Post by Lethe on Sept 1, 2013 6:25:34 GMT
Character Name: Lethe
Rank: Loner
Pack: None as of yet
Rank: Loner
Pack: None as of yet
Gender: Female
Age: Four years
Appearance:
Built for the bitter cold of winter, the female's long obsidian coat is a subject of minor pride. Thick and soft, it serves well as defense against misguided and amateur fangs, fitting her lifestyle impeccably. Being a nocturnal creature her stygian fur blends well in dimly-lit areas, only a few strands of brown and white painted into the mix.
Born the runt of her litter, Lethe is generally smaller than those of her subspecies. She holds a petite yet elegant build, her body built on agility and speed rather than strength. Though her muscles aren't very defined, they aren't overall lacking. She may not be able to take down the strongest of game on her own, but wit alone has won her a few battles with prey. However, having spent half of her life primarily in solitude, Lethe has never really had to worry too much about fighting. That being said, only one scar mars her frame and not many will get the chance to see her ventral side.
Mate: None
Pups: None
Relatives:
Severin|Father
Anaali|Mother
Sverre|Brother
Whist|Brother
Irkka|Sister
Personality:
Lethe isn't much of one for words. Introverted and reclusive, the she-wolf has dedicated a great deal of her life to solitude and silence. She doesn't completely shun the idea of kinship altogether, it's just hard for her to tolerate rules and restrictions... and generally most personalities she comes into contact with. To Lethe, there is no point in being angry when it is just as well to forget the existence of undesirable things.
Social ethics are a bit of a conundrum for Lethe. Where she is great with empathizing, the female isn't the greatest at being vocal with her thoughts. Stoic by nature, anything outside the realm of keeping those tedious feelings bottled up just doesn't really make that much sense. It would be best to not expect more than a one sentence (and more often than not, just one word or gesture) response from the somber fem.
Ever observant to the world and those who might happen to be around her, placid eyes see nothing with a rose colored hue. Not quite a realist since she acts on her gut slightly more so than logic, but she bears no delusions about any sort of silver lining. Things are as they are, and Lethe chooses to deal with things as they come.
History:
Other: Seriously, I'll finish soon xD; it's been a while since I've had enough free time to role play, so I'm recycling an old character and revamping the memories I have... but I haven't really done anything since Acorn Rack died. I'm just trying to get to know her before I finish ^^;
Age: Four years
Appearance:
Built for the bitter cold of winter, the female's long obsidian coat is a subject of minor pride. Thick and soft, it serves well as defense against misguided and amateur fangs, fitting her lifestyle impeccably. Being a nocturnal creature her stygian fur blends well in dimly-lit areas, only a few strands of brown and white painted into the mix.
Born the runt of her litter, Lethe is generally smaller than those of her subspecies. She holds a petite yet elegant build, her body built on agility and speed rather than strength. Though her muscles aren't very defined, they aren't overall lacking. She may not be able to take down the strongest of game on her own, but wit alone has won her a few battles with prey. However, having spent half of her life primarily in solitude, Lethe has never really had to worry too much about fighting. That being said, only one scar mars her frame and not many will get the chance to see her ventral side.
Mate: None
Pups: None
Relatives:
Severin|Father
Anaali|Mother
Sverre|Brother
Whist|Brother
Irkka|Sister
Personality:
Lethe isn't much of one for words. Introverted and reclusive, the she-wolf has dedicated a great deal of her life to solitude and silence. She doesn't completely shun the idea of kinship altogether, it's just hard for her to tolerate rules and restrictions... and generally most personalities she comes into contact with. To Lethe, there is no point in being angry when it is just as well to forget the existence of undesirable things.
Social ethics are a bit of a conundrum for Lethe. Where she is great with empathizing, the female isn't the greatest at being vocal with her thoughts. Stoic by nature, anything outside the realm of keeping those tedious feelings bottled up just doesn't really make that much sense. It would be best to not expect more than a one sentence (and more often than not, just one word or gesture) response from the somber fem.
Ever observant to the world and those who might happen to be around her, placid eyes see nothing with a rose colored hue. Not quite a realist since she acts on her gut slightly more so than logic, but she bears no delusions about any sort of silver lining. Things are as they are, and Lethe chooses to deal with things as they come.
History:
Other: Seriously, I'll finish soon xD; it's been a while since I've had enough free time to role play, so I'm recycling an old character and revamping the memories I have... but I haven't really done anything since Acorn Rack died. I'm just trying to get to know her before I finish ^^;
