Post by dorey on Oct 18, 2007 16:26:45 GMT -5
Anya
age 3
gender Female
breed(s) Anatolian Shepherd Dog
pack Loner for now
personality
Anya is queit, she doesn't take intrest in others really but is aware of teh world. She knows how to fight but prefers not to show her skill until despratly needed. She sometimes doesn't seem to care about her life and would willingly sacrifice it for others. She often looks sad but covers it up the instant anybody mentions it. She is often curios about humasn having been wild all her life and tries to cover up her feelings at most times due to her opinion that they will make her weaker, having been badly treated in the past she is afraid of getting close to others even if they are her alpha. Some call her inexperienced because she is quite young but Anya is very smart and strong and will figt til the end.
appearance
Anya is a dark golden brown hue with slight red lights in her coat when she moves fast, she has green eyes with a startelingly focused look in them. She is quite small for her breed but still is rather big over most dogs. Her tail is long with a slightly odd darker red tip. Anya hasa lot of scars, most are around her flanks from her days training as a warrior but some are around her nexk and one paticularry long scar runs down teh middle of her face not affecting anything like her vision but sitll disfiguring her, well at least in teh eyes of some males. Anya doesn't care mcuh for appearence so her fur is usually quite messy and sticks up all over the place, it usually has at least one stick in it.
history
Anya has never been owned. Born out of a breeding between a stray female and a owned male she was always a outsider in her birth pack, to try and help her daughters way Anya's mother taught her single pup how to fight but was to harsh reulting in Anya fleeing at a year old.
She moved around a lto but eventually true to her mothers teachings joined a sort of travellign pack and tried to settle down there. Unfortunatlly the pack leader kept harassing her and trying to breed with her forcing Anya into one of the lowest positions because she refused to be any males "pet" as she put it.
So at two years and a half Anya was ejected from the pack and in fleeing wondered into the city, Anya was almost hit by a car and decided to hide iin the alleys observing the humans and becoming fascinated by them. One day while in the park she met a dog who was on the lead, he told Anya more about the humans and horrifed Anya left teh city and headed just into teh countryside so she could be close to the fascinating humans but still a free dog.
RP example (Not this character): It was nearing the end of autumn, cold mulch and tattered leaves gathered around Mei's feet as she walked the pain pounding out a constant rhythm in her head. She had moved free of Nightwing a hour ago, she hoped that she would find a permanent home there but then it had always been in her nature to wonder.
Reaching the top of the hill Mei seated herself and looked over the land musingly, she could se the distant wash of the sea beating slightly franticly against the still golden sand of the beach that stretched on into plains leading up to cradle the tip of the hill roughly and then to flow over it until reaching the edge of the forest.
Turning the other way she could see the frothing river almost bursting its banks with the amount of water flowing within it from the leftovers of last years winter somehow stored in the mountains to burst over the distant spray of the waterfall and canter down to the sea. With a slight yawn Mei turned again.
Now she was looked over to the distant burning sand of the desert and the tilting edge of Nightwing that reached out almost as a unsure child did to its parent. Not that Raven needed any such comforts Mei reflected with a wry grin as she turned to the final point, the direction she had came from.
A endless stretch of forest seemed to fan out between two distant mountains pointing up to the sky the beginnings of a river stirred just to the left gathering strength until it threw itself over the waterfall. In the more distant of the mountains a shadow seemed to nestle at the bottom, caves? Mei would probably find out someday.
It was only now that she realised the poundings in her head were getting worse, this time she didn't try to stop it. Mei closed her eyes only for them to open minutes later except this time a lot kinder and more open. Merope looked around her in bewilderment and then laid down softly waiting for another wolf to come along and perhaps explain more of her mystery to her. She still had no idea where she was and she was starting to feel the clutching hand of fear winding around her heart.
Reaching the top of the hill Mei seated herself and looked over the land musingly, she could se the distant wash of the sea beating slightly franticly against the still golden sand of the beach that stretched on into plains leading up to cradle the tip of the hill roughly and then to flow over it until reaching the edge of the forest.
Turning the other way she could see the frothing river almost bursting its banks with the amount of water flowing within it from the leftovers of last years winter somehow stored in the mountains to burst over the distant spray of the waterfall and canter down to the sea. With a slight yawn Mei turned again.
Now she was looked over to the distant burning sand of the desert and the tilting edge of Nightwing that reached out almost as a unsure child did to its parent. Not that Raven needed any such comforts Mei reflected with a wry grin as she turned to the final point, the direction she had came from.
A endless stretch of forest seemed to fan out between two distant mountains pointing up to the sky the beginnings of a river stirred just to the left gathering strength until it threw itself over the waterfall. In the more distant of the mountains a shadow seemed to nestle at the bottom, caves? Mei would probably find out someday.
It was only now that she realised the poundings in her head were getting worse, this time she didn't try to stop it. Mei closed her eyes only for them to open minutes later except this time a lot kinder and more open. Merope looked around her in bewilderment and then laid down softly waiting for another wolf to come along and perhaps explain more of her mystery to her. She still had no idea where she was and she was starting to feel the clutching hand of fear winding around her heart.