I actually have 2 versions of the picture... lol 8D;;; The one at the top is un-edited with her real colors, the one at the bottom is... obviously edited. C: I tend to like edited pictures better. <3
Name: Marina
Age: Young Adult (19 Human Years, abouts? C:)
Element: Water
Personality: Me? I am... mature beyond my years, I guess you could say. I have little tolerance for pups and those who act immature. Honestly, I'm really rather rude to strangers and those that I doona see often, but once you convince me you're worthy of me trust, I'll open up a bit and relax. Though, for some people I'm not exactly willing to admit that I like them... <.<
History: My history!? Puh.. My childhood was rather uneventful after the first month of me life. I was born from a fire element Father and an Air element Mother. At first they wondered why my Brother and Sister were of their elements, my sister being Fire and my Brother Air, but for someodd reasons I was Water. I suppose they only wondered because there was no record of the Water element anywhere in our lineage, except for one on me mum's side.
My da's side of the family was strictly Fire until he met my mum. Not sure why, musta been dumb luck since elements aren't supposed to run in the family. Apparently they hadn't been taught that, or... Maybe they had, they just forgot. I donna know.
Anyways, my parents got into a fight the day before my siblings and I were born. Mum and da separated a week after we were born, my da taking my sister with him. Mum told me da had said my brother would have been too hard to train, and he didna want me because he didna know how to deal with the water element. I hurt, sure, but mum must have spoiled me enough to fill the void, because it doesna hurt so much anymore.
My brother didna make it, he managed to get himself lost in the woods and lose control of his powers, burning himself to death while me mum was out hunting. At least... that's what we assumed happened. I was asleep in the den, where he shoulda been, and my mum found his body half burned and fully dead about 10 minutes away. He was only 3 weeks old, I doona know how he managed to do it, but he did. I suspect it wasn't him but... Mummy willna listen to me. :/
My mum ditched me within the tribe, claiming she had no idea how to train me.
I soon found out the real reason why she left me. A few days later she came to speak with me, and I was nearly crushed by what she said. She told me she was dying from cancer and couldna bear to die in front of me, let alone leave me to fend for myself. She had come back to tell me, only an hour before her death, because she didna want me to live with the thought that she loved me any less than a good mother would just because she left me with the tribe. The older Runes' had buried her nearby, and ever since she left me with them they trained me. I was grateful, because I wouldna have been so great at using my powers if she'd died and left me to teach myself.
I scarcely remember anything about her besides what she told me before she died, but I must have loved her, because my heart still longs for mum like it longs for fish when I havna had any for 3 months, that being, throughout the winter when all the fish are trapped under a 3 inch sheet of ice.
RP sample: I licked my lips and buried the remains of the fish, its' meat stripped from the bone and the bones licked until they were a shade of pearl white. Satisfied with my meal, I stood and shook out my pelt, staring into the water. I sighed and sat down, really quite bored. I grinned, forming bubbles in the water and letting them float freely. After about 10 minutes of bubble forming, I figured I'd try to make a bigger one. I stared intently at the water, narrowing my eyes and concentrating. As the bubble rose I relaxed a bit, letting it grow. After a while I figured if it got any bigger it might swallow me up, so I prepared to release it and let it roam. I blinked and turned suddenly, the bubble popping and splashing me with a thin layer of water as my concentration shattered. I huffed and looked around, swearing I had heard something. I obviously wasn't fond of being alone, and this was why. As I forced my muscles to relax, I turned and stared right into the eyes of the beast; the one I'd only seen in my most vivid nightmares. No, I wasna looking at him... I was looking at his reflection. I sucked in a breath and moved forward slowly, but of course it was a mistake. The last thing I remember of that night was a bone-chilling scream and the blood of an innocent pup being spilled, and I couldna do a thing about it, for I was no match for the great beast.
I'm also trying to write in first-person for a potential book that I haven't started yet. o.o Constructive criticism on the personality, history, and role-play example are welcomed. x] And yes, I know doona, willna, shouldna, and the like aren't words, but Marina has a partial scottish accent. C: Yes, partial. Partial because I'm still working on my own Scottish accent. >< But why am I doin' that?! 8D Cuz I like Scottish accents, doona judge me lol. v.v'
