Post by Crista on Jan 8, 2012 4:00:22 GMT -5
Character Name: Crista Stella Caerulea
Age: 15 in Human Years
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf
History:
Age: 15 in Human Years
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf
History:
When Crista was born, she was cared for and looked after. She had 3 siblings, all boys, so it was hard to get milk from the mother. She then became a runt. She didn't grow very well, but her mother still loved her. Her father hated her, he wanted all boys, as they could be good in the pack as hunters.Appearance:
But then, the Ignum Mortem wolves came and attacked her family, and because she was so thin, she could hide in amongst the trees and escaped. But she never saw her brothers or parents again.
She remained hidden, until she found a young family of wolves in Rose Valley, and she became the Omega of their pack, Rosa Ancra. Then, she lived in harmony, but wishes revenge on the Ignum Mortem Pack...
Crista is a grey wolf. She is dark grey with a brown saddle, which is outlined with a pale gold stripe. She has black rings around her neck, with brown on the back. Her face is mainly grey, with glowing green-blue eyes and a black marking from her nose to her brown ears.Personality:
She is still thin, and has long running legs which she uses for hunting, as well as her sharp fangs. Her tail is bushy and long, with scars on the tip. On her left ear, is a long, pink scar, which is the only thing she has left of her family, as her oldest sibling tried to play with her with sharp claws.
Crista is brave, fearless. She can approach the most frightening of creatures without backing down. She is also adventurous, she really likes exploring, and has a mind like a map, tracking every move she makes.Role-play Example:
Crista is also friendly, but she rarely shows it. She knows how to have friends, but never wants to lose them after the incident with the Ignum Pack.
She has the best sense of humour out of everyone in her pack, and always plays fair. This makes her popular with pups, as they never leave her side when she tells her amazing stories.
Crista sniffed the ground. It was moist. The grass was covered in small gems, dewdrops, and they made the earth smell sweet. She carefully treaded her way through the field, staring into the horizon as the sun began to rise. When it did, the land would glow gold and orange, and she just loved to watch such an amazing phenomenon.
Crista's ear twitched. She could hear something. She quickly turned, her whole body in attack position, and she crouched low. Her ears twitched again. A small brown creature came bounding towards her. A fat hare! She quickly lept after it, paws pounding against the ground, chasing after her prey. The hare obviously knew she was chasing it, as it was hopping even faster. Crista struggled to keep up. She growled at the hare, hoping to stun it, but it didn't work. She kept running after it.
Suddenly, the rabbit went straight down, right into the earth. Crista stared at it. It was a rabbit den.
Yummy.
