Alright,lets give it a shot.
Name: Rebecca
Age: Teen-ish
Gender: Female.
Appearance: -Can't post pic for some reason.-
Rebecca is a tanish-brown wolf with sea green eyes. She is very skinny,has a few tufts of fur,and a mane stretching from her head to her back.The mane is dark brown,and her paws are sandy-colored.She is fairly small.
Personality: Very quiet; standing up for herself alot.Sorta picky,in that 'standing out from the crowd' way.
History: Rebecca was the runt of the litter in her birthpack. She was small; smaller than the others. When they opened their' eyes,she didn't. She was cast out as a 'reunos' and left to die. But,against the odds,she survived. Almost carried by a hawk,(by the time her eyes opened),she scrambled into a cave,ruled by a fox.The fox just lost her litter to the cold. But,perhaps of this little pup,she could still have a child?She had more than plenty of milk,and took the runt. She raised her. Raised her as her own. Rebecca learned to hunt,climb,jump,slash,tear,and stare down enemies with her demonic eyes. Her eyes could burn straight through your soul. They sent such a shiver down your spine that you took off running without a word.By that time,Rebecca noticed she was bigger than the fox;so much bigger,she knew that this was not her real mother. She set out early one fall morning,searching. Searching for days. Weeks. Months.Nobody. No trace of any canine.That ended in April;she picked up the scent of many wolves.She sniffed,sniffed looking for information. Lacrymosa wolves,this is our territory,led by a female,lalala.... thought she. She headed on.Ran smack into the pack in the middle of a hunt.
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Role Play Sample: Rebecca twinged,staring down at the river.There had been no fish in the stream for two hours.None.She looked up and set off,looking for a different spot. She found a pond where they were all stuck.She plunged in,slashing,tearing guts out of fish,in a killing spree. The pond was clouded with red.She saw an abnormally large fish that had no wounds; no wounds at all. She ducked in for that specific one,leaving the others to the shore for bears and others.She sent a slash;a powerful slash,to the fish's dorsal fin.Water bubbles flailed.Red blood spattered in the already-red and murky water.The fish squalled to the side,then buried itself in the sand.It began kicking sand at Rebecca's face. She scrambled in the pebbles,digging.Soon she saw a pinprick of scale and bit the sand. Bit down hard. Blood squirted.Rebecca floated to the surface and sat the fish down.
I might not be able to go on the website,because of family protection.Sorry.
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