Post by Hikari on Aug 13, 2010 18:02:08 GMT -7
:Formal Name
Hikari
Informal Name:
Kari
Breed:
Himalayan Wolf
Age:
7 Years
Fur Color:
Mottled Tan
Eye Color:
Amber
Gender:
Fae
Paired To:
Dylyn Denoi
Personality:
Bitterness. An emotion so familiar, yet so foreign to this fem. It controls her, like a puppeteer yanking at his marionette. She breathes it, she lives it, she is it. Bitterness manipulates her strings until she is powerless to defend against it; so Hikari resents, she lashes out, and she hates. Helpless against the storm, the doll spirals out of control; left with her own misery as a constant companion. She does not empathize, nor does she sympathize; instead, she looks down upon those who give in to their weaknesses. Passionate to the very core of her bodice; the fem is a fierce guardian and a relentless soldier. Hikari likes very few creatures, and respects even less. Her trust is fragile, but once it is earned, it is easily broken. Constantly on an offense, the lupin never has a kind word for anyone; but instead, sharp knives that pierce the heart and destroy self-esteem from the inside out. Beneath her prickly nature, though, hides an awkward, insecure wolf. Hikari likes control. She likes to decide where she goes, how she behaves, and who comes along with her. A heavy resentment for the humans has been born of that like; thoroughly poisoning her opinions of the human race.
Hatred. Hikari hates just like she fights; brutally, wildly, often without a single notion of how the hatred came to be. She does not attack without reason; but when provoked, her logic and control is ripped to shreds. She attacks to maim and kill; and never takes a fight lightly. Almost like a shark, when she smells blood; she pounces. Like a bully, her sharp orbs search for weaknesses; slip up, and she has ammo. Hikari does not consider herself a cruel wolf, and while others might disagree; she chooses to view her lifestyle as survival of the fittest. In her swift, searching eyes, weakness is unavoidable. But if you give in to those weaknesses, then you deserve what you get. Life is a game, and if you give up, then you will be taken down by stronger players. Hikari lives her life in the moment, refusing to back down and wait for the stronger players to take her out. Although she is not above petty tricks and nasty jabs; retreating or giving up is never an option.
Manipulation. Although sly and sometimes cunning, Hikari never portrays herself as anything other than a vicious, bitter animal. She will not roll over and allow someone to pet her belly; she will bite the person's hand off if they try. She won't wag her tail; she will pin her ears back and growl at strangers. Aggression is all she is, and everything she stands for. Those who pretend eventually lose themselves in the end, so why would she risk that? Hikari does not understand human's in the slightest, despite sharing an unwanted mind bond with one. Their petty games and sly take downs have never made sense to the straight-forward she-wolf, and most likely never will.
Protective. However aggressive and uncaring Hikari is, she considers it a matter of pride, self-respect, and a sense of duty to protect those that are her unofficial pack members. If she allows one of them to become injured, then it reflects back upon her in an unseemly matter. Appearances, while not worth much, are everything to Hikari.
Sample Post:
Clouds rolled overhead, rumbling drearily against a backdrop of endless gray. Mountains loomed ominously in the distance; their off white peaks ringed in thick, silver mist. Tension rolled throughout the forest, as creatures raced for shelter; anxious to avoid the potentially fatal risk of a flash flood. Weaving stealthily beneath a canopy of lush, emerald forest; a lithe she-wolf paused, her auds pricking forward intently. A small tickle in the back of her mind itched; like a scratch that was out of her reach. Grumbling, the vicious vixen shook her cranium; attempting to progress forward as she ignored the irritating itch. The doll only made it a few more steps toward the North, before the itch developed; efficiently freezing her in place. Amber eyes widened in surprise and confusion as the itch turned into a searing pain; a small whimper escaping her velvety lips. Unfreezing, she pawed at her aching tiara, a sudden impulse taking over her body. Dizzily, she spun around; amber orbs fixed upon something unseen in the opposite direction. Surging forward, the fierce Fae loped through the forest; dodging trees, rocks, and bushes alike. Her pillars stretched out further, hungrily eating up the Earth as it swirled by; a complete mess of colors and undistinguished objects. What was this impulse?
The urge to run South was overwhelming every instinct in her bodice; something was drawing her far, far away from her current position. Stumbling, the Fae went down; tumbling head over heels. Sputtering for breath, the she-wolf rolled to a stop; her amber orbs narrowed irritably. Glowering, the lupin painfully clambered to her paws; shooting the loose stone behind her a disgusted look. Tripping forward, she painfully tested her paws; relieved to find that nothing had been damaged in the fall. Stretching, the puppet shot a wary look around her wild surroundings; orbs narrowed suspiciously. This was unfamiliar territory, who knew what was lurking around the corner? Curiously, the wolf crept forward. Something wet hit her muzzle, causing her to rear back in surprise. Biting back a yelp, the canine shot a repulsed look at the skies; another wet drop hitting her square on the snout. Snorting, the finicky marionette dove under a nearby oak, impatiently waiting the storm out.
