only girl in her litter and as a result developed a bit of a boyish personality acquired from her brothers. She's game for a challenge and is never found without energy. She's quick-thinking, witty, and a little bit stubborn.
naive; In Giselle's world there are very few bad things. Perhaps she was fortunate enough not to have encountered too many terrible things in her short life but it does make her a little naive to the things that happen. She's also naive when it comes to other wolves, most wolves she's met have been trustworthy which can make her an easy target for manipulative wolves with not-so-good intentions.
cheerful; For the most part Giselle's countenance is a cheerful one. Her loves to joke and play, but occasionally does not display the appropriate control in serious situations. Often, she is reprimanded for this but her genuine friendliness and respect for authority keeps her from getting annoying.
loyal; Once a friend of Giselle, always a friend. She's fiercely loyal to her family, friends and pack and is willing to go to great distances to ensure that they are taken care of. Occasionally her want to get involved can lead to her getting in the way or meddling.
adventurous; Giselle can definitely be a pup at heart and loves exciting new adventures. Send her on a mission to a territory six miles away and she's as happy as a clam.
History:
Giselle was the only daughter in her mother and father's second litter of pups. She was simultaneously spoiled by her proud parents and picked-on by her rowdy brothers. Her former pack was a close group of wolves and she was always aware of the support that surrounded her.
Two years into her life famine struck the area and one by one members of the once familial pack began to dissipate, and the ones that stayed fought amongst themselves. Unfortunately, around this time was when mothers were giving birth, and the younger wolves who could were encouraged, even pressured, to pursue lives outside of the needy pack. Giselle was one such wolf, who after months of venturing stumbled upon the Raekerin pack.
(Sorry this history is kind of poor, I have zero muse for this aspect of Giselle)
Roleplay Example:
Wendy looked around at her new school. The lemony smell of cleaner was in the air and the halls, crowded with students, were buzzing. Each of her steps was tentative, unsure, she analyzed the students around her and wondered if anyone was doing the same to her. Unlikely she decided, yes it was a new school year for her but for everyone else it seemed like a continuation of the old one. Old friends stood in groups around a locker discussing their summer adventures and laughing about new haircuts. Kids shouted from across the hall and high-fived classmates from last year. Nobody was interested in the new girl.
Not just a new girl she reminded herself, the scholarship new girl. That made all the difference didn't it? Her bell-bottom jeans, which were a little short (they stopped around her ankles), the light pink blouse with the daisies on it her mother had made her wear, and her worn, faded chucks gave her away. Although to be fair, this ensemble wouldn't have made her queen of the prom at her old high school either. This outfit had been a fluke though. When she moved from little old Topeka, Kansas to sparkly Beverly Hills (yeah, yeah we're not in Kansas anymore blah blah blah) she'd accidentally brought the cardboard box marked in big black magic marker letters "Giveaway", instead of the one that read "Clothes".
Now it was her first day, in a place completely out of her comfort zone, where she was already the lowest on the totem pole and she was wearing the blouse she'd picked out for her grandmother's birthday party two years ago, and jeans that hadn't been cool since the eighth grade (and even that was stretching it a little bit, they'd been...acceptable). Oh, but the chucks? Those had been on purpose, at least she'd made sure to wear these on the plane.
Just then, a swinging backpack hit her face as a short kid with little blonde spikes sprinted past her down the hallway, waving his arms frantically and practically screaming, "Dan! Hey Dan! Wait Up!" Irritated, Wendy shook her head and rolled her eyes, feeling a little sorry for "Dan". He'd probably hurried ahead on purpose. She looked down the hallway and could make out the tiny blonde head bobbing up and down crowd, still waving and hollering as loud as his little frame would let him.
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