na'zyia - female - painted wolf
Aug 18, 2013 3:05:08 GMT -5
Post by NA'ZYIA on Aug 18, 2013 3:05:08 GMT -5
na'zyia;
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BASICS:***
NAME: Na'zyia.
ALIAS: Sometimes goes by Zee.
AGE: One year.
GENDER: Female.
SPECIES: Lycaon pictus AKA Painted Wolf, more commonly called African Wild Dog.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Lesbian.
PACK: Packless.
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APPEARANCE:
IMAGE SET: click.
SET PERMISSIONS: Images are CC.
COAT: Short, coarse hairs colored in an array of blacks, whites, and tans.
COLOR: Mostly white on her sides, patterned with random splotches of black, tan, and white.
EYES: Round, dark amber in color.
SCARS: N/A.
HEIGHT: Twenty-eight inches.
WEIGHT: Seventy pounds.
COMPLETE APPEARANCE:
A body built to last, to endure. Lithe, agile, graceful. Na'zyia is built up to standard; a canine specially designed to run alongside its prey until it tires out, slows down, and is in within reach of her powerful jaws. She doesn't look like much. A skinny body with long, slender legs and a sad excuse for a tail. It would be unwise to underestimate her power, however. She has a large jaw, typical of her species, capable of tremendous power. Backing up her jaws, she has thick muscles in her neck. Her tail is fairly long, but the fur is thin. Her fur thickens along the underside of her neck, though everywhere else it is thin. Topping off her unique looks are a pair of large ears.
Her body looks as though someone splashed paint on it. White is the main color feature along her limbs, tail, and underside, while an orange-tan color dominates her top half. Streaks of black outline these colors and divide them up on her tail. Her muzzle is black, with the color coming up over her dark amber eyes. A black stripe runs from her nose down to her shoulders, where it then separates into two directions.
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PERSONALITY:
TRAITS: Na'zyia is kind, generous, and even playful if the mood strikes her. Generally, she is observant, protective, and confident in herself. On the negative side, she can be headstrong, and it isn't rare for her to lose her patience. Although she cares for many species, she does believe that her species is superior. She has a hard time truly trusting anyone.
COMPLETE PERSONALITY:
kind/generous
Na'zyia tends to open up her paws to those who need it most. She enjoys caring for individuals, and genuinely enjoys the company of others. She prefers to listen rather than speak, and so makes a wonderful canine to rant to. However, she isn't known for giving advice - merely a listening ear. The best and only advice she will give, is for you to follow your own heart, and make the best decision based on your happiness. She tends to keep to her own business, though, and aside from providing a temporary home and an open ear, she doesn't get involved in another's private life.
sometimes playful
Growing up the way she did, Na'zyia rarely got a chance to be a true pup. Because of this, much of her personality is quite serious and emotionally distant. However, also because of this, now that she's on her own, she has slowly developed a playful streak. She isn't necessarily one for playing pranks, but she does enjoy a good romp with a nice stranger or someone she happens to be traveling with at the time. Although these moments are few and far between, they have been coming up more frequently as she continues to interact with others.
watchful
Na'zyia knows the battlefield. She's excellent at reading others based on their physical movements alone. She's a highly analytical canine, though generally only when she needs to be. She's very good at making split-second decisions based on her interactions with others. It isn't just other canids she watches, however. Na'zyia is well-known - at least, in her opinion - for her keen eyes when it comes to hunting. She carefully observes the prey and their surroundings, coming up with a plan in order to make kills more successful.
protective
If Na'zyia does form a bond with someone, or even if they're simply under her care for a short time while healing, she will defend them. Perhaps not with her life - if the danger is that bad, she'll help her companion flee - but she does attempt to protect them to the best of her abilities. She tends to be fairly motherly in this aspect, always checking to make sure her injured temporary companion is well. Aside from that, she generally tries not to bother them too much. Her protection is not always from physical threats; Na'zyia will even come to their defense if they are being verbally harassed.
confident
She knows her body. She knows how her muscles work together, how the oxygen in her blood flows with every swift movement, how her body is specially designed to outlast not only her prey, but those who hunt her, as well. Knowing her strengths, Na'zyia knows she is far from weak. She knows how to defend herself, and defend herself well. However, she is definitely not cocky. Along with knowing her strengths, Na'zyia has familiarized herself with her weaknesses as well. Unlike many a canid, there is no one who knows Na'zyia better than herself.
headstrong
Completely determined to a fault, there is no way anyone will cause this painted dog to stray from her path. Bullheaded, stubborn, headstrong; all words that are not rare when describing this young lady. Once Na'zyia has decided something, she goes at it full force, never breaking focus, and never giving up. She will sit and come up with many different strategies if she must in order to complete her goal. It may take her days, weeks, even years. It doesn't matter. The important thing to her, is that the task she's set for herself is completed.
short fuse
Surely such a kind, generous, and friendly dog would also have much patience, considering how easily she opens her arms for those in need. If you believe this, then meeting Na'zyia may come as a shock you're unprepared for. Although, as a personal rule, she does try to be gentle and calm, there are some things that tick her off. And, unfortunately, these few topics that do tick her off, may just get your ear chewed off - figuratively. Hopefully. Na'zyia tries to be a gentle soul, she truly does. Because of that, she does attempt to hold back. Regretfully, that's not always the case.
distrustful
Physically open, yes. Emotionally? Never. Na'zyia enjoys the company of others. She enjoys a rare romp, or a nice, calming chat. She really doesn't like being along as much as some might believe, or as much as she wishes she did. But she has hard time really letting herself trust anyone. Often, her lips are tightly sealed, only revealing the most basic of information - and only out of the necessity of conversation, and rarely voluntarily.
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HISTORY:
MOTHER: Kanika: Whereabouts unknown.
FATHER: Taliesin: Played by Copper/Whereabouts unknown.
SIBLINGS: All nameless and deceased.
OFFSPRING: N/A.
COMPLETE HISTORY:
Na'zyia isn't sure how Kanika met Taliesin. Her mother never did give away that particular detail. Whenever her mother spoke of her father, it was to bad-mouth him. Kanika claimed that Tal left the two females after Na'zyia's siblings all perished. Na'zyia, however, always did wonder if Kanika was merely lying, trying to make her daughter hate the male for some reason. Whenever the young dog thought of Taliesin, remembering the very brief and fuzzy moments she spent with him, she could only remember a caring, attentive, and kind father. Because of this, she was always left to wonder if it was Kanika who left Taliesin.
That wasn't the only thing Na'zyia questioned, however. Her siblings' deaths always did puzzle her. Yes, they were sickly and weak, but it felt like there was something more to it. As if to prove her suspicions correct, when it was only the two of them left, Kanika would often deny her daughter any food. Na'zyia could remember being snapped her, with powerful jaws mere inches from her face, for even asking for food. She would be so weak with hunger, she almost prayed to the Gods to take her away from the pain then and there. Just before she would give up, her mother would finally allow her to eat.
Kanika wasn't always a cruel or neglectful mother. There were moments when she was gentle, loving, even. Na'zyia holds these moments close, wanting to believe that her mother truly loved her. She believes Kanika merely suffered from some mental illness; as though some chemical in her brain prevented her from being the attentive, adoring mother that Na'zyia so desperately wanted her to be. Sometimes, the young dog wonders if it was the stress causing such a vicious reaction. After all, it was only Kanika and Na'zyia. They didn't have a pack, no family other than each other.
Perhaps that is why she stayed with her strange mother for as long as she did. They couldn't depend on anyone else - didn't have anyone else to depend on. A part of her felt sorry for her deranged parent. Terrified of her any time she got angry, but still, this was her mother. No matter what Kanika did or said to Na'zyia, the pup felt obligated to stick by her side. She may have continued to travel alongside the elder female, had she not met Xolani.
Xolani was only a few months older than her, a graceful, hyper young male who was also on his own. Before you think this tale turns into one of love, Xolani is not an African Wild Dog - he isn't a dog at all. At first, Na'zyia hadn't a clue what he was, for she had never seen a species like him. He revealed to her that he was known as a 'Cape Genet'. Xolani finally convinced Na'zyia to leave, to strike out on her own. This was only a month ago. Currently, loneliness has caught up to the lone dog, and she wishes to be surrounded by more of her species. Because of this, she is determined to start her own pack.
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PLAYER:
OOC NAME: Dr. Snakes.
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A.
EXPERIENCE: Too long bro.
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: I'm screwing the head honcho here, psh. (Totally kidding~ I'm just a smexy staff and moved over from the other site.)
PASSWORD: accepted
RP SAMPLE:
With a soft sigh, the wolf dropped her bundle to the ground. The large leaf opened up, revealing a meager collection of herbs. The slender-framed female sat down, lowering her head to nose through the plants, mentally checking them off. Naturally, sha has plenty of the most common of herbs. Sri tended to rely on her job payments for more of the rarely seen herbs. Lately, however, the lass hadn't been calles upon for many assassinations. As a result, her normally quite plentiful assortment of plants was, well, rather lacking.
"Milfoil." The female noted aloud. She mentally ran through the places the flower could be found, pausing on one that sent an excited shiver down her spine. La Oscuridad. The Darkness. A dark swamp where light hardly touched, as though even the heavens wanted nothing to do with it. It was the perfect home for any creature with a dark heart, creatures that some even called 'evil'. Sri Simin didn't consider herself 'evil'; she merely lacked the morals that kept others from going down the path that she tread.
A giggle escped her jaws as she folded the leaf and stashed her bundle into the roots of an established tree. "Can't say I have many morals." She thought with a grin. After all, there was a reason she had chosen to become and assassin-for-hire. The thrill of killing another predator. In that instant, she felt like she was at the top of the food chain. She was a death angel. She was a Goddess. Sri giggled again. "Don't get cocky." She reminded herself.
After lightly covering her prize with dirt, the jet wolf stood and shook the debris from her pelt. "Time the hunt." She thought with a smile. An inner joke, for today it was not the life of another she hunted, but rather, a brightly colored flower. Her lengthy legs carried her off, brain memorizing the location she hid her herbs so she wouldn't lose the small amount she had.
It took her a while to finally reach the dark swamps. The sun was beginning to rise now, her travel taking her nearly an entire night. Sri figured she'd have to spend the day here, napping to regain her strength. Her paws sank into the marsh with each step, and each time she pulled them out it made a sickening popping sound made her grin in amusement. When she had finally reached a portion deep enough to drink from, she did so, lapping up only the bare minimum before she began her search for the flower.
"Milfoil." The female noted aloud. She mentally ran through the places the flower could be found, pausing on one that sent an excited shiver down her spine. La Oscuridad. The Darkness. A dark swamp where light hardly touched, as though even the heavens wanted nothing to do with it. It was the perfect home for any creature with a dark heart, creatures that some even called 'evil'. Sri Simin didn't consider herself 'evil'; she merely lacked the morals that kept others from going down the path that she tread.
A giggle escped her jaws as she folded the leaf and stashed her bundle into the roots of an established tree. "Can't say I have many morals." She thought with a grin. After all, there was a reason she had chosen to become and assassin-for-hire. The thrill of killing another predator. In that instant, she felt like she was at the top of the food chain. She was a death angel. She was a Goddess. Sri giggled again. "Don't get cocky." She reminded herself.
After lightly covering her prize with dirt, the jet wolf stood and shook the debris from her pelt. "Time the hunt." She thought with a smile. An inner joke, for today it was not the life of another she hunted, but rather, a brightly colored flower. Her lengthy legs carried her off, brain memorizing the location she hid her herbs so she wouldn't lose the small amount she had.
It took her a while to finally reach the dark swamps. The sun was beginning to rise now, her travel taking her nearly an entire night. Sri figured she'd have to spend the day here, napping to regain her strength. Her paws sank into the marsh with each step, and each time she pulled them out it made a sickening popping sound made her grin in amusement. When she had finally reached a portion deep enough to drink from, she did so, lapping up only the bare minimum before she began her search for the flower.