Virani Sa'rina (A C C E P T E D)
Oct 23, 2011 10:39:23 GMT -5
Post by Courtney on Oct 23, 2011 10:39:23 GMT -5
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GENERAL
::First Name:: Virani
::Last Name:: Sa'rina
::Alias:: Will sometimes answer to Vi.
::Gender:: Femme fatale
::Age:: 3 years
::Species:: 100% Grey Wolf
::Pack:: trying for Tîrelî
::Rank:: none
BLOODLINE
::Father:: Racht Julec
::Mother:: Veress Sa'rina
::Brothers:: Dialicus Sa'rina
::Sisters:: none
::Whelps:: none
::Descended From:: Venora Sa'rina
PHYSICAL
::Height:: 2 feet, 5 inches
::Weight:: 85 lbs.
::Colorage:: Just like most of her family, Virani is mostly a black blot of fur. Her back, ears and face are black with hints of tan here and there, and there is a small white diamond in the middle of her chest, on her breastbone. Her stomach and legs can be described as more tan with black flecks, and the tail turns from black to tan and back to pure black. Her eyes are a dull amber.
::Build:: Virani can be be determined as an average sized female. Her ears, face, legs, longness of body, and tail are all average-sized. But her muscles are not. Virani has well developed muscles packing her sleek frame. Her paws are a bit too large though, but she considers that a plus. This sometimes runs in her family's genetics. All the better to steer with. (Word Count: 354)
::Good Traits:: Virani is basically a solid mass of muscle and tissue, with fur. She's trained herself to be more aware of her surroundings then most wolves.
::Bad Traits:: Virani has many scars on her face and neck. The fur has grown back, but not as dark or lush as before. They give her a rogueish look.
MENTAL
::Good Traits:: Once you get under Virani's skin, you just might gain her respect, which leads to her approval. Most don't bother though.
::Bad Traits:: She is extremely negative and confrontational. She often thinks the worst of anything.
::Personality:: Virani Sa'rina is dark. This is probably the best word to explain her personality as she is always looking for the tarnish on the gold coin. She is doggedly set in her ways, and set against changing. Very anti-social. She would prefer to be off on her own then being crowded by persisting 'friends'.
Stranger wolves often see the darkest side of Virani. She'll be openly hostile and rude, so as to discourage any thoughts of friendships. Left alone, leave alone is the best option for her. As far as out-ranking wolves go, she is cordial. She will step out of the way, answer questions in a reasonable timeframe, and follow orders accordingly. However, there will always be the tiny flame in her eyes that screams out she doesn't trust anybody.
Pups are a nuiscance to Virani. She is the type that hates being in contact with anything for more then a second, and to her that is the definition of pups. She despises them, and when one attempts to approach her, the tiny whelp is met by a stern snarl and retreating hocks.
The wolfess has never been in love and doesn't know what it feels like. So she makes up a feeling and deems it stupid, too heady for her. She thinks it would create a sort of tunnel vision, which to her means death. No man has even attempted to approach her with the intentions of courting. And if one does, she aims to change his mind quickly. {Word Count: 1,369}
::Alliance:: dark
::History::
3 years ago, in the darkest part of the spring night, Veress Sa'rina, Queen of Venora, was giving birth. She was all alone in the Danau breeding den, due to the fact that 60 days ago, she had a one night stand with a strange brute. This was her first litter, so she was having a hard time with the birthing. The fact that the very first pup was large was making it even harder. Soon enough, though, the pup was lying in a heap on the floor. A short time later, Dial's sister, Virani, was born, with much less straining and pushing. After suckling from their mother, the threesome fell fast asleep.
From the moment that the siblings were corraled out into the harsh sun for the first time, Dial was the loved one. The cherished one. All the wolves just seemed to fawn over him, not surprising, as Virani later found out the importance that her twin brother had on the survival of the pack itself. The older wolves never really spoiled him, but to a young pup's eyes and brain, this is how it seemed.
Dial was not the only one being conditioned, however. Virani was being taught too. Not as leader and how to lead, but as a follower and how to take orders, as well as the never-ending fued between all royal wolves.
Months passed quickly, as they always do, and the brother and sister grew quickly. Their pudgy puppy fat faded into sleek, muscled forms, looking like a miniature wolf. Paws, forever seeming too big for thier bodies, got bigger. Baby blue orbs faded into golden ones, with the classic cold, unhumorous look of all Venorians.
When both pups turned one year, Veress started amping up thier training. Virani went on scouting missions with the adult wolves, a few of which she was eventually allowed to lead. She was exposed to all manner of situations, including that of torturing trespassers or even killing. Dial seemed attached to his mother's hip, learning how to lead. The two yearlings saw less and less of each other, and had no time to establish the rapport that often exists between littermates.
12 months later, having been assigned as head Scout, Vi was leadin a patrol when they chanced upon a skinny bedraggled wolf. Quickly glancing the wolf over, she deemed it dispatchable and ordered the wolves with her to kill it. The scouts quickly dispatched the lone wolf, but little did they know that the wolf carried a deadly poison inside his body, one he's carried for years but for some reason only that day was it truely dangerous.
Within five days, the young wolfess noticed something happening to her followers. They were slobbering at the mouth, and always hanging around the lake. Each time a wolf was deemed too far gone, Virani ordered them killed. But soon all her scouts had symptoms. A few turned on her and chased her for miles. Snarling with fury at thier disobedience, Virani turned tail and ran. She ran until she couldnt run anymore, and finally glanced behind her. Her pursuers were nowhere to be seen.
In lands she had never seen before and very disoriented, Vi slept and ate for a couple days, resting her fatigued body and deciding her next course of action.
Finally, the wolfess started moving, going somewhere. She didn't have any idea as to where, but she was just going. Perhaps she would be a loner. Perhaps she'd go claim Tîrelî. Last time she checked it was empty. Who knew? Time would tell. {Word Count: 3,350}
::Additional Information:: Raised to have an unreasonable, festering hatred to the Teli'air and Lyrit families, and also her ancestor Lilian and her descendants.
::Example Post::
GENERAL
::First Name:: Virani
::Last Name:: Sa'rina
::Alias:: Will sometimes answer to Vi.
::Gender:: Femme fatale
::Age:: 3 years
::Species:: 100% Grey Wolf
::Pack:: trying for Tîrelî
::Rank:: none
BLOODLINE
::Father:: Racht Julec
::Mother:: Veress Sa'rina
::Brothers:: Dialicus Sa'rina
::Sisters:: none
::Whelps:: none
::Descended From:: Venora Sa'rina
PHYSICAL
::Height:: 2 feet, 5 inches
::Weight:: 85 lbs.
::Colorage:: Just like most of her family, Virani is mostly a black blot of fur. Her back, ears and face are black with hints of tan here and there, and there is a small white diamond in the middle of her chest, on her breastbone. Her stomach and legs can be described as more tan with black flecks, and the tail turns from black to tan and back to pure black. Her eyes are a dull amber.
::Build:: Virani can be be determined as an average sized female. Her ears, face, legs, longness of body, and tail are all average-sized. But her muscles are not. Virani has well developed muscles packing her sleek frame. Her paws are a bit too large though, but she considers that a plus. This sometimes runs in her family's genetics. All the better to steer with. (Word Count: 354)
::Good Traits:: Virani is basically a solid mass of muscle and tissue, with fur. She's trained herself to be more aware of her surroundings then most wolves.
::Bad Traits:: Virani has many scars on her face and neck. The fur has grown back, but not as dark or lush as before. They give her a rogueish look.
MENTAL
::Good Traits:: Once you get under Virani's skin, you just might gain her respect, which leads to her approval. Most don't bother though.
::Bad Traits:: She is extremely negative and confrontational. She often thinks the worst of anything.
::Personality:: Virani Sa'rina is dark. This is probably the best word to explain her personality as she is always looking for the tarnish on the gold coin. She is doggedly set in her ways, and set against changing. Very anti-social. She would prefer to be off on her own then being crowded by persisting 'friends'.
Stranger wolves often see the darkest side of Virani. She'll be openly hostile and rude, so as to discourage any thoughts of friendships. Left alone, leave alone is the best option for her. As far as out-ranking wolves go, she is cordial. She will step out of the way, answer questions in a reasonable timeframe, and follow orders accordingly. However, there will always be the tiny flame in her eyes that screams out she doesn't trust anybody.
Pups are a nuiscance to Virani. She is the type that hates being in contact with anything for more then a second, and to her that is the definition of pups. She despises them, and when one attempts to approach her, the tiny whelp is met by a stern snarl and retreating hocks.
The wolfess has never been in love and doesn't know what it feels like. So she makes up a feeling and deems it stupid, too heady for her. She thinks it would create a sort of tunnel vision, which to her means death. No man has even attempted to approach her with the intentions of courting. And if one does, she aims to change his mind quickly. {Word Count: 1,369}
::Alliance:: dark
::History::
3 years ago, in the darkest part of the spring night, Veress Sa'rina, Queen of Venora, was giving birth. She was all alone in the Danau breeding den, due to the fact that 60 days ago, she had a one night stand with a strange brute. This was her first litter, so she was having a hard time with the birthing. The fact that the very first pup was large was making it even harder. Soon enough, though, the pup was lying in a heap on the floor. A short time later, Dial's sister, Virani, was born, with much less straining and pushing. After suckling from their mother, the threesome fell fast asleep.
From the moment that the siblings were corraled out into the harsh sun for the first time, Dial was the loved one. The cherished one. All the wolves just seemed to fawn over him, not surprising, as Virani later found out the importance that her twin brother had on the survival of the pack itself. The older wolves never really spoiled him, but to a young pup's eyes and brain, this is how it seemed.
Dial was not the only one being conditioned, however. Virani was being taught too. Not as leader and how to lead, but as a follower and how to take orders, as well as the never-ending fued between all royal wolves.
Months passed quickly, as they always do, and the brother and sister grew quickly. Their pudgy puppy fat faded into sleek, muscled forms, looking like a miniature wolf. Paws, forever seeming too big for thier bodies, got bigger. Baby blue orbs faded into golden ones, with the classic cold, unhumorous look of all Venorians.
When both pups turned one year, Veress started amping up thier training. Virani went on scouting missions with the adult wolves, a few of which she was eventually allowed to lead. She was exposed to all manner of situations, including that of torturing trespassers or even killing. Dial seemed attached to his mother's hip, learning how to lead. The two yearlings saw less and less of each other, and had no time to establish the rapport that often exists between littermates.
12 months later, having been assigned as head Scout, Vi was leadin a patrol when they chanced upon a skinny bedraggled wolf. Quickly glancing the wolf over, she deemed it dispatchable and ordered the wolves with her to kill it. The scouts quickly dispatched the lone wolf, but little did they know that the wolf carried a deadly poison inside his body, one he's carried for years but for some reason only that day was it truely dangerous.
Within five days, the young wolfess noticed something happening to her followers. They were slobbering at the mouth, and always hanging around the lake. Each time a wolf was deemed too far gone, Virani ordered them killed. But soon all her scouts had symptoms. A few turned on her and chased her for miles. Snarling with fury at thier disobedience, Virani turned tail and ran. She ran until she couldnt run anymore, and finally glanced behind her. Her pursuers were nowhere to be seen.
In lands she had never seen before and very disoriented, Vi slept and ate for a couple days, resting her fatigued body and deciding her next course of action.
Finally, the wolfess started moving, going somewhere. She didn't have any idea as to where, but she was just going. Perhaps she would be a loner. Perhaps she'd go claim Tîrelî. Last time she checked it was empty. Who knew? Time would tell. {Word Count: 3,350}
::Additional Information:: Raised to have an unreasonable, festering hatred to the Teli'air and Lyrit families, and also her ancestor Lilian and her descendants.
::Example Post::