Post by Glide on Oct 30, 2007 17:40:05 GMT -5
Name: Nira
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Rank: Sikla (Omega)
Pack: None, as of yet.
Pic: Coming?
Description: Nira is the description of an average Sikla. She has a small build, with very little muscle under her loose pelt. Her ribs show, and the glimmer of life in her honey-colored eyes is dull. She has several scars on her face, and a few ragged notches in her left ear. Nira’s fur is the general grey of the Varg, like a wet stone, but with a tinge of red streaking down her spine and blending into the grey on her tail. Her stomach and chest are a creamy color that is similar to white, but not identical.
Personality: The smallest in any pack, Nira has a personality to fit her reputation as the Sikla. She's subservient to all, and she hates fighting. She spends all hours of the day considering the legends of the Varg, and she often knows them better than any she is with. She firmly believes in Tor and Fenris, and her faith is in her Drappa and Dragga as much as the gods themselves. Nira is affectionate for all pups like they are her own, and has a strong mothering instinct, most likely because she knows it will never be likely that she'll have some of her own. Her inborn compass is strong, and she often follows it east when she wants to be alone. (2 left) ((at least 8 sentences))
History: Nira was born the runt in a litter of three, but she was born to a loving mother with a caring nurse at her side. The young Varg’s first memories were her happiest, ones of resting by the curve of the Drappa’s belly with the warmth of her siblings. The recollections turned sour for her as soon as the pup’s eyes opened. When the young of the pack began to learn mock fighting and other games, Nira often turned into her siblings’ play toy. She felt their strength, of which she had very little, every time they would wrestle in the forest clearings. The only game at which the Sikla succeeded was tag. She could outrun all her littermates any time of day. She grew used to being in the shadows of her Dragga brothers’ acheivements, making no kills when they had several. Her small family still accepted her, and she still had a home. But one morning, a neighboring pack decided that they deserved to push their boundaries further to feed their members. They fought Nira’s family bitterly, and ended up winning. Her father was killed in the struggle. The other pack would have driven the family away, but for their Dragga. She took pity on the Vargs, however, and let Nira’s mother and brothers in. The Dragga, however, wasn’t so accepting. One of his kin was an Omega, and he didn’t want to take in another weakling or coward. He cast Nira out, and made sure she never set foot on the pack’s land again. In the few months since, she has wandered as a Kerl, accepting Larka’s blessing where it was offered, and hoping Tor would lead her to cross paths with a pack that would offer her a home.
Ic: ((at least 10 sentences, only needed for first bio))
Other: It is often murmered behind the Sikla’s back that she is a distant relative of the great Skop. It is also snickered that for one in the bloodline of so great a Varg, she couldn’t be any weaker than she is.
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Rank: Sikla (Omega)
Pack: None, as of yet.
Pic: Coming?
Description: Nira is the description of an average Sikla. She has a small build, with very little muscle under her loose pelt. Her ribs show, and the glimmer of life in her honey-colored eyes is dull. She has several scars on her face, and a few ragged notches in her left ear. Nira’s fur is the general grey of the Varg, like a wet stone, but with a tinge of red streaking down her spine and blending into the grey on her tail. Her stomach and chest are a creamy color that is similar to white, but not identical.
Personality: The smallest in any pack, Nira has a personality to fit her reputation as the Sikla. She's subservient to all, and she hates fighting. She spends all hours of the day considering the legends of the Varg, and she often knows them better than any she is with. She firmly believes in Tor and Fenris, and her faith is in her Drappa and Dragga as much as the gods themselves. Nira is affectionate for all pups like they are her own, and has a strong mothering instinct, most likely because she knows it will never be likely that she'll have some of her own. Her inborn compass is strong, and she often follows it east when she wants to be alone. (2 left) ((at least 8 sentences))
History: Nira was born the runt in a litter of three, but she was born to a loving mother with a caring nurse at her side. The young Varg’s first memories were her happiest, ones of resting by the curve of the Drappa’s belly with the warmth of her siblings. The recollections turned sour for her as soon as the pup’s eyes opened. When the young of the pack began to learn mock fighting and other games, Nira often turned into her siblings’ play toy. She felt their strength, of which she had very little, every time they would wrestle in the forest clearings. The only game at which the Sikla succeeded was tag. She could outrun all her littermates any time of day. She grew used to being in the shadows of her Dragga brothers’ acheivements, making no kills when they had several. Her small family still accepted her, and she still had a home. But one morning, a neighboring pack decided that they deserved to push their boundaries further to feed their members. They fought Nira’s family bitterly, and ended up winning. Her father was killed in the struggle. The other pack would have driven the family away, but for their Dragga. She took pity on the Vargs, however, and let Nira’s mother and brothers in. The Dragga, however, wasn’t so accepting. One of his kin was an Omega, and he didn’t want to take in another weakling or coward. He cast Nira out, and made sure she never set foot on the pack’s land again. In the few months since, she has wandered as a Kerl, accepting Larka’s blessing where it was offered, and hoping Tor would lead her to cross paths with a pack that would offer her a home.
Ic: ((at least 10 sentences, only needed for first bio))
Other: It is often murmered behind the Sikla’s back that she is a distant relative of the great Skop. It is also snickered that for one in the bloodline of so great a Varg, she couldn’t be any weaker than she is.