Post by Asphyxia on Dec 27, 2010 2:21:20 GMT -5
Nakita
"Go spin circles for me,
wound relentlessly around the words we use to sling.
Oh, such torturous things
always chewing up the only ones I ever mean."
Back to Basics||
Name: Nakita
Age: About to be four winters.
Gender: Female.
Pack: Seifal
Rank: Alpha
Other: N/A
Short personality description: In a word, broken.
A Quick Glance in the Mirror||
Looks/Attributes: Nakita has the looks any young wolf would positively pine for. She is a few inches below the average height of a wolf of her age, and this suits her quite nicely. Although she is a tad thin, well-defined muscles are still visible. Groomed white fur covers her frame, blemished only by a small scar running through her right eye, and a few extremely small, if not unnoticeable, battle scars on her chest. If you were to look Nakita over more closely, you would notice that she seems to be streamlined, meaning she was made for running. Her long limbs flow nicely into her small torso.
Her amber eyes are seemingly the most noticeable feature about herself, as, with most wolves, they seem to peer into your soul. The black slice of a pupil stands out boldly. Even though her eyes may seem perfect, there is a sliver of dark blue in her right eye. She never did know how that happened, maybe a gene separation gone bad? Although this is but a minor defect, Nakita is still ashamed easily when others mention this. She finds that the blemish is embarrassing, and goes against her "ruler" status. This blemish also makes her think of her father, and that tugs at the hole in her heart.
Height: 30 inches.
Weight: 110 pounds.
Eyes: Amber, with a small dark blue sliver in her right eye.
Pelt: White.
More?||
Personality: Broken. Vain. Fighter. All words that describe Nakita, the young femme. Although it is an ancient law of her pack not to fight for leisure, she..ah..bends this rule a tad. Like, if a wolf was to snarl at her, or threaten her, she should defend herself, right? She doesn't go around making threats, however. She just fights back.
Like many young females, she is quite vain. However, Nakita...takes it over the top, let's say. Take it over the top as in she preens over herself on a regular basis, and grooms herself to perfection. During mating season..she goes a little male crazy, attempting to seduce every male she comes across. She is quite good at it, to say the least.
And, of course, she mourns the loss of her father. Why is this feeling so strong? Many wonder. She herself thinks it is because she did not know the cause of his death. That, really, is the origin of her liking for fighting. She has a belief that everyone who harms her harms her father's spirit. Crazy, hm? She frequently tries to fight this tie to her father, but she is unable to forget his last choked words. The thought of her brother also twitches the wound, as she still does not know if he is alive or not. In all honesty, she doesn't care about her mother. It was her choice to abandon Nakita and Skoll.
Likes:
- Males. {She is a freak during mating season.}
- Fighting. {Although she may look small and defenseless, I wouldn't want to get in her way. She has needed to defend herself more than once, and discovered she was quite the toughie.}
- Sunsets. {Don't ask me why, they mystify her.}
Dislikes:
- Competition during mating season. {As mentioned before, she is..ahh...mascue-mad during the season.}
- Loosing a fight. {Well, who wouldn't, in all honesty? Nakita may take it a tad harder than others, however...}
- The thought of her family. {You mention them, you may as well be writing out your will.}
Strengths:
- Fighting. {She's a strong fighter.}
- Loyal. {Never would she abandon her pack in their time of need.}
- Speed. {Nakita adores running. She's fast, and can run for an extremely long time without decreasing her speed.}
Weaknesses:
- Anger. {Nakita can get very angry, very fast.}
- Skittish. {Sometimes, Nakita can be extremely skittish around suspicious wolves.}
- Size. {She's a bit at the bottom-end of the height scale for Tundra wolves.}
History:
"Daddy?"
The soft, juvenile voice spoke out of the darkness, and the shocking white coat seemed to glimmer in the moonlight. Nakita's amber eyes, now glinting green, peered into the cave, as wolves possessed a power man always longed for, to see in the dark. Amoux snarled out from the cave. "Nakita, dearest, leave me. It's my time. I love you, Kita. Remember me, help your brother and mommy," came the choked reply. "No! Daddy, please. Can't you ask death to stop? We need you!" Nakita said, fat, angry tears beginning to form around her eyes. She saw her father's blue eyes glinting with pain, and his slightly yellowed creme head shaking slowly. "Kita, not even I can ask that of death. I love you, sweetest," Amoux said, resting his head on his paws. "Nakita...Kita..," came his last words, then a choked cough, then silence. The small child rushed into the cave, nuzzling her father's corpse. "No! Daddy?" Nakita said, in a pitiful voice. How foolish. She thought death would skip over her family. Whimpering softly, she curled up next to her father, feeling the warmth slowly drain from his body, and watching the blue sparkles in his eyes fade. That was her life. Her father dying when she was a mere pup, her mother going mad with sorrow at the fact that he was dead, and tearing out of the cave the next morning. Her brother looking at her with his dark eyes, and promising to watch over her. Them being separated a year later, by pursuit of a hunter. And now, being back in her childhood territory, still mourning the loss of her father slightly. It had left somewhat of a tear in her heart, something that was slowly mended, but still tender around the stitches.
Meet the Family||
Sire: Amoux(Deceased)
Dam: Ayime (Unknown)
Siblings: Skoll (Alive)
Other relations: N/A
The Creator||
Name: Ashley.
Age: 14.
Other characters: N/A
Role play sample: "Mmh, if only the caribou would listen. Then famine problems everywhere would be solved, hm?" Cour replied, laughing softly.
Watching her frolicking by the water caused Cour an odd sort of pleasure. When she moved back in fright, Cour could not resist laughing softly. Silently reprimanding himself, he moved towards the water. As she lay down, he could not help admiring the smoothness of her pelt, or the way her limbs moved in flawless synchronization.
Cour took Celeste's place by the water.
"Move with the water, my dear," Cour said, his melodious voice still shaking with laughter. As the waves washed over his paws, he moved back slightly, so not to fall. When the waves receded, he returned to his original position.
"See?" he said, backing up. He shook some water from his left paw, and sat down, a mere three feet from her. Truthfully, he wanted to tell her how he felt right then and there, but he knew that she didn't stand foolishness. He would have to tread carefully...
Her next question brought on another wave of conversation. 'Good,' Cour thought. He really wasn't much of a conversation-starter. He preferred to listen, to understand.
"Yes, I enjoy the serenity. There's just so much to ponder upon here," Cour replied, smiling.
A sudden inspiration to continue the conversation spurred him forward.
"Have you a mate?" Cour asked, hoping he wouldn't tread on a broken heart. He helped his question along with a sly smile.