Post by Aisha on Jan 20, 2005 19:44:47 GMT -5
OOC
Nickname:Chris, Christine, Chistyna, Chrissy(really don't like that one)
Age:12
Gender:Female
How you found this site:Post on Silver Mountain
IC
Name: Aisha
Age: 5 yrs
Gender: Female
Wolf Kin: Aisha's family had been attacked in a full on war. Being the alphas they had tried to defend but soon fell victim to the enemies power. Her siblings hadn't survived past their first year, disease breaking out and killing most of them. Aisha herself had almost died but luckily survived.
Physical Description:Being an Ethiopian Wolf she had the beautiful red coat and symmetrical white markings. A long lean body held her soul and her elegance was only bettered by her intelligence. Smaller than most wolves many may mistake her for a jackal, though she is a true wolf at heart and mind. Face long and pointed with sharp triangular ears atop of it. One circular scar is evident on her right hind leg.
Personality:Hard headed Aisha speaks her mind and is not afraid of being rejected. She stands up for what she believes in and has a strong will. Don't ket her dainty appearance fool you, she can have one heck of an attitude.
Skills: Her hearing and eyesight are amazing, scenting skills not all that good. She is quite speedy and agile. Though she is still looking to improve herself.
History:Aisha lived in humid conditions with her pack, growing up in the ever present dusty conditions she dislikes coldness of any kind. Her life was a happy healthy one, beginning with the birth of the alpha's pups. Seven puppies were born at midnight on the hottest day the pack had ever known. The sqeauling hungers cries could be heard from afar and the pack gathered to see the pups suckling away.
Months went by as Aisha and her sisters and brothers grew. Romping about in the grass they had no idea of the threats their pack was recieving from a neighbouring clan. It was all to late when hell started to break loose.
The disease struck, bringing many of the young pups and old wolves to their graves. Aisha was struck hard and lay in a come for many days as her siblings died off one by one. She was close to the herself, though somehow she survived the truama and ived once again with her pack. Though the deaths of her siblings brought on a more serious perspective of life to Aisha.
Two years passed and Aisha grew into a find young fae, once being considered the most beautiful in the pack. Many males chased after her, trying their best to impress her but she turned them all down. Aisha had no desire for a family and felt she never would. She didn't need her pups to die like her sisters and brothers had.
On a late day in March a war broke out, the one that had been threatened to happen a couple years before. The plains were resounding with the loud yelps and snarls as her pack fought. Blood was scattered over the ground by the time it had ended. Aisha searched through the bodies, looking for her parents. What she found was the mangled bodies of the two alphas, heads turned in positions impossible for a normal wolf. Aisha ran far, the scar she had obtained from the war was nothing but a slight sting, the true pain was the image of her parents bodies, fresh in her mind.
For years she wandered, keeping as far away from other wolves as she possibly could. Now she had found this place and hopes to make it her home.
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Nickname:Chris, Christine, Chistyna, Chrissy(really don't like that one)
Age:12
Gender:Female
How you found this site:Post on Silver Mountain
IC
Name: Aisha
Age: 5 yrs
Gender: Female
Wolf Kin: Aisha's family had been attacked in a full on war. Being the alphas they had tried to defend but soon fell victim to the enemies power. Her siblings hadn't survived past their first year, disease breaking out and killing most of them. Aisha herself had almost died but luckily survived.
Physical Description:Being an Ethiopian Wolf she had the beautiful red coat and symmetrical white markings. A long lean body held her soul and her elegance was only bettered by her intelligence. Smaller than most wolves many may mistake her for a jackal, though she is a true wolf at heart and mind. Face long and pointed with sharp triangular ears atop of it. One circular scar is evident on her right hind leg.
Personality:Hard headed Aisha speaks her mind and is not afraid of being rejected. She stands up for what she believes in and has a strong will. Don't ket her dainty appearance fool you, she can have one heck of an attitude.
Skills: Her hearing and eyesight are amazing, scenting skills not all that good. She is quite speedy and agile. Though she is still looking to improve herself.
History:Aisha lived in humid conditions with her pack, growing up in the ever present dusty conditions she dislikes coldness of any kind. Her life was a happy healthy one, beginning with the birth of the alpha's pups. Seven puppies were born at midnight on the hottest day the pack had ever known. The sqeauling hungers cries could be heard from afar and the pack gathered to see the pups suckling away.
Months went by as Aisha and her sisters and brothers grew. Romping about in the grass they had no idea of the threats their pack was recieving from a neighbouring clan. It was all to late when hell started to break loose.
The disease struck, bringing many of the young pups and old wolves to their graves. Aisha was struck hard and lay in a come for many days as her siblings died off one by one. She was close to the herself, though somehow she survived the truama and ived once again with her pack. Though the deaths of her siblings brought on a more serious perspective of life to Aisha.
Two years passed and Aisha grew into a find young fae, once being considered the most beautiful in the pack. Many males chased after her, trying their best to impress her but she turned them all down. Aisha had no desire for a family and felt she never would. She didn't need her pups to die like her sisters and brothers had.
On a late day in March a war broke out, the one that had been threatened to happen a couple years before. The plains were resounding with the loud yelps and snarls as her pack fought. Blood was scattered over the ground by the time it had ended. Aisha searched through the bodies, looking for her parents. What she found was the mangled bodies of the two alphas, heads turned in positions impossible for a normal wolf. Aisha ran far, the scar she had obtained from the war was nothing but a slight sting, the true pain was the image of her parents bodies, fresh in her mind.
For years she wandered, keeping as far away from other wolves as she possibly could. Now she had found this place and hopes to make it her home.
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