Taima-Female-Fjordsong

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Name: Taima Dechaine
Nickname(s): Taim
Age: 2 1/2 years
Gender: Female
Pack: Fjordsong
Rank: -see what she can earn in character-

Appearance: In her diamond shaped crown, vivid turquoise eyes draw attention first. Intelligent,penetrating, cold and without fear. Testing the unsteady, and set to teasing with a fierce rapture to dare you to make the first move. Her expression rarely changes, it remains bold and clear looking down 'pon what is the world as it would her. Jaw is set tight and firm flowing smooth with the cool composure wrapped around her gaze. She is purely lean, compact muscle, set up to be a little light on her feet, and still somewhat solid. Blessed with double xx genes she definately has a femine carved look about her frame, and face neither seeming overally large nor small just average. The fur itself has a nice undercoat, and of coarse a somewhat thick top coat all a nice dark, creamy blond.
Picture: img.photobucket.com/albums/v107/levizee/taima1.png

Personality: She is headstrong, and well set in her ways. She has an air of confidence and will not hesitate to stand up for the weak,or tell off the stupid. She is a most loyal a friend any could find, and sometimes a little to honest and blunt. She's gotten better about holding her temper and tongue depending, but they do get the best of her. She is usually quick to forgive, but not about forgetting when wronged. Chances are given, but trust is something she definately doesn't hand out like candy. She has a very hard time trusting others, sharing deep thoughts, or showing happy emotion. She wears a tough mask but under it beats a strong passion ready to take on whatever life hands her, a chance to prove her worth, and to be without fear.

History: Always a wolf of great ambition she was second daughter of her father and mother, the pack's leaders. In her mind she had believed that she would become the next leader when they were gone for her eldest brother was crippled. It then became quite clear her father didn't believe females could lead a pack alone, and a male would have to be chosen. This really brought on a negative change in her, especially when mother had a second litter of pups and the eldest male of that litter would most likely have the lead role. She was bound to snap at anyone without reason, feeling without purpose just because of her gender. Her mother only made things worse acting like Taima shouldn't want more than to care for pups some day.

On the day her brother was officially declared the Alpha Pup, she confronted her sire and despite her intelligence that warned her not to fight against the decree, she let her anger take control. Her sire than punished her, making her omega and planned to choose a suitable mate for her to get "this silly nonsense" out of her head as he put it. She would not be forced into such things and left, bitter and angry vowing she would seek her own life and whatever she made of herself, would be soley because of her. She's been a loner for a time, and is seeking a new pack where she can feel appreciated.
Roleplay Example: I havent roleplayed for awhile, but this is a post from an old character of mine. I know for awhile I might be a bit rusty till i get in the swing of it.

At ease. Arya wouldn't say she was exactly, for she was but she wasn't. One side of her, the side full of hope, the will to live, to go on, to find something better was put at ease she had been accepted. Then the other side was snickering from the darker depths of her soul, waiting for the day when she would fall, fall far and hard not to get up from. Shiver stroked upon spinal colum thinking of death. At times it would have gotten a warm welcome had it shown. Today it was a horror story twisted, strummed together from fantasy, and memory of how some had come to being deceased. Tassel ripped through the air demanding she was in control of the silver stature. The air eased, everything as normal as it would get. She was such a creature full of pride as most were, coming to the realization of how fragile you could be was an upset that in an instant things could change from good to bad, or sometimes bad to good. She was rather headstrong not to let it slow down just because of her physical limits. Her body was nothing but an anchor for her soul, the link tight, and it heavy. It had been a few days after her little tumble and a limp still found itself within her gait. It was funny how she struggled with it, trying to walk as if it didn't hurt. The idea worked all right for a little while till her legiments burned for her to stop the torture. She would agree she needed to slow, then shift her gears down so that all four compasses kept up their work, yet the fourth could touch and lift quicker then the rest. Now for instance, she was near the borders with senses sharp doing her duties,a now patroller of Achak with her slow, and determined stride. She kept asking why she was so dead-set on doing this. Why she was determined to show she could and would do anything for the pack. She could find the answer, or more part of one for it wasn't a whole answer. It was missing something. What she was she wanted to do her best as she always did, to have a place where she belonged. The rest was what she was really asking, if there was more to her determination. Recollections came back to her, as she eased along the tall jade. Meeting the Alpha, recieving her rank. It was a bit of a blur, but still set to stay with her forever. Chrystelle was exactly one of the few who would not stray from her remembrance. Same with Trillian. A sigh couldn't help brushing along her vocals with a release of air, sudden stop as weight pressed from her tender limb. She wondered where they both were, or anyone for that matter. Busy she was sure everyone was to have anything to do with her. They had lives. Their puzzleboxes held the pieces waiting for them to be put together, or most of what any really needed. When she pictured hers it was always missing those important pieces she might have found once, and lost not to be again. A mate, a family, a future. Aye, but the duchess would admit maybe she was close to finding her future. Being patroller of a pack the rest of her days wasn't exactly a happily ever after, however, much better then killing herself slowly with her wretched thoughts. Who could tell, maybe she wasn't cut out for anything more. Once upon a time, when she was very naive, faith was never in short supply, everything good came from something bad, and love was not the dissapointment it had turned into her happy ending came so close. You know how they say 'oh it's funny how ' (then they'd say this thing you didn't think was funny) Arya would say it's really damn annoying and odd how you could love and hate the same thing, the same some one, even exactly at the same time. For an idea she did this to herself. She loved herself at times, how diffferent, and unique she was. In one flip of a switch she could be filled with so much hate for her flaws ,seeing more then was healthy, and get all tangled up with frustration she couldn't change them. Cupio had been someone other then herself she had felt this way about. At first it was love till the day he ripped her heart out and left her to bleed. Admitting at last that he hadn't really loved her, yet instead pretended not to hurt her feelings. Yeah, right. He'd done it all not to hurt her. Really she had this little firefly of hope, trying to let it grow or at least live. Believing he would return and they'd continue where they left off. They never did, and now it seemed like it was hiding to turn up in a nightmare for her. She had loved him then, which grew to hate, then love and everything in between. She had been more then lost that day, puzzled, stuck with so many questions of how she screwed things up that bad he'd up and leave. She didn't know when she had ever cried more. That was enough of that though.

Slipping to her haunches in a sea of green, twin peaks drooped, lids sealing the sunshine trying to coax her from her sorrows. Crest arched hellbound, tassel wrapping close to her as if it was all the company she needed. If only it was. Take a break. The thought occured to her. It was now or later she decided. Torso, lowered the grass tickling the white beneath her as she met ground her compasses sprawled out before her. Paper thins twitched slightly, tiara shifted east and west till she felt certain she was alone. Pink tongue parted from her lips, smoothing over the silver compasses lightly from tip and elbow back again. Twisting her crest carefully she did her hind, the one with the limp being brushed over the most. Quickly she lapped over her for till she was satisfied she looked half decent and placed her between the front compasses. She felt like a lazy grasshopper, who hadn't done any work, or work that counted for anything. Screech of a redtail hawk played in the eardrums admitting it's glory of a successful hunt. Tiara carried in his direction the prize a white rabbit held close in his talons as he soared past her and taking his throne on a nearbye evergreen. Duo orbs settled on him, another call coming from him for any who didn't here of his victory. A smile swept on her lips of the winged majesty. Tiara dipped to him in awe, silent congrats before settling down once more. He was not a wolf, because though the trees might breath,live,and grow they did not hold the warmth she wished for. Snuggling in the grass, gaze held with interest upon him while he ate his kill before her eyes no longer could remain open and things got all hazy with fuzziness.



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