Post by Ashley on Jan 9, 2011 16:20:53 GMT -5
Delia
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be a murderer
Back to Basics||
Name: Delia
Age: Three and a half cycles
Gender: Female
Pack: Miro
Rank: Warrior
Other: She's a bit overly power-hungry...
Short personality description: Suggestive, Bold, Aggressive, Sarcastic
A Quick Glance in the Mirror||
Looks/Attributes: Delia looked like almost the average white wolf from a far with perhaps a bit of dirt on her, and at first that seems a little dull to match up with her personality, which is in your face from the moment one is confronted with her. But then her appearance comes to a turn up close. The coat that belongs to her is a mix of white and light grey, along with a rich red draped over the top of her muzzle, mixed in with her ruff and down over the top of her, like a bucket of paint had been dumped over her and scrubbed out, but then there was left over stains that could never be taken out of her pelt. It makes her look very striking at first glance.
Her eyes are a light gold with hints of darker black little lines that look like fractures in parts of the pure colored iris, however these lines are nothing special, but a sign that her eyesight is not up to par compared to most others. As well, on her front right paw there is a major thinning of fur from an accident when she was a pup that left a scar, therefore not allowing the fur to as thickly fill back in.
Height: 33 inches
Weight: 130 lbs
Eyes: Golden.
Pelt: White/Grey with red.
More?||
Personality: What could be said about Delia?
Perhaps her aggressive nature would frighten assuming wolves. Perhaps the fact that she is small is why she feels the need to be in the way of things. She growls at the slightest offensive, since she feels that there is no reason for anyone to feel that they have the right to challenge her except for her true superiors that she's confident she could not defeat in a challenge. On the other hand, she is very power hungry. She had dreams of climbing up the ladder as high as she can go. There's an eagerness about her at the idea of taking control, gaining attention and power that hooks onto her like a drug.
The only problem is what sets her upon the pack she belongs to-she never will make up her mind. She desires the power, but she sit back and place and plots, watching to see which side will win. What gets her where. And is it right to go to somewhere powerful where she won't advance?
There is nothing wrong with being who she is. Delia is a flirtatious female, with very little boundaries. She pushes her way into any male's attention that she can-simply because she can. She may lack a lot of quiet, submissive feminine charm that might have been otherwise desirable-she is pushy. She is more likely to start a fight than end one. Only because she will speak out and get in the way.
Likes:
- Males
- Arguing
- Males... Oops, was that a repeat?
- Power
- The Hunt
Dislikes:
- Bright Sunlight
- Her inability to make a choice
- Being put in her play
- Lacking Attention from others
Strengths:
- Flirtatious, Pushy on everyone (especially males x3 - as if this needs to be re-said)
- Manipulative
- Knows how to start trouble very well
- Innocent-looking
- Wants to do good (or is this a weakness?)
Weaknesses:
- Choices
- Emotional attachment to things
- Easily swayed for power moves
- Hungry to be on top
- Wants to do good (or is this a strength?)
History: Perhaps it was all too convenient that her place ended up to be in the pack of indecisiveness. Her parents were born on one side of the spectrum, her father a warrior-a calm, sweet, angelic male who was easily manipulated by a damsel in distress. Only the distress had been his when her mother had gotten hold of him. The result had been of course, Delia. Delia, torn between the need to do the right thing and the want to be like her mother - gorgeous, powerful and wealthy in adoration of her pack. What more could anyone want?
She left her mother's side when she nearly a cycle old, the need to run away from the darkness from her drove her out of where she had been. But she missed it. There was no doubt that there was the longing to possess that power again. The need to be able to climb up on the top of the mountains and watch others perish in her name. But that had scared her as well. She needed to be pure, or else the daydreams of her father that she would have desired to ever so impress would be in vain. Torn, she did the only logical thing which was to flee from the pressures of one side so the balance returned. She has not swayed since.
"Be who you're supposed to be," Her mother had told her when Delia had come slinking back almost a cycle later, "But be it somewhere else. There is no use for the weak." And that had been the last words her mother had ever told her. Delia had fled again, but this time for good. Cruelty scarred her, of course, but there was still always that need, that wonder of what warmth would be. Still, there was so much she desired to do. So she went on a search for something that could show her the right path. Or the wrong one that would be acceptable. After an incident with a trickster wolf, who had sent her over a cliff top, she had curled up inside herself a bit-and out came the current personality of her. The gentleness, the puppy-need to accepted and adored grew into the need to be worshiped. To do so, her mother had needed power. So that was what Delia sought.
Then she had stumbled onto something that had been able to let her stay just how she was. Undecided whether good or evil held the most allure. So she sits in wait. Wanting to decide, but knowing that the mistaken choice could cost her a life. Her own life.
Meet the Family||
Sire: Trav (Slain by Tully)
Dam: Tully (Deceased)
Siblings: None.
Other relations:
The Creator||
Name: Ashley
Age: 18 (which is old, right?)
Other characters: Julien
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