Mongri

[hybrid]

STAND TALL, HEAD AND SHOULDERS DOWN

THEY DON'T MAKE 'EM LIKE US ANYMORE
•MONGRI•
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YOUR WALLS OF PRIDE ARE ONLY FENCING YOU IN.

[/color][/size] Aella, Mongri
NICKNAME: Mongri
SEX: Female
AGE:19 Seasons
SPECIES: Canis Lupus
TYPE: North American Timber Wolf
POWER: Seer. Mongri has the ability to see things that will happen in the future, however she cannot say for certian what the future will be as it is always changing. Mongri recieves visions in her dreams and although she keeps this secret she is usually plagued by the images she sees.[/font]

YOUR EGO'S BEEN PLAYING GAMES WITH YOUR HEAD.

APPEARANCE: Thin and gaunt, with a wiry framework of tight muscle. She has a narrow, and quite sharp, feminine face. A real Fem Fatal. Though not horribly underweight she is built for endurance. Her body is rather long and quite tall, between 33" and 34" at her shoulders. She is quite leggy with a deep chest and lengthy tail that helps her balance during sharp turns.

Her pelt is a deep iron gray moddled with deep steely blue tones. Her face is darkened with the grays and blues that take place of the normal grey wolf coat. Her undercoat is a silvery cream and if her fur wasnt as coarse and harsh as sandpaper she might be alluring to the touch.

Her eyes are a light steel blue, nearing that of aquamarine. They are always alert and forever watchful. They tend to see deeper into the world, past the black and white of good and evil and deep down into the grays and twilight colors of the world. They betray nothing of her feelings and although one would expect them to be quite expressive, Mongri's demeanor prevents this.

Quite literally adorned with scars, this young female hides most of them under her coarse fur, but when this fur raises the scars tend to shine through. Her face is particularly mangled with small black, white, and pinkish gray marks. it is obvious to any wolf that she has lost many battles.

PERSONALITY: Sharp and keen, and not one to deal with impudence or disrespect, she will however be the first to throw her fangs forward at authority. Gaining her respect takes more than just pleasing her. Time is factor in her friendships, patience is the way to her trust. She will fight to the death for her companions. Gentle and kind with very few wolves, she has never had a real mate and takes interest very rarely in others.

Mongri is a very complicated individual with a mind that seems to work overtime, her sharp witted comments are sometimes misplaced, her voice often has the hint of sarcasm and although she doesnt wish it, her voice can ber rather sultry. It is possible for her to be kind and hand out compliments but they are rare but once you gain her trust it is nigh unbreakable.

HISTORY: Though tough, Mongri's past is not an entirely uncommon one. Their are no horrific tragedies, nor are there incredible acts of heroism or selflessness. Mongri was just one of those pups born at the wrong time to the wrong wolves.

Born of omega wolf blood she was hardly what was expected to come from her mothers womb and her fathers blood. Each was nothing spectacular, neither was beautiful or smart. They were just two average wolves in a pack surrounded by more of their own kind. Mongri's mother and father had had thier pups around the same time as the Alpha pair and this is a forbidden act, not only is it thought that the lower wolves would only breed weaker bloodlines, the Alphas worried for their own pups well being, should they need to take care of another litter.

In an act to ensure her own pups survival the Alpha female drove out the omega wolves and slayed the pups, leaving but one merely out of luck. This one just happened to be Mongri.

Mongri was raised along side the Alpha pups, always however being shown her true place. Below them. Her name even bore her parent's shame: Mongri - Mongrel. She was seen as nothing better than a mutt to the wolves of this pack, and time after time she was forced to the bottom of the pack hierarchy only to climb forward once again.

Being quite a disrespectful youth Mongri was run out by the pack earning her many of her first scars. She never returned. She traveled the land for about a year, a starving loner, thin and gaunt and living off mice, rats, hares and other small creatures. She even tried her luck at fishing and when that went well stuck mainly to the rivers. It is merely luck that kept her alive, no significant talents. She was shaped by the land, weathered through encounters with natures other children. A scrap with a mother bear, a hungry puma, a greedy wolverine, even an overprotective doe have left their marks on the canvas of Mongri's skin.

Although Mongri has been in packs, as life and fate would have it she has remained a loner. Always too rebellious for her own good and always to free spirited, she has yet to find a place to settle down.

YOU'RE NOT THE MASTERMIND.

SIRE: Unknown
DAM: Unknown
KIN: Unknown
OTHER: No Mate.
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I AM THE PRODUCT OF MY OWN DESIGN.

HEY THERE! MY NAME IS: Hybrid
MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE: Soon to be Zephyr and a new one.
HERE'S MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Mongri look out over the valley and felt a soft sigh roll out from her lips. She was not sure if she wanted to go there, and in fact felt the weight of it on her shoulders. She looked over to the wolves, "I will watch over the outskirts, I will face the wolves before they make their way to your lands, but in my heart I am part of all of you. In time," She stretches her long legs before her, "I hope to make my way into the world of pack life." She longed for the forests, but was not sure how to say it to him, to ask for a home in the dense forests of the land, to help look over the Loner's land but have a home as well. She forced the idea to silence, her mind a labyrinth of thought as she let the life of a Loner once again take its tight and grasping hold of her.

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