Post by Desdemona on Jul 10, 2015 19:35:28 GMT -8
Character Name : Desdemona
Sex : Female
Gender: Female
Age: 4 (Born in Spring)
Physical Description: Desdemona is a massive wolf that cuts a beautiful but strikingly dominant frame. She stands an an utterly massive 43 inches and she bottoms out just shy of a hundred and forty pounds. Her pelt is the brightest ivory, a rich white that's thick and luxurious making her appear even bigger and even more muscular than she actually is. One of her eyes is a soft gray and the other is a dull blue, it's the only splash of color on her entire frame. Beneath the thick pelt, the muscular dame is riddled with scars, some large, some small, each barring the story of one war or another. She holds herself with a quiet but respectable diginity. She moves with a combination of confidence and grace. She's not a woman that is content remaining idle in the shadows and her impressive frame matches that personna.
Personality : Desdemona is a calm and quiet creature who practically radiates a sense of dominance and power. She's not easily riled, she's not prone to mad or violent outbursts and most of the time the dame is very stoic. Her feelings and emotions, no matter what they may be, do not make themselves known through her countenance. She's battle scarred and it's obvious that she's a warrior but she sees no sense in mindless bloodshed. She dosen't crave war but she certainly won't shy away from it either. Honesty, bravery, respect, family and honor are the core pieces in her heart. Give her respect, prove you are worth her time and Desdemona will be the best ally you will ever have. Disrespect her, lie, or fight with any degree of dishonor and you will craft an enemy like no other. She is fair in her judgements, she dosen't base a souls worth upon what they say, but rather what they do and how they act. She has the capacity to be amazingly kind or wickedly cruel.
History: Desdemona wasn't born on Lagratia. She was born inland several dozens of miles East in a very isolated but densely populated forest. It was divided into seven pack territories and each were violent and power hungry than the last. Her own pack was brutal in their methods of domination but deadly efficient, a litter was born and all but the biggest, the strongest, most healthiest pup were slaughtered to avoid overpopulation. It was a common practice amongst her people and Desdemona was one of the lucky pups. She was raised not by her mother. Her mother wasn't allowed to speak to her, only nourish her when it came time for a feeding. From the moment she was born she was raised to fight, thrown in skirmish after skirmish, being beaten down and forced to keep getting up by older and far larger wolves. As a pup she did not know love. Only determination, the will to fight and the strength of her pack.
She entered her first war at 8 months of age and by the time she reached the age of 1 she bore more scars than most wolves would in their entire life. She was a soldier, a warrior amidst a pack of fighters in a never ending struggle for dominance, territory and food. She dedicated her life to her pack. Her loyalty was unwavering and she proved it as tooth and claw tore threw enemy lines again and again and again. This was the only life she knew and for a long time... she thrived in it. She was a calm, level headed warrior who could respond productively and instantly to any stressful situation thrown her way. Desdemona became a powerhouse of muscle, strength, and brutality.
Halfway through her second year... her life would shatter. A wild fire swept the forest and all seven packs were forced to scatter, dozens died in the blazing flames, many others were crippled or injured beyond repair and the forest was ruined, the territories meaningless without the prey to sustain them. With no pack, no family and no purpose... Desdemona started walking. For the next year and a half the dame refused to settle, refused to form a new commitment to a new group of wolves. The bout of peace and calm settled her, relaxed her, it eased her off the rampant warpath she'd spent so long fueling. She wants a life of... unity. A pack that's bound together by an unshakeable bond, whether they dive into war or settle into peace, Desdemona wants that powerful connection and whether she'll find it or not... she doesn't know.
Additional: None
Stat Point : Strength
Code Word 1 : mathematic
Code Word 2: petunia
Code Word 3: warfare
Code Word Four : honey
Other: I forgot how much I love her ;w;
How did you get here? : Mads <3
Sex : Female
Gender: Female
Age: 4 (Born in Spring)
Physical Description: Desdemona is a massive wolf that cuts a beautiful but strikingly dominant frame. She stands an an utterly massive 43 inches and she bottoms out just shy of a hundred and forty pounds. Her pelt is the brightest ivory, a rich white that's thick and luxurious making her appear even bigger and even more muscular than she actually is. One of her eyes is a soft gray and the other is a dull blue, it's the only splash of color on her entire frame. Beneath the thick pelt, the muscular dame is riddled with scars, some large, some small, each barring the story of one war or another. She holds herself with a quiet but respectable diginity. She moves with a combination of confidence and grace. She's not a woman that is content remaining idle in the shadows and her impressive frame matches that personna.
Personality : Desdemona is a calm and quiet creature who practically radiates a sense of dominance and power. She's not easily riled, she's not prone to mad or violent outbursts and most of the time the dame is very stoic. Her feelings and emotions, no matter what they may be, do not make themselves known through her countenance. She's battle scarred and it's obvious that she's a warrior but she sees no sense in mindless bloodshed. She dosen't crave war but she certainly won't shy away from it either. Honesty, bravery, respect, family and honor are the core pieces in her heart. Give her respect, prove you are worth her time and Desdemona will be the best ally you will ever have. Disrespect her, lie, or fight with any degree of dishonor and you will craft an enemy like no other. She is fair in her judgements, she dosen't base a souls worth upon what they say, but rather what they do and how they act. She has the capacity to be amazingly kind or wickedly cruel.
History: Desdemona wasn't born on Lagratia. She was born inland several dozens of miles East in a very isolated but densely populated forest. It was divided into seven pack territories and each were violent and power hungry than the last. Her own pack was brutal in their methods of domination but deadly efficient, a litter was born and all but the biggest, the strongest, most healthiest pup were slaughtered to avoid overpopulation. It was a common practice amongst her people and Desdemona was one of the lucky pups. She was raised not by her mother. Her mother wasn't allowed to speak to her, only nourish her when it came time for a feeding. From the moment she was born she was raised to fight, thrown in skirmish after skirmish, being beaten down and forced to keep getting up by older and far larger wolves. As a pup she did not know love. Only determination, the will to fight and the strength of her pack.
She entered her first war at 8 months of age and by the time she reached the age of 1 she bore more scars than most wolves would in their entire life. She was a soldier, a warrior amidst a pack of fighters in a never ending struggle for dominance, territory and food. She dedicated her life to her pack. Her loyalty was unwavering and she proved it as tooth and claw tore threw enemy lines again and again and again. This was the only life she knew and for a long time... she thrived in it. She was a calm, level headed warrior who could respond productively and instantly to any stressful situation thrown her way. Desdemona became a powerhouse of muscle, strength, and brutality.
Halfway through her second year... her life would shatter. A wild fire swept the forest and all seven packs were forced to scatter, dozens died in the blazing flames, many others were crippled or injured beyond repair and the forest was ruined, the territories meaningless without the prey to sustain them. With no pack, no family and no purpose... Desdemona started walking. For the next year and a half the dame refused to settle, refused to form a new commitment to a new group of wolves. The bout of peace and calm settled her, relaxed her, it eased her off the rampant warpath she'd spent so long fueling. She wants a life of... unity. A pack that's bound together by an unshakeable bond, whether they dive into war or settle into peace, Desdemona wants that powerful connection and whether she'll find it or not... she doesn't know.
Additional: None
Stat Point : Strength
Code Word 1 : mathematic
Code Word 2: petunia
Code Word 3: warfare
Code Word Four : honey
Other: I forgot how much I love her ;w;
How did you get here? : Mads <3
