Lem's chars

[Lemon]

1) Nayeli, standard poodle
2) Rafael, mexican wolf

[Lemon]

[bg=414141][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] FORMALITIES Full Name: Nayeli Cerasi Aliases: Nayeli, Nay Nay (call her this and expect a swift death), 'Yeli Gender: Female Age: Three Breed: Standard Poodle Alignment: Pure, mostly because that is what Rafael decided and she doesn't know how to live on her own to decide otherwise. If given the choice, however, she'd be pure. THE BODY Height: 20" Weight: 55 lbs Pelt: Brown. Spheres: Dark dark dark brown Scars/Markings: None Form: Nayeli's chocolate silken tresses were nurtured and cared for back where she used to live and the lack of such pampering has shown in frizzy and unkempt fur. Her pelt had often been shaved in the bikini cut that some favor for poodles and there is still evidence of it left behind, the shaved parts continuing to be shorter than the unshaved parts. Poofy about the ankles to make her delicate feet look smaller while shaved around the body to display her gorgeous, elegant and blue ribbon lines. Her ears were once proud poofs that now hang limp and tangled about her face. The poof on top of her head, once teased to maximum height and fluff, now wilts and stray curls tumble into her sharp and piercing eyes. Now that she has fled from the shelter of her home, spoiled no more, she finds her pelt entirely unsuited for long distance travel over the terrains she has crossed. Sticks, brambles, dirt, leaves, an endless list of items all that get caught in her fur between morn' and night. But she is a lady and still cares about her appearance. She will spend hours, giving up precious sleep, to gently and patiently pull these offending items from her fur. There is little that she can do about the dirt but she always demands a dip in water when she discovers it. As time has passed the teased and blow dried curls have began to relax all over her body, growing long at her ankles and looking as if she wore furry boots. Her once dark and luxurious coat is so often dusted with dirt that it has faded to something more closely resembling a cafe au' lait. Still, despite the drastic change her fur has taken, strong lines remain to be seen underneath it all. She was meant for the water with a light body and delicate bones. In silhouette she carries herself with grace and poise, displaying the stance that has won her many a blue-ribbon. Every step she takes as dainty and lady like as if she were still trotted on the green carpet of her by gone days and not the dirt and hard soil she treks across now. THE MIND General Temperment: She comes from a long line of successful blue-ribbon winners and gathers every ounce of her pedigree around her like a cloak. Though in the wilderness this means nothing to the brutes and savages she must keep company with to survive, she always remembers this. She can recite her pedigree four generations back when questioned and even recalls how many blue ribbons her family tree has earned in total. This pedigree is like a safety blanket, a mantra in her head when this new world overwhelms her. This attitude can make her seem stand offish and snobby, which she admittedly is to the heathens she must keep company with. She thinks herself above them and they even worse and further beneath her than the new blood lines that tried to win every year. As with all dogs who are born with blue blood, her attitude is innate and not assumed. She is a far cry from the garishly new bloodlines who trip over themselves on the carpet and try to act as if they are better than the old blood. Her demands were never to be questioned because her pedigree decreed it so. When she asks for something, she expects to be given it or at least some attempt made to fulfill her request. It is beyond a culture shock to find that here on the outside she is not the center of attention and her demands are last on anybodies priority list but her own. Many a night when she first began to travel with Rafael she snuck away to curl up and cry for what she has lost. But she would never let that weakness be seen in public, for her ancestors would disown her in shame and cast her off as one of those rare mistakes, a weakness in the blood that was generations in the making. Always what she believes her ancestors would think lingers in the back of her mind, a subconscious meld of quiet and gentle voices murmuring in lilting aristocratic voices to remember who she is and what she is. She struggles to reconcile the past and the present but half the times ends up confused, unable to comprehend the ways and customs she cannot understand. At first she had refused to put her dignity away to hunt, though it was supposedly bred into her lines. Her pedigree was not for working show dogs but purely for display and beauty. There was only a faint call of instinct when she saw a small mammal dart out from cover in fear. It wasn't until Nayeli was starving and weak that she finally gave in to her hunger and ate the disgusting, raw, red meat that Rafael brought back for her. Now she can hunt to an extent, but with barely more skills than a first year pup. She still sniffs in disgust at every meal but knows it is eat or die. If nothing else can be attributed to her as a good trait, she is determined once she puts her mind to something...if she decides to do so that is. Despite her pampered personality and beneath her arrogant looks lies a dog that is a hard worker. She is no stranger to dedication, having spent hours and days training on the leash to refine her gait so that she floated on floor or learning how to run the obstacle course and pushing herself to go through it faster and faster. Of course the trials she dealt with in the show business are a far cry from the trials she deals with now, she still has the ability to meet them with the same dedication and determination once she puts her mind to it. The problem is she does not want to put herself into it. She quietly fears that in doing so she will lose herself and become no better than these tramps she socializes with. She clings to her background as a life boat and refuses to adapt because of it. She can also be kind, for she is a lady and all well bred ladies are taught to be gentle and compassionate. While one of her blue ribbon traits is 'I am here, you may begin worshiping now' she is not bereft of empathy or kindness. With pups another side shows, one that many would be shocked to know exists. While she has born no litters of her own yet, she longs for the heavy weight of pups growing inside of her belly and the joy in raising clumsy, happy go lucky children into elegant and refined blue ribbon winners. Her protective mothering side is fierce and she would die to protect any pup that she develops strong feelings for. This mothering instinct carries over to anybody who she feels is weak and needs protection. Sometimes this well meaning attitude comes across as overbearing and bossy. Even in her kindness, her arrogance sneaks through. Positive Traits: Proud, determined, loyal, kind Negative Traits: Snobby/arrogant, selfish, bossy Fears: Losing who she was, forgetting where she has come from and facing the unknown dangers of the world. Orientation: Heterosexual Beliefs: Nayeli doesn't really believe in much. You don't spend much time wondering about the mysteries of life when you're pampered, spoiled and spend most of your time being treated like a princess. THE BLOOD Sire: Sir Charles Harei, whereabouts unknown, assumed dead. Dame: Marie-Anne Buolei. Found dead. Cause-poison. Siblings: Unknown/TBD Love Interest: No current mate. Was briefly courted by Duke Yalitari but he was not up to her high standards and was dismissed. It is unlikely that she will ever be able to find a mate that can meet her expectations, and as such she does not daydream about her Prince Charming or believes such a dog can exist. Offspring: None Other: TBD

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[Lemon]

[bg=black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] FORMALITIES Full Name: Rafael Sytheril Aliases: Rafael, Raf Gender: Male Age: Five Breed: Mexican Wolf Alignment: Pure THE BODY Height: 30" Weight: 80 lbs Pelt: Typical of a mexican wolf Spheres: Gold Scars/Markings: Scar across his nose, missing chunk on his ear, scar down his left flank. Form: More hurt of the brain, to be filled out laterzzz THE MIND General Temperment: Calm but very stubborn to his ways. He believes everything is black and white with who is wrong and right being a clear cut case. There is no room for grey in his world. Positive Traits: Calm, loyal, rational, trustworthy, patient Negative Traits: Stubborn, once angered he has a horrible temper, certain to a fault, cold to strangers Fears: Uncertainty Orientation: Bisexual with a preference towards females Beliefs: This is a deep question and, considering I don't even understand my beliefs, will require much thought and contemplation. THE BLOOD Sire: Jaquiem Nolire. Alive but last Rafael knew he was heading towards the Dark, and as far as Rafael is concerned, dead. Dame: Denia Mahrinez. Killed defending her young from an attacking pack. Siblings: Unknown/TBD Love Interest: Was briefly mated to a fem named Taliha Nasine until she died with his mother, trying to help defend the pups. Since then he has refused to entertain another mate. Offspring: Four pups, died before naming. Other: Unknown/TBD This shall be made omg!amazing when I am not brain dead and/or when I am inspired :c

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