Post by Sphuul on Jul 26, 2012 15:57:35 GMT -5
``flesh me out
Name: Nitshke
Nicknames:
Pronunciation: Nit - shka
Health Statues: Healthy
Alliance: Loner
``under the skin
Years: 3 Years
Gender: Female
Breed: Red Wolf
Appearance: Nitshke's frame is decorately painted in a mosaic of rich colors. Black speckled with red and brown, creating a sweet symphony of colors that is very hard to look away from. Her lithe body is created for speed, offering little strength to defend herself, except for flight. A steady 26 inches in size, she is easily taken as a pup to larger wolves. Her long legs are brown and white, her front legs having a small ridge of black along the front. They are thin and stretched, giving her a long stride that eats up the land and covers great distances in short amounts of time. She has a short black tail, made for balance when she is in flight. Her eyes, one a chocolatey brown, and the other, a deep mossy green, are framed with black and red, her ears a deep red. Her cheeks have white spots, with a white muzzle and brown snout. her slender neck is mostly black, with white coming down her muzzle. She has a small, white chest, and a thin red belly to give her less wind resistance.
``inside my mind
Personality: Nitshke is a wolf of patience and kindness. She is not afraid to speak her mind, but she will listen more than she may speak. She is very intelligent, often needing her brains to get out of sticky situations that her small frame can't escape. She's very sensitive to others emotions, sensing when someone is angry or mad and working her way from that, ensuring her safety and sanity. Her sensitivity also drives her a bit mad. She can often have panic attacks and can utter things that don't quite make sense. She loses her sense of direction and often has no idea where she is when she isn't herself. She uses insanity as an escape for the horror and pain she lives in, when it becomes too much for her to bear. When she is in one of her breakdowns, she is quite vulnerable, and she is lucky to still be alive. She finds herself a prisoner inside herself, swirled with emotions that she cannot comprehend and cannot escape from. She has trouble trusting male wolves, but usually gravitates towards them for reasons unbeknownst to her.
``origins
Parents: Froe, infected, and Linae, dead
Siblings: Brei, Frya, Leonn, all infected
History: Born youngest and smallest in a litter of four, Nitshke was used to being thought of last and abused. Her siblings became large and took from her, whether it be toys or food. She grew thin, and became reserved, not speaking to anyone. Her father despised her for her tiny frame and unintolerable ideas. He was a stupid brute, and did not understand her when she grew to be intelligent. Her mother never cared for her, instead giving the best to the ones she thought would survive. Nitshke grew up, solitary and scrawny.
When it came time for her to leave, she happily did. Without her knowing, her father and siblings all became infected, killing and devouring their mother. Their wherabouts are currently unknown. Nitshke was not alone for long. She met another wolf that she instantly had a connection with. His name was Deino, and she loved him. He protected her, gave her attention, and it seemed that she had found what she had been needing for a long time. Things went her way for a while, until they came upon a pack of infected. She watched from a bush as he fought to defend her, and falling in the process. He was devoured before his lovers eyes. She stopped speaking, stopped interacting with others, and began to mindlessly wander, coming to the nearby Arvelin. Her past will never be uttered from her lips, as there are little living, none of which she knows. If you don't know anyone, you don't have to worry about them breaking you apart, do you?