OOC:
Name: Anita
Gender: F
Age: 15
Other Characters you play: -
IC:
Name: Dimmu
Age: 4
Gender: F
Appearance:All black, she has blue occs, which seem to pierce though your soul when she gives you a hard cold stare. She has long legs and is very slim and slender. Though she has a powerful hit to her jaws once she bites you if you anger her. Her teeth fir her long dainty muzzle perfectly, though her pelt isnt all that thick and it is thin . It makes her coat appear soft and smooth though it really is a rough texture to it. Her talons are over grown and are dangerously long. Sometimes she breaks them upon running after prey. Her plumage is long, thick and luscious unlike the rest of her peltage. She has a scar just under her left armpit, though not visable to the public, but she is the only one who knows its there. Her sonars are a bit big for her cranium but its not all that noticable until you really have a long look at her.
Personality:Quiet, very quiet and keeps to herself unless she is baying at the moon. The odd day she will be active and rush toward you with playfulness. Though her playful mood will not last all that long. She is a more of a serious note to her then most other wolves. She had grown up to quickly as a puppy , but had no choice but too. She can be kind, and charming but to only get her way with a male then she will rip his heart right out of his chest , unless she really falls cranium over heels for him. Which only happned once but the male eft her for someone else and it formed a harder shell upon Dimmu . She will not hand out love, respect nor will she hand out sympathy easily. You have to earn her respects, as well as love, but for sympathy of a loss , forget it. She lost many things in life but never dwells upon them. She carrys on her life each day and has fun whenever she can. Although a quiet female, Dimmu will still not hesitate on howling at the moon now and again if she is feeling a bit wild. Dimmu is more of an instigator then a fighter, though she wont back down from a challanger if challanged. She tends to be a suck up at times, but usually falls back on it faster then she fell into it.
Mate: -
Pups: -
Relatives (on this site): -
Roleplaying Sample:
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|The Dimmu |
|has come.|
Darkness set into the land and the voices of birds faded as the moon began to rise over the horizons. The sound of crickets began to hum throughout the night as night came and killed the day. A dark silloutte of formation appeared which seemed like from nowhere. Golden hues of peircing tint glowed from the shadows as she drew herself closer to the edge of the lake to take a drink.
Curling pink carpet swung and lashed out of her maw assulting the lake to take in the fresh coolness of the body of water that lay lifelessly. Not a ripple was seen until Dimmu invaded it . The sound so serene as she lapped up the liquid into her maw and swallowed it letting it sail smoothly down her dried pipes. Occular looked about as she took her last sips then slowly brought her dial upward and snapped herself arouns to walk off.
Pretty dark pads kissed the ground with tenderness as she walked away from the lake that was once disturbed for her own intentions, and that now lay still once again to rest. The moon shown over the lake and gave off its reflection over the water to invade the lake's privacy, and to kill away all intentions of darkness. Dimmu tip-toed with deadly silence as she patrolled the area carefully, keeping her hues wide open for intruders as well as her twin peaks where on a keen listen for trespassers who thought that they could pass her by without her knowing.
Dimmu was one hell of a good watcher. She was going to be the best guard this pack ever had even if she where to die for the title. She had fought many times before and wasnt afraid to admit it nor was she ever afraid to use her deadly hooks either. This pack didnt seem very different from her previous pack she thrived within. A pack was a pack, it was all the very same shit, but different smelling pile.
A rumble broke the serene silence as her stomach interfered with the quiet. A snort was made as she still was hungry, but hell she was a shitty huntress and she knew it all to well. She would hate to admit it to the rest of the pack about her hunting abilities for fear of becoming exiled for it. Or perhaps her insecurities where kicking in once again as she thought this.
Stopping dead in her tracks her luck had it that there was a small rabbit perched ontop a tree root. Twisting her maw as she studied it as if to have deep doubt in being able to catch it for a meal. Another snort fell from her as she just stood there like a blundering fool as if to now know what the fuck to do with it. Where were the hunters when you needed them?
Deciding to play with her own fate she crouched low and silently stalked toward it eye balling it hungerly as she gave a soft ginger like grin toward the rabbit as it seemed to never take notice of her stalking him. Golden hues locked onto her target as her maw tightly held shut and sonars perked forth as she concentrated upon the smaller creature with deep intentions. As if she where hypnotised. You can do this Dimmu... You can do this...
Mitts lifted slowly one after another, silently, deadly motion, as her formation still never made obvious as she stalked the poor basterd and was only a mere foot or two away from it before lunging at it to make its judgement call.
Maw parted to reveal deadly hooks, as she snapped herself forth lifting off into a wild leap her occuli still locked upon target as she lashed out upon the rabbit. Catching it out of famishment it was her very first prey she had succeeded in killing and catching to eat. Landing upon all fours she snagged the hare within her jaws and shook it wildly to break its neck. A loud snap was heard from the vertabrea as it instantly died upon impacting shake. Dimmu for once felt proud about her swift kill.
She had never done that before . Hell what happened? Maybe all it took was deep thought and consideration or maybe it was just due to being famished to death and that she was desperate in catching her dinner. The jet Ebon Bitch stood upon lean pips after she heard the snap of vertabrea and peered over her shoulders to see if another was coming to join her for dinner. But this was hers. As anyone would have to fight her for it or at least go catch their own hare. Dimmu was too famished to even want to share even if it were the Alpha.
Dropping the little basterd she plucked her talons into the peltage of the hare and dug in her hooks to peel away the pelt with the help if her talons. The sound of shreading was heard as Dimmu ripped it from limb to limb to get to the fleshy tasty morsal. She snarled in hunger as she felt blood run from her maw and she ate it quickly, though it really wasnt a meal but it was good enough to tie her over from weakness until a pack hunt was made obvious.
There was soon nothing left upon the bones of the hare as she finished the light snack. Blood dripping from her maw she licked away the driplettes as she thought about how her luck turned around the tables. She felt good about it too. For once.. She grinned toward the bones as she stepped away from them and padded off toward the lake to fetch another fresh cool drink.
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Dimmu
