Post by Floare on Mar 18, 2013 20:47:42 GMT -5
Floare
"This is how an angel dies
I blame it on my own supply"
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[/u][/center]I blame it on my own supply"
• Pack •
[/size][/blockquote]Full Name: Floare
Nick-Name(s): None
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years
Rank Desired: Alpha female if it's possible.
Pack: Kervian
Canon/Original/Wanted Ad: Original
[/size][/blockquote]Eye Color: Blueish Silver
Pelt: Her pelt is long and soft with many shades of grey, white, and brown, turning lighter on her stomach and face.
Build: Rather buff, but in a feminine way.
Weight: Medium/Normal
Permanent Markings: Many scars on her paw pads from long treks and such.
Other: [Anything Else]
[/size][/blockquote]Likes: Rain, snow, thunder, honesty, and loyalty.
Dislikes: Liars, things getting out of hand, immaturity, outsiders, and being bothered.
Strengths: Good with pups (somehow x3), jumping high, climbing, great leader, quick thinker
Weaknesses: Death (can take it hard if it's a loved one), guilt, sometimes doesn't give others a chance, trust issues, and fur takes a while to dry from being wet.
Fears: Losing her loved ones, starving to death.
Overall Personality: Floare is an outgoing fae who isn't afraid to fight if needed. However, she has many issues with gaining trust and doesn't get along well with outsiders. Her overwhelming past haunts her and she is mentally struggling with the guilt, but she tries to absolute hardest to be there for her pack and be a good leader. She doesn't ever allow herself to give in and tries her best in everything she does. She values the lives of the good, but thinks otherwise of the bad.
[/size][/blockquote]Dam: Alaina
Sire: Aspen
Sibling(s): The only living pup in the litter
Other:
History: [2-3 Strong Paragraphs (5-8 sentences each paragraph) from birth, to childhood/teen years, to now.]
Floare was the only pup in the litter she was in. Her 2 brothers were stillborn, so she was pretty spoiled. Her parents always made sure she had enough food to stay healthy and she was trained by her father to hunt and helped her to build muscle. A while after her training, her mother was out hunting and was ambushed by a group of male loners. They took her and murdered her. Floare was devastated and had trouble coping with the loss, all the while her father was trying to spoil her even more to help her get over it.
Floare's father left her pack and she hasn't ever seen him since. She met a male named Evergreen and they had a litter of 3 pups; Skye, Hare, and Steal. Shortly after, Evergreen left her for another fae. They ran off to become loners and left Floare to care for all 3 pups on her own. She became overwhelmed and overworked and began to ignore her pups, eventually leaving them to die out of depression. Since then, she has been living with the guilt of her 3 dead pups. She feels as if she can never forgiver herself for giving up.
Alias: - C Box Name - Ryu
Age: 14
Experience: About 6-7 years
Other Characters: nope
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Floare stared up at the night sky, the stars twinkling with a white and yellowy glow. The air around her was frigid, but her fluffy coat kept her cozy and warm in this weather. She inhaled the pine-scented forest breeze and began to trot back to her territory.
Her trotting began to turn into a full-blown run. The fae couldn't decide if she wanted to go home and sleep, or stay in the forest and enjoy the night. For once, it was actually nice outside. Floare hardly ever got to enjoy the outdoors anymore with how busy she has been. <i>Ah, what the heck? I might as well.</i> She slowed down and began to walk along a moist riverbank. The wet dirt smell brought back memories of training with her father. She began to lay down on the edge as she dipped the end of her snout for a drink of the pristine flowing water.
Her trotting began to turn into a full-blown run. The fae couldn't decide if she wanted to go home and sleep, or stay in the forest and enjoy the night. For once, it was actually nice outside. Floare hardly ever got to enjoy the outdoors anymore with how busy she has been. <i>Ah, what the heck? I might as well.</i> She slowed down and began to walk along a moist riverbank. The wet dirt smell brought back memories of training with her father. She began to lay down on the edge as she dipped the end of her snout for a drink of the pristine flowing water.
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