Post by fantasy on Feb 19, 2010 18:41:52 GMT -5
Given Name: Kalice Elena Eltsin
Nicknames: Her former lover called her by the name Kally, and it brings back some pleasant memories when others call her by the same tag. She does not care what anyone calls her, however, and will answer to most callings bestowed upon her.
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Breed: Pure Timber Wolf
Height: 29 inches at the shoulder.
Weight: 105 pounds.
Markings: Many scars covering her body, and a tattered left ear, shredded and notched.
Pelt: A mix of deep, ruddy browns and slate grays, she is of many different dark and earthy hues, but is not quite black. She resembles more of slate grey with brown tones around the shoulders and scruff of her neck.
Spheres: Bright golden, and piercing like a droplet of the sun itself has taken rest within her sockets. They used to be shimmering and glittered when she smiled, but now they are more of a dull bronze, the shine taken out of them by hurt and misfortune. They hold a hint of sadness, but she tries to keep her unhappiness hidden from others, for it often worries them.
Mother: Zhanna Ekaterina Eltsin
Father: Viktor Romanov Eltsin
Personality: Kalice is very easy going and laid back, she takes almost everything in her stride and has a very long fuse in regards to her temper. She is a very good listener, and acts kind of like an agony aunt to everyone with a problem; she is very easy to talk to and often gives good advice. She is wise beyond her years, and many, if not for her youthful looks and good health, would believe she was at least double her age. She is very kind and tender towards young pups, as secretly she longs for her own, knowing she should already be a mother by now. She is very bitter when left to contemplate her thoughts for too long, and reminisce about her life thus far, and holds a deep and unsettling level of resentment towards her former mate for not intervening in the fight that cost her their whelps. She is a quiet individual, usually keeping herself to herself, but this is not to say she is socially inept. She enjoys company, but only in certain doses. She can, however, become extremely angry and vicious in a matter of seconds. This is usually down to someone’s words sprinkling salt into the wounds about her past, or threatening someone she cares about. She is swift to react to these situations and ruthless when in defense of someone, or her feelings or pride.
History: Kalice left her home pack at the age of two for a roving male she had been seeing slyly in the forests. She knew she loved him, and thought he loved her back, but it was not so. As soon as she became pregnant with his pups, he grew disinterested in his youth and was clearly not a good provider. With out Kalice to hunt with him, he failed to bring her enough food and eventually gave up trying all that hard. However, Kalice still loved him and refused to hate him or leave, instead catching what she could, when she could. One day her mate went out hunting and returned, not with a kill, but another wolf. A female wolf. Kalice welcomed the newcomer at first, but could sense a brooding cruelty about her, so kept mostly to herself. However, her peace did not last long. The female cornered Kalice and fought her, shocking the young femme and leaving her in a physical mess, bleeding and shaking. The damage done, the female stalked off back to Kalice’s mate, victorious. Kalice was so stunned and terrified that she could not even bring herself to move, and miscarried on the spot she had fallen during the long, cold, lonely night. The sight of her two dead cubs in the grass broke Kalice’s heart, and the weakness left her. She charged after the female, and before her treacherous mate’s eyes, killed her. The fight was bloody, long and difficult, for Kalice was already badly wounded, but eventually her hatred and her rage won out. She left her mate without a word or so much as a backward glance, and traveled to the point of exhaustion. It was then that she found herself near the border of these pack lands, and carried herself inside, seeking acceptance.
Nicknames: Her former lover called her by the name Kally, and it brings back some pleasant memories when others call her by the same tag. She does not care what anyone calls her, however, and will answer to most callings bestowed upon her.
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Breed: Pure Timber Wolf
Height: 29 inches at the shoulder.
Weight: 105 pounds.
Markings: Many scars covering her body, and a tattered left ear, shredded and notched.
Pelt: A mix of deep, ruddy browns and slate grays, she is of many different dark and earthy hues, but is not quite black. She resembles more of slate grey with brown tones around the shoulders and scruff of her neck.
Spheres: Bright golden, and piercing like a droplet of the sun itself has taken rest within her sockets. They used to be shimmering and glittered when she smiled, but now they are more of a dull bronze, the shine taken out of them by hurt and misfortune. They hold a hint of sadness, but she tries to keep her unhappiness hidden from others, for it often worries them.
Mother: Zhanna Ekaterina Eltsin
Father: Viktor Romanov Eltsin
Personality: Kalice is very easy going and laid back, she takes almost everything in her stride and has a very long fuse in regards to her temper. She is a very good listener, and acts kind of like an agony aunt to everyone with a problem; she is very easy to talk to and often gives good advice. She is wise beyond her years, and many, if not for her youthful looks and good health, would believe she was at least double her age. She is very kind and tender towards young pups, as secretly she longs for her own, knowing she should already be a mother by now. She is very bitter when left to contemplate her thoughts for too long, and reminisce about her life thus far, and holds a deep and unsettling level of resentment towards her former mate for not intervening in the fight that cost her their whelps. She is a quiet individual, usually keeping herself to herself, but this is not to say she is socially inept. She enjoys company, but only in certain doses. She can, however, become extremely angry and vicious in a matter of seconds. This is usually down to someone’s words sprinkling salt into the wounds about her past, or threatening someone she cares about. She is swift to react to these situations and ruthless when in defense of someone, or her feelings or pride.
History: Kalice left her home pack at the age of two for a roving male she had been seeing slyly in the forests. She knew she loved him, and thought he loved her back, but it was not so. As soon as she became pregnant with his pups, he grew disinterested in his youth and was clearly not a good provider. With out Kalice to hunt with him, he failed to bring her enough food and eventually gave up trying all that hard. However, Kalice still loved him and refused to hate him or leave, instead catching what she could, when she could. One day her mate went out hunting and returned, not with a kill, but another wolf. A female wolf. Kalice welcomed the newcomer at first, but could sense a brooding cruelty about her, so kept mostly to herself. However, her peace did not last long. The female cornered Kalice and fought her, shocking the young femme and leaving her in a physical mess, bleeding and shaking. The damage done, the female stalked off back to Kalice’s mate, victorious. Kalice was so stunned and terrified that she could not even bring herself to move, and miscarried on the spot she had fallen during the long, cold, lonely night. The sight of her two dead cubs in the grass broke Kalice’s heart, and the weakness left her. She charged after the female, and before her treacherous mate’s eyes, killed her. The fight was bloody, long and difficult, for Kalice was already badly wounded, but eventually her hatred and her rage won out. She left her mate without a word or so much as a backward glance, and traveled to the point of exhaustion. It was then that she found herself near the border of these pack lands, and carried herself inside, seeking acceptance.