Post by Teak on May 9, 2010 7:23:34 GMT -7
Name: Siobhanian (Full) {Pronounced Shi-VAHN-ee-an} She only ever gives out the name Siobhan {Pronounced Shi-VAHN}
Age: 2 years 2 seasons
Gender: Female
Personality: Siobhan is a rather meek little creature, with a naturally submissive nature, She's not one to fight against her oppressors. That is not to say that she is a femme who simply goes along with everything and everyone that had power over her, just that her strong opinions are kept in the shadows, where no dangerous beings can lay their eyes upon them. She is a puzzle peice, swathed in intellectual value, though also coated in bad situations. Lass is incredibly smart, and sweet. However, Naïveté is a common trait, because she's known nothing but a servant's life her two and a half years. She knows barely anything of the outside world, well the world any further than the edge of the kingdom. She's quick witted however, and a fast learned. She knows when to keep her head down, and is an expert at being unnoticed. She longs for freedom however, and it usually found daydreaming during any time she's not preforming duties. She's not particularly driven when it comes to forming relationships with others, only two others have really gotten past the exterior, Mother and a male by the name of Jhalx {J-HALL-ex} but she's not a corner crab for sure. She has conversations with just about anyone she doesn't cower from, but it will take quite some time before a lasting bond is to be formed.
Looks: Siobhan is your regular Eurasian wolf, though perhaps she is a smaller, leaner build. Somewhat gangly looking, she could pass for younger than she is, which irks her to no end. Her body is coated mostly in lighter shades, the base being as close to white as possible (what with few washings) Though, shoulders,spine,sides,and ruff are dappled with slightly lighter shades of silver. Layered on top of these darker areas is an even darker shade of the same silver, acheiveing a look as if she was casted from silver. Ears are rimmed with black, as well as a patch of fur beneath her nostrils. Claws and paw pads are an inky color caught somewhere between chocolate and midnight. Nose is a comfortable wetness and black-ness. Her eyes are a light light gold, as if they had never darkened from her adolescent days. Legs are of a medium length, though a bit long in proportion to the rest of her body. Tail of of a longer length then perhaps normal, reaching almost the bottom of rear legs. She's a bit underweight, but not emaciated or scary-as-crap-that-chick-is-gonna-die-tomorrow, just a bit skinnier than someone in the prime of their life should be.
History: Siobhan's trapped fate started long before her birth, when her mother was taken to the King's home to be a servant, due to her odd looking coat patterns (she was a mexican wolf, with silver and tawny) Father was another wolf of the King's crew. Their coupling was a secret affair, but obviously Siobhan's mother couldn't hide a thing such as pregnancy for long. She birthed two whelps into the world in the dead of winter. One who looked almost exactly like his father,a burly male named Jhalx and a little female who seemed caught between parent's looks. Her pelt was of white (like father, who was white base with brown/grey overtones) with mother's silver casing who would be named Siobhanian. The whelps knew nothing of the turmoil there birth had caused, afterall servants/king's crew weren't allowed to couple. period Whelps grew, ever so slowly it seemed, oblivious to the fact that father had disappeared off the face of the earth. Mother and the others that he had known were alone in noticing this. They were weaned, and after a few weeks mother's body was found outside "Murdered by Witches" was the offical vredict. Her children however, thought and knew otherwise. She had taught her children her exact beliefs and her daughter followed her "stay unseen" policy strictly. Jhalx on the other hand, found things incredibly horrid, now that mother was gone and knew he could slip away. Weeks of planning gave the perfect opportunity and he escaped. Siobhan was questioned of course but "knew nothing" (Another fact - she's an estoundingly good liar) and left the interrogation with nothing but a scar beneath her right eye. She's hoping perhaps Jhalx is still on the outside (and alive) and willing to try and get his dearest sister free.
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Were you referred by someone? Nope. You guys are on Shudder's Affie list, and I always like to check that stuff out. I'm Bink there, but usually I'm called Teak so if you see that, it's usually me.
Roleplay sample:
It was puzzling to me, the fact that I hadn't stayed changed, especially the first time, but after a few times where I had lain in the other skin for mere minutes; I had enjoyed it for what it was worth. However, the only thing that came to my mind when I thought of my particular condition was "werewolves." As a young child, like so many others I had been obsessed with the supernatural, Dracula and Wolfman, and all things alike and had gotten my hands on all the books I could handle. A week ago, I had dug those books from the closest, and poured over anything and everything I could find on "werewolves".
Nothing had exactly matched, and that was what freaked me out the most, even though deep down I really didn't care. I could walk and run, which was infinitely better than these stupid human legs. I wasn't scared per sae, maybe just a bit startled, but mostly excited. Suddenly, attention would be plucked from my current thought lines, mother hovering as usual, though still managing to drive.
"Jonah. Jonah! Are you alright baby?" never mind that I was 17 and obviously not in any sort of pain, just distracted and not responding to her obnoxious babbling.
“Fine” came my rough reply, I had no patience for her overpowering smothering. The car coasted to a halt, thankfully we had reached the Plaza. She’d hop out, ignoring my iciness and pulling the chair from the back. Soon I was in it, digging through my many pants pockets trying to show my mother that I did indeed have my cell, and yes of course I would call her if anything happened. She left after checking me once again, with a sigh I happily got away from her.
I walked…er wheeled across the plaza, for the moment contented to be away from her suffocating presence, though wishing for his legs back all the time.
One thing about being like this? I didn’t need to walk around forever to find a bench, though I would have gladly stood anyday.
The Above Post is from Shudder, where I've used the name Bink
Age: 2 years 2 seasons
Gender: Female
Personality: Siobhan is a rather meek little creature, with a naturally submissive nature, She's not one to fight against her oppressors. That is not to say that she is a femme who simply goes along with everything and everyone that had power over her, just that her strong opinions are kept in the shadows, where no dangerous beings can lay their eyes upon them. She is a puzzle peice, swathed in intellectual value, though also coated in bad situations. Lass is incredibly smart, and sweet. However, Naïveté is a common trait, because she's known nothing but a servant's life her two and a half years. She knows barely anything of the outside world, well the world any further than the edge of the kingdom. She's quick witted however, and a fast learned. She knows when to keep her head down, and is an expert at being unnoticed. She longs for freedom however, and it usually found daydreaming during any time she's not preforming duties. She's not particularly driven when it comes to forming relationships with others, only two others have really gotten past the exterior, Mother and a male by the name of Jhalx {J-HALL-ex} but she's not a corner crab for sure. She has conversations with just about anyone she doesn't cower from, but it will take quite some time before a lasting bond is to be formed.
Looks: Siobhan is your regular Eurasian wolf, though perhaps she is a smaller, leaner build. Somewhat gangly looking, she could pass for younger than she is, which irks her to no end. Her body is coated mostly in lighter shades, the base being as close to white as possible (what with few washings) Though, shoulders,spine,sides,and ruff are dappled with slightly lighter shades of silver. Layered on top of these darker areas is an even darker shade of the same silver, acheiveing a look as if she was casted from silver. Ears are rimmed with black, as well as a patch of fur beneath her nostrils. Claws and paw pads are an inky color caught somewhere between chocolate and midnight. Nose is a comfortable wetness and black-ness. Her eyes are a light light gold, as if they had never darkened from her adolescent days. Legs are of a medium length, though a bit long in proportion to the rest of her body. Tail of of a longer length then perhaps normal, reaching almost the bottom of rear legs. She's a bit underweight, but not emaciated or scary-as-crap-that-chick-is-gonna-die-tomorrow, just a bit skinnier than someone in the prime of their life should be.
History: Siobhan's trapped fate started long before her birth, when her mother was taken to the King's home to be a servant, due to her odd looking coat patterns (she was a mexican wolf, with silver and tawny) Father was another wolf of the King's crew. Their coupling was a secret affair, but obviously Siobhan's mother couldn't hide a thing such as pregnancy for long. She birthed two whelps into the world in the dead of winter. One who looked almost exactly like his father,a burly male named Jhalx and a little female who seemed caught between parent's looks. Her pelt was of white (like father, who was white base with brown/grey overtones) with mother's silver casing who would be named Siobhanian. The whelps knew nothing of the turmoil there birth had caused, afterall servants/king's crew weren't allowed to couple. period Whelps grew, ever so slowly it seemed, oblivious to the fact that father had disappeared off the face of the earth. Mother and the others that he had known were alone in noticing this. They were weaned, and after a few weeks mother's body was found outside "Murdered by Witches" was the offical vredict. Her children however, thought and knew otherwise. She had taught her children her exact beliefs and her daughter followed her "stay unseen" policy strictly. Jhalx on the other hand, found things incredibly horrid, now that mother was gone and knew he could slip away. Weeks of planning gave the perfect opportunity and he escaped. Siobhan was questioned of course but "knew nothing" (Another fact - she's an estoundingly good liar) and left the interrogation with nothing but a scar beneath her right eye. She's hoping perhaps Jhalx is still on the outside (and alive) and willing to try and get his dearest sister free.
Picture:
(C) OwnerWere you referred by someone? Nope. You guys are on Shudder's Affie list, and I always like to check that stuff out. I'm Bink there, but usually I'm called Teak so if you see that, it's usually me.
Roleplay sample:
Apr 25, 2010 15:22:38 GMT -7 @bink said:
I could tell you exactly how I felt down to a tee in just one word. Solid. The constant flux of temperature had left me feeling perpetually twisted, constantly waiting for the mark that he wanted to sink below, and stay there. However, now the lovely-but-sickening-at-the-same-time feeling had deserted me. Leaving me planted firmly in the chair. Oddly enough, I longed for the pain of the first change again, just so I knew I wasn't slowly going entirely numb. That pain, though it was far worse than the leg stealing pain, had not only left me feeling alive, but had left me with not two, but four legs that had worked perfectly, beyond perfectly even. The loss of that was far worse than even the stone masked boy could handle without mulling it over constantly. It was puzzling to me, the fact that I hadn't stayed changed, especially the first time, but after a few times where I had lain in the other skin for mere minutes; I had enjoyed it for what it was worth. However, the only thing that came to my mind when I thought of my particular condition was "werewolves." As a young child, like so many others I had been obsessed with the supernatural, Dracula and Wolfman, and all things alike and had gotten my hands on all the books I could handle. A week ago, I had dug those books from the closest, and poured over anything and everything I could find on "werewolves".
Nothing had exactly matched, and that was what freaked me out the most, even though deep down I really didn't care. I could walk and run, which was infinitely better than these stupid human legs. I wasn't scared per sae, maybe just a bit startled, but mostly excited. Suddenly, attention would be plucked from my current thought lines, mother hovering as usual, though still managing to drive.
"Jonah. Jonah! Are you alright baby?" never mind that I was 17 and obviously not in any sort of pain, just distracted and not responding to her obnoxious babbling.
“Fine” came my rough reply, I had no patience for her overpowering smothering. The car coasted to a halt, thankfully we had reached the Plaza. She’d hop out, ignoring my iciness and pulling the chair from the back. Soon I was in it, digging through my many pants pockets trying to show my mother that I did indeed have my cell, and yes of course I would call her if anything happened. She left after checking me once again, with a sigh I happily got away from her.
I walked…er wheeled across the plaza, for the moment contented to be away from her suffocating presence, though wishing for his legs back all the time.
One thing about being like this? I didn’t need to walk around forever to find a bench, though I would have gladly stood anyday.
The Above Post is from Shudder, where I've used the name Bink