Post by Zoe on Apr 4, 2007 1:41:39 GMT -5
IC Information:
Name: Zoe
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Species: African Wild Dog
Faction: Apaise Pack
Power: Mind
History:
Appearance:
Personality:
RP Sample: From another RP
OOC Information:
Age: 19
Contact Information: PM
Name: Zoe
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Species: African Wild Dog
Faction: Apaise Pack
Power: Mind
History:
Zoe was born as the middle daughter into a litter of 7, and raised in the Apaise Pack. Her family was not one of the top Alpha or Beta familes - and they actually never seemed to like the leadership of the pack very much. She was born as the Power of Mind, and actually showed a real aptitude for her powers very early on. From the moment she realized she had the ability, she was trying her hand at manipulating others, reading their thoughts, or playing with miscellaneous objects that she wasn't actually touching. The Beta Female at the time, Eriu, taught Zoe much of her powers since Eriu was also one with the Power of Mind. She also taught Zoe control of her powers since she seemed to have zero regard for her consumption of mana, and didn't care how tired she got. In the learning process, Zoe and Eriu became very close.
When Zoe was two years old, her mother and father, brothers and sisters began planning in secrecy that they were going to leave the pack with intentions of creating one of their own in different territories. Zoe was torn between her loyalties for the Apaise and Eriu and her loyalties to her bloodline and family. One night before her family left, they lead Eriu away on a 'hunt'. Zoe followed, curious as she was and still is, and wondering why she had not been invited. She stayed to the shadows and watched in silence and horror as her family assassinated Eriu away from the pack, in hopes of severing Zoe's ties with the Apaise and having her come with. It ended up doing the opposite, and made Zoe make a silent promise with herself that she would never leave the Apaise to go with her horrible family after the crime they commited.
Zoe ran back to the pack, and told the others of her family's plans and intentions of leaving, and of their misdeeds and the murder of Eriu. The pack assembled, but by then it was too late - their combined cries in the night as they charged to the site of the murder was more than enough warning for the family, and they ran off. Zoe never saw them again, and only assumes that they are living happily somewhere in a pack of their own creation. She has never forgiven them, and still mourns Eriu from time to time.
Appearance:
Zoe is not very large, and with her lean frame and graceful movements, there is no doubt she is feminine. She is thin, but well fed and by no means overly lanky. She has a small black face, offset by her typical large African Wild Dog ears. She is almost of typical African Wild Dog colorings except for the four dark red socks as markings that crawl up her legs and fade to black, and the matching dark red tribal-like symbols that trace along her eyes. Noone is quite sure what the symbols stand for, not even Zoe herself, but she is sure that they must stand for something.
Zoe's eyes are also a matching dark, blood red, but they glow in both night and day- as is the way of all who wield the Power of Mind. If one were to look past the glowing though, they would see that her eyes are split by very catlike pupils.. Thin black slits in a sea of red. No other members of Zoe's family had such eyes, and neither has any other African Wild Dog Zoe has ever known.. But she figures it is just an original marking, much like her tribal symbols.
Personality:
- Reserved.
- Always curious.
- Relaxed.
- Empathetic.
- Compassionate.
RP Sample: From another RP
Lore padded more than quietly through the valley, his ears swiveling for signs of any living creature - wolf or otherwise - almost nervously. It had been a long time since he had been so .. out in the open. He was keeping to slinking his thin and almost elegant frame through bushes but every so often he would stop and look around, letting himself be seen by whoever would dare to look. Before now, he would always hide everything he could, everything but his scent. He wondered now, now that he was allowing himself to be viewed after four and some years.. if any of the wolves here would know his smell. He did frequent their homes, his pack instinct leaving him a desire to be social, but his past giving him the power to refuse the instinct entirely.
His red-orange coat should've stuck out like a sore thumb in a forest, but he knew very well how to hide it - and never coming out in the open for a bath helped him stay nice and dirty to dull the coat as much as possible. He stopped in a bush, figuring he had not been seen at all, and questioned his own reasoning for coming out today. His glowing red eyes peeked out and stared, the only sign of his being there besides the light trace of his scent that was growing weaker by the second- thanks to the breeze that now traveled through the forest. And he waited.
OOC Information:
Age: 19
Contact Information: PM