Post by Glitch;!`? on May 27, 2012 9:13:45 GMT -5
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Full Name: Ophelia "Leah"
Gender: Vixen
Age: 3 years
Species: Red fox
Appearance: Ophelia is a pretty vixen, and is, build wise, long legged but lithe. The muscles mass on her body is enough to get her through when it comes to hunting and fighting, keeping her from being too weak and picked on at any point in her live, but it also keeps her from looking bulky, giving her an advantage in speed that she lacks in brute strength. Her long legs also aid this, allowing her to reach some of the top speeds in any test she's tried pitting herself against with other foxes.
Her eyes are a deep, rich amber color, piercing and intelligent, they hide no emotion; if she is angry, they show it, fiery and burning, if she's sad, they mirror it, dark, heavy, almost pulling your very soul to the ground with their weight.
Her coat is soft and shaggy, kept almost impeccably clean when she can. From the top of her snout to the tip of her tail, she's bright reddish orange in color, while her belly, the underside of her snout, legs, and the tip of her tail, are snowy white. She contains a little less black than most red foxes she's met, the only bit being her paws, and an inch or two up her legs.
The Heart
Personality: Leah is a smart, proud fox. Cunning and intelligent, it's well known that she lives up to the nature of the fox. Although she has too much pride to sneak around and pull the wool over people's eyes to get around, she's not above it if the situation calls, as she's found she's very persuasive and some things can't be fixed with completely guilt-free methods.
She is also a highly loyal creature. She's quick to befriend others, that is if they alone can deal with her serious, proud nature, and when a friend is made, she will fight to the death for them, however if they, or anyone else, significantly hurts her, it won't be an easily forgotten thing, for this young vixen holds quite a grudge.
Her temper is shown in this grudge, starting as a cold comment, or stupid gesture from the other one, that hurts her pride in any way, will be retaliated against with extreme prejudice, often involving some cold, sharp words of her own, and then possibly shunning them for some period of time.
Through and through though, you can't define one such as Ophelia by her worst trait- for it is nothing compared to the amount of loyalty and love this brainy, and cunning, fox can give.
Virtues and Skills:
Quick: Long legs and a lithe, small build allow Leah to be light footed and quick, covering large areas of land rather quickly.
Determined: In the face of danger, she tends to keep her head held high and her morals intact, she won't crack under pressure.
Intelligent: Brains run this small girl, and she's not afraid to let it show.
Faults and Weaknesses:
Strength lacking: For all of her speed, it comes with a price. Her small frame, and quick step, left little room for muscle development. She has enough to take care of herself, but in a fight, she must outwit and tire out an opponent.
Stubborn: When Ophelia has an idea, or an opinion, it takes a lot to get her to change it. Even if she is wrong, she may try to cling to her ideas.
Short Tempered: If you try to change those ideas too much, too quickly, you'll get this fiery temper. Leah has a regrettably short fuse.
The Bygones
Brief Bio: She was born to a pair of caring parents, with two male siblings. Her parents died soon after they reached an age that the kits could care for themselves, but her immature brothers still relied heavily on their sister- and care for them she did. She did it out her own loyalty, but as they learned and decided they could care for themselves, she never saw them again, and decided in her own mind that she would never forgive them- not willingly, and would more than likely kill the ungrateful dogs if she ever saw them again.
Family Relations: Her mother and father died over two years ago, not long after she was fit to fend for herself, causing her to also be forced to care for her two brothers until they also could live on their own- and yet, she still tried to keep her little family together. Of course, that didn't happen, as she now has no idea where her brothers are.
Roleplay Sample
(From another site)
Hawkstar's eyes shot open, his claws sinking into the hard packed soil in his den. It was dark, extremely so, which was strange, as the moon should have been near full tonight, light and bathing the camp silver. A strange coldness that couldn't be shaken from his body clung to his bones, and as he inhaled, the sickly scent of blood reached his nose. This should have caused instant panic, but he forced himself calm as he took a few wary steps from his den under the tall-pine. A thick, unnatural fog was crawling across the ground towards him, tendrils of it licking out to brush dampness across his muzzle. He shivered as he found that the pale, ghostly fog was the source of the blood-scent.
Suddenly, a heavy weight was on his back, driving him down with long claws biting into his flesh, teeth in his scruff, and there was no fighting it off. The silence that had been the foggy clearing was now filling, streaming with cats that all reeked of ShadowClan, but their eyes burned, they stood stiff, hate and murder in their gaze. One cat in particular stalked forth, and he knew he would die- but how could he fight? He couldn't, not as he recognized the black cat with the blazing violet eyes that stalked toward him with murder and joy in her eyes.
Once again, the ShadowClan leader's eyes snapped open, only this time, the air was pure and cold, and a watery, dappled sunlight drifted into his den. He exhaled sharply, forcing his tense body to relax. It was just a dream- but why had ShadowClan attacked him? Why was Violetwhisper there, ready to kill him. He forced himself to shake it off, rising to his paws and stretching, forcing away the remnants of his dream- and then her scent reached him. His green eyes searched from the gloom of his den until the cat with the bright violet eyes came into view. It was just a dream, Hawkstar, albeit a morbid one.
Before she could reach his den, he slid out, and padded towards her, meeting her about half way, his dream so easy to forget when he was close to this she-cat. Ever since the loss of Peachblossom, he had been cold, but caring for his clan kept him going. Now, was it possible he would let another cat into his heart?
"Good morning, Violetwhisper."
His voice was a friendly purr as he glanced around the camp, just in time to see the dawn patrol to slip out of camp. Nothing had changed. The horrors of his dream were simply that- a dream. ShadowClan was still together, functioning and working to survive the bitter leafbare, and his deputy was still loyal and- he shot her an affectionate glance of what one may see as friendship, something a leader should have with his deputy, but there was something else buried deep inside of the look, something he could hardly even grasp yet himself. He staggered from the thought, and focused on her path, heading towards his den.
"Did you need something?"
Full Name: Ophelia "Leah"
Gender: Vixen
Age: 3 years
Species: Red fox
Appearance: Ophelia is a pretty vixen, and is, build wise, long legged but lithe. The muscles mass on her body is enough to get her through when it comes to hunting and fighting, keeping her from being too weak and picked on at any point in her live, but it also keeps her from looking bulky, giving her an advantage in speed that she lacks in brute strength. Her long legs also aid this, allowing her to reach some of the top speeds in any test she's tried pitting herself against with other foxes.
Her eyes are a deep, rich amber color, piercing and intelligent, they hide no emotion; if she is angry, they show it, fiery and burning, if she's sad, they mirror it, dark, heavy, almost pulling your very soul to the ground with their weight.
Her coat is soft and shaggy, kept almost impeccably clean when she can. From the top of her snout to the tip of her tail, she's bright reddish orange in color, while her belly, the underside of her snout, legs, and the tip of her tail, are snowy white. She contains a little less black than most red foxes she's met, the only bit being her paws, and an inch or two up her legs.
The Heart
Personality: Leah is a smart, proud fox. Cunning and intelligent, it's well known that she lives up to the nature of the fox. Although she has too much pride to sneak around and pull the wool over people's eyes to get around, she's not above it if the situation calls, as she's found she's very persuasive and some things can't be fixed with completely guilt-free methods.
She is also a highly loyal creature. She's quick to befriend others, that is if they alone can deal with her serious, proud nature, and when a friend is made, she will fight to the death for them, however if they, or anyone else, significantly hurts her, it won't be an easily forgotten thing, for this young vixen holds quite a grudge.
Her temper is shown in this grudge, starting as a cold comment, or stupid gesture from the other one, that hurts her pride in any way, will be retaliated against with extreme prejudice, often involving some cold, sharp words of her own, and then possibly shunning them for some period of time.
Through and through though, you can't define one such as Ophelia by her worst trait- for it is nothing compared to the amount of loyalty and love this brainy, and cunning, fox can give.
Virtues and Skills:
Quick: Long legs and a lithe, small build allow Leah to be light footed and quick, covering large areas of land rather quickly.
Determined: In the face of danger, she tends to keep her head held high and her morals intact, she won't crack under pressure.
Intelligent: Brains run this small girl, and she's not afraid to let it show.
Faults and Weaknesses:
Strength lacking: For all of her speed, it comes with a price. Her small frame, and quick step, left little room for muscle development. She has enough to take care of herself, but in a fight, she must outwit and tire out an opponent.
Stubborn: When Ophelia has an idea, or an opinion, it takes a lot to get her to change it. Even if she is wrong, she may try to cling to her ideas.
Short Tempered: If you try to change those ideas too much, too quickly, you'll get this fiery temper. Leah has a regrettably short fuse.
The Bygones
Brief Bio: She was born to a pair of caring parents, with two male siblings. Her parents died soon after they reached an age that the kits could care for themselves, but her immature brothers still relied heavily on their sister- and care for them she did. She did it out her own loyalty, but as they learned and decided they could care for themselves, she never saw them again, and decided in her own mind that she would never forgive them- not willingly, and would more than likely kill the ungrateful dogs if she ever saw them again.
Family Relations: Her mother and father died over two years ago, not long after she was fit to fend for herself, causing her to also be forced to care for her two brothers until they also could live on their own- and yet, she still tried to keep her little family together. Of course, that didn't happen, as she now has no idea where her brothers are.
Roleplay Sample
(From another site)
Hawkstar's eyes shot open, his claws sinking into the hard packed soil in his den. It was dark, extremely so, which was strange, as the moon should have been near full tonight, light and bathing the camp silver. A strange coldness that couldn't be shaken from his body clung to his bones, and as he inhaled, the sickly scent of blood reached his nose. This should have caused instant panic, but he forced himself calm as he took a few wary steps from his den under the tall-pine. A thick, unnatural fog was crawling across the ground towards him, tendrils of it licking out to brush dampness across his muzzle. He shivered as he found that the pale, ghostly fog was the source of the blood-scent.
Suddenly, a heavy weight was on his back, driving him down with long claws biting into his flesh, teeth in his scruff, and there was no fighting it off. The silence that had been the foggy clearing was now filling, streaming with cats that all reeked of ShadowClan, but their eyes burned, they stood stiff, hate and murder in their gaze. One cat in particular stalked forth, and he knew he would die- but how could he fight? He couldn't, not as he recognized the black cat with the blazing violet eyes that stalked toward him with murder and joy in her eyes.
Once again, the ShadowClan leader's eyes snapped open, only this time, the air was pure and cold, and a watery, dappled sunlight drifted into his den. He exhaled sharply, forcing his tense body to relax. It was just a dream- but why had ShadowClan attacked him? Why was Violetwhisper there, ready to kill him. He forced himself to shake it off, rising to his paws and stretching, forcing away the remnants of his dream- and then her scent reached him. His green eyes searched from the gloom of his den until the cat with the bright violet eyes came into view. It was just a dream, Hawkstar, albeit a morbid one.
Before she could reach his den, he slid out, and padded towards her, meeting her about half way, his dream so easy to forget when he was close to this she-cat. Ever since the loss of Peachblossom, he had been cold, but caring for his clan kept him going. Now, was it possible he would let another cat into his heart?
"Good morning, Violetwhisper."
His voice was a friendly purr as he glanced around the camp, just in time to see the dawn patrol to slip out of camp. Nothing had changed. The horrors of his dream were simply that- a dream. ShadowClan was still together, functioning and working to survive the bitter leafbare, and his deputy was still loyal and- he shot her an affectionate glance of what one may see as friendship, something a leader should have with his deputy, but there was something else buried deep inside of the look, something he could hardly even grasp yet himself. He staggered from the thought, and focused on her path, heading towards his den.
"Did you need something?"
