Post by Iris on Aug 3, 2013 3:26:01 GMT -3
Name: Iris
Identity Crisis
Full Name: Iris
Nick Names: No Nicknames.
Gender: Female
Breed: Wolf
Age: 30 Moons
Rank: Remus
Alliance: Pack
Looking In The Mirror (Click this link to go to a puppy creator to give you a good idea of what you want your character to look like. You can either use this picture or another picture in the above spot)
Eye Color: Amber
Pelt: Dark brown, lightening up on her neck with a tan underbelly.
Build: While not particularly tall and muscled, Iris is slender and swift and built well for fighting as she can slip around her opponent quickly and strike blows efficiently.
Identifying Features: You can recognize Iris by her tall ears, always alert and searching for danger.
Any Defects: She has a scar on her chest from a fight with a bear when defending Hunters.
Personality Traits:
History:
Weighing The Odds:
Breaking the Fourth Wall:
Roleplayer Name: Nahara
Other Characters: None
Store Items: None
RP Sample:
Heart beating with the quickness of the hare that ran upon the sight of a hunter, feeling as loud as the roar of thunder as it strikes the earth, Iris was filled with nothing but nerves. Only a quarter of a moon ago did she speak to her father about her ambitions, and only then was it that he began to help give her a bit of extra training, providing his expert advice as he tried to help his daughter. No amount of training could ever have dispelled her worry, and just how inadequate she felt in doing this. Logically, Iris knew that she could do this. Her heart didn't seem to want to listen though.
Today was the day. Calming herself, Iris looked back at her father before turning from her spot in front of the Fenrir's den, where she had been speaking to him, trying to give herself a pep-talk. Knowing she needed to be formal about this, Iris focused only on what she knew was protocol here. Confident she at least knew this, and confident that this would work out in her favor despite her nerves, Iris held her head high and began padding across the camp, her eyes fixed on one figure.
The camp noticed; the intensity of her stare and the seriousness in her body. By following her gaze, most could figure out what was about to happen. They perked up, turning to provide their utmost attention. Then Iris was there, and a hush fell over the whole camp. Dexter had been speaking too his mate, his back turned to Iris. Sapphire, however, had seen Iris. She fell silent, and Dexter quickly noticed and turned around. His eyes fell on her, looked into hers, and he understood.
"Remus of our pack." She began to speak, clear and for all to hear, no quiver in her voice and a fire in her eyes. "You have served well, and proven yourself to deserve the position of Remus, third strongest of all the wolves that have lived here. Here I challenge you to prove once again that you still deserve to hold the title of Remus, and that I, Iris, daughter of the Fenrir Bobby and the Rhea Sable am not stronger." Her eyes were looking straight into Dexter, and he calmly looked back. There was a certain peace in Dexter's eyes. He knew Iris, and the whole pack had merely been waiting for the day she would finally challenge him, and he knew of her determination and strength. Dexter knew what the result of this challenge was. Yet he was content. Iris respected that.
"I accept your challenge." He replied, just as clear and steady. Without another word, the two padded toward the center of the camp, a clearing that was reserved for such formalities. The Fenrir wordlessly took his place, as did the Rhea, with the East and West at their sides. Bolverk stood beside West, and Romulus stood beside East. Iris spared a second to study Romulus, who was intently watching the proceedings. Hunters, Soldiers and Guards all stood on the other side of the clearing. Iris noticed mostly her father and her mother. They looked so very proud, and then Bobby gave a little nod. It ws the indication to begin the fight, but she could also see in his eyes. 'You get him, my baby girl.'
Identity Crisis
Full Name: Iris
Nick Names: No Nicknames.
Gender: Female
Breed: Wolf
Age: 30 Moons
Rank: Remus
Alliance: Pack
Looking In The Mirror (Click this link to go to a puppy creator to give you a good idea of what you want your character to look like. You can either use this picture or another picture in the above spot)
Eye Color: Amber
Pelt: Dark brown, lightening up on her neck with a tan underbelly.
Build: While not particularly tall and muscled, Iris is slender and swift and built well for fighting as she can slip around her opponent quickly and strike blows efficiently.
Identifying Features: You can recognize Iris by her tall ears, always alert and searching for danger.
Any Defects: She has a scar on her chest from a fight with a bear when defending Hunters.
Personality Traits:
- Head-Strong
- Confident
- Dedicated toward the success and prosperity of the pack
- Relies on her connections to her family heavily; Very family orientated.
- Polite, but not really friendly. Won't normally join in a joke and would rather watch in amusement from afar. Exceptions being made for teasing her siblings.
- Ambitious
- Not very good at stepping down and giving someone else the reins, prefers leadership.
- Was the ring-leader for any adventures for her and her siblings, always ready to learn more and become the best soldier she could be for the pack.
History:
- Born to the Fenrir and Rhea, Bobby and Sable, Iris was of their second litter, the first of which had all died before reaching their second moon. Iris was born with three siblings; Gabe, Giselle and a brother named Judo, who died of sickness within the first moon. Iris was the first born
- Growing up as a pup, Iris had been the ring-leader of her two siblings, always trying to convince them to sneak out and try to prove themselves. It was clear from an early age that Iris had great potential to be a wonderful member to the pack. Quickly everyone came to believe Iris would one day be heir, as Bobby obviously favored her and she was pretty much accepted as Bolverk's next squire before even being eligible to become a squire
- At 8 moons, Iris moved to live with Bolverk's two other squires, who lives in a den not far from Bolverk's den. Iris, as she had as a pup, was eager and learned quickly, proving herself once again. Iris would actually end up graduating at 11 moons, a full moon sooner than an average
- Iris has continued showing herself worthy of being given the honor of being Heir. When 23 moons, she took up a squire who would live with her and she would grow close too and would go on to become a guard when her mentor was 28 moons. She gained fought for and won the title of Remus at 25 moons.
- Since her father began to let in strangers to the pack, Iris has been constantly on the edge. She distrusts all of the foreigners, thinks them weak and only a burden to the pack, thinking the pack would be best if they were gone. She loves her father, however in the end Iris will put the pack first and do what is necessary to ensure it's success.
Weighing The Odds:
- Strength: 9
- Defenses: 3
- Endurance: 5
- Agility: 6
- Dexterity: 5
- Wit: 6
- Charisma: 6
Breaking the Fourth Wall:
Roleplayer Name: Nahara
Other Characters: None
Store Items: None
RP Sample:
Heart beating with the quickness of the hare that ran upon the sight of a hunter, feeling as loud as the roar of thunder as it strikes the earth, Iris was filled with nothing but nerves. Only a quarter of a moon ago did she speak to her father about her ambitions, and only then was it that he began to help give her a bit of extra training, providing his expert advice as he tried to help his daughter. No amount of training could ever have dispelled her worry, and just how inadequate she felt in doing this. Logically, Iris knew that she could do this. Her heart didn't seem to want to listen though.
Today was the day. Calming herself, Iris looked back at her father before turning from her spot in front of the Fenrir's den, where she had been speaking to him, trying to give herself a pep-talk. Knowing she needed to be formal about this, Iris focused only on what she knew was protocol here. Confident she at least knew this, and confident that this would work out in her favor despite her nerves, Iris held her head high and began padding across the camp, her eyes fixed on one figure.
The camp noticed; the intensity of her stare and the seriousness in her body. By following her gaze, most could figure out what was about to happen. They perked up, turning to provide their utmost attention. Then Iris was there, and a hush fell over the whole camp. Dexter had been speaking too his mate, his back turned to Iris. Sapphire, however, had seen Iris. She fell silent, and Dexter quickly noticed and turned around. His eyes fell on her, looked into hers, and he understood.
"Remus of our pack." She began to speak, clear and for all to hear, no quiver in her voice and a fire in her eyes. "You have served well, and proven yourself to deserve the position of Remus, third strongest of all the wolves that have lived here. Here I challenge you to prove once again that you still deserve to hold the title of Remus, and that I, Iris, daughter of the Fenrir Bobby and the Rhea Sable am not stronger." Her eyes were looking straight into Dexter, and he calmly looked back. There was a certain peace in Dexter's eyes. He knew Iris, and the whole pack had merely been waiting for the day she would finally challenge him, and he knew of her determination and strength. Dexter knew what the result of this challenge was. Yet he was content. Iris respected that.
"I accept your challenge." He replied, just as clear and steady. Without another word, the two padded toward the center of the camp, a clearing that was reserved for such formalities. The Fenrir wordlessly took his place, as did the Rhea, with the East and West at their sides. Bolverk stood beside West, and Romulus stood beside East. Iris spared a second to study Romulus, who was intently watching the proceedings. Hunters, Soldiers and Guards all stood on the other side of the clearing. Iris noticed mostly her father and her mother. They looked so very proud, and then Bobby gave a little nod. It ws the indication to begin the fight, but she could also see in his eyes. 'You get him, my baby girl.'
