Post by Theatrics on Jul 19, 2012 17:57:32 GMT -5
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NAME
Iridescent.
ALIAS
Whatever you can think of, but I refer to her as Irid.
AGE
36 Chantings.
GENDER
Feminine.
Playing Tunes On My Old Heart Strings
SPECIES
Wolf x Fox, so Wild Canine. (I don't think this has to be bought?)
Affinity
Phsycological - Illusion.
Clan
Salom
Occupation/Rank
Nothing really, she mostly just fends for herself.
Not Long After My Spirits Get Down
Appearence
She has, eh, turquoise color eyes that luminate when hitting the light right. Right above are her pin straight pointy ears that go from brown-ish grey to a light blue. Most of her petite body is that type of brown, but the ridge of her back sort of fades into the turquoise. Irid has a slender, narrow face with a small black nose. Her legs fit her body, in length and size, as do the feet. Her tail is always out of proportion, it drags behind her and honestly, she just to lazy to pick it up, though she keeps it clean. Two blue-ish black feathers peirce her ear, and a row of bracelets cover her front right leg. And..thats about all.
Personality
Irid is..distant. She never really pays attention to the situation at hand unless its really drastic. She is, bluntly, lazy. She cooks up illusions sometimes just to amuse herself. If you find her, you'll most likely find her lounging, or taking a snooze. Now, if she wanted to, she could be energetic. She could jump on you and give a few nicks, but hence the word few. Shes nothing but speed and control. She's surefooted, never loosing her footing. Unless, you know, some elephant came barreling ontop of her. So, lets have a recount. She's lazy, and completely spaced out, all the time. That about sums her up.
RP SAMPLE
Once thing that really ticked Hailey off about the stables, was the smell. And the fact she was having to watch Crutch like a hawk. He could snap at any moment, and the last thing she wanted was to be back on the streets. Hailey took a lock of blue hair and twirled it between her thumb and forefinger, thoughts running around in her mind like mad people. She spared a look down at Crutch, who was eyeing the Zebra cage curiously, his head cocked, ears upright. He was a pretty thing, to her at least. She couldn't fathom why no one would have picked him up sooner. In a way, they were alike, the dog and her. They both had rough and easy times, it was easier for her, since she didn't remember her toddler years, but what about poor Crutch? Could he remember the hell he was in? Or was he some fat and happy puppy before she met him? Who knows, and who cares. They were sheltered, for the moment, and fed. One of the zebra's snorted and pawed the ground, causing Crutch to jolt back and ram into her legs before turning around and snarling at the beast. Hailey had never bean a fan of horses. The animal continued its rant of huffs, and Crutch still jumped and growled. Hailey yanked on the chain her dog was connected to, but instead of him heeling, she found herself seated on the ground. She blew out air of frustration and started untangling herself from the prison that was once a restraint for her dog. Crutch's head was pointing into her ribcage, no doubt wondering how the heck his short length of freedom got shorter. Once a good amount was unravled from her legs, she stood up and dusted herself off, being careful to include her bottom in the cleaning. Crutch was no longer intrested in the mammal, but more intrigued by the water tank. Leading him over to the tank, Hailey sat on a nearby haybale and let him drink. Putting her head in her hands, she wondered if this was even the place for her.
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