Post by Jaighlen Naurl on Feb 7, 2010 19:35:16 GMT -5
[/color]Jaighlen Naurl
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Dark in the city night is a wire
Steam in the subway earth is afire[/font][/size]
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Don’t judge me.[/color][/font]
+Getting to know the real you,
is just as important+
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Woman you want me give me a sign
And catch my breathing even closer behind
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++++Your name: Marie
++++Your Age: 15
++++Your Gender: Female
+Character Information+
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In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
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++++Full Name: Jaighlen Naurl
++++Nicknames: Jay, Jai
++++ Age: 6
++++ Gender: Female
++++Species: White Wolf
++++Pack: None- Loner [but she wants to find a pack]
[/color][/blockquote][/center]+The Personals+
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Smell like I sound I'm lost in a crowd.
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
++++Likes + 5:
- the thrill of the hunt and fight
- sleeping
- being alone
- thinking
- the stars
++++Dislikes + 5:
- being misunderstood
- not being able to show her full potential
- water
- heights
- self-centered idiots
++++ Interesting Habits + 5:
- always sleeps on her right side
- easily loses interest in everything
- stares at things
- eats quickly and hungrily
- grooms her fur frequently
++++ Secrets + 2:
- can’t swim
- she killed her father
++++Strengths + 4:
- is a stealthy hunter
- a quick sprinter
- has a unique understanding of life
- brave and couragious
++++Weaknesses + 4:
- very very forgetful
- doesn’t think before she acts
- very short tempered
- constantly gets into fights
+So this is how you look?+
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Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt I'm after you.
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++++Hair: white
++++Eyes: bright yellow
++++Weight: 100lbs
++++Body type: heavy frame and bulky muscular stature
++++Coat/Fur Color: white
[/color][/blockquote][/center]+What Happened Back Then+
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Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf
++++Birthplace: Mountains
++++Parents: Kaygen[Father, Dead] ;; Launta[Mother, Dead]
++++ Siblings: None that she knows of
++++ History (at least three paragraphs:
Jaighlen was conceived in the mountains by the two loners, Kaygen and Launta. Her father, a heavy set, dark brown wolf, had always been a loner ever since he found himself alone in the middle of the forest. He had been in countless packs but had always been kicked out due to his pugnacious attitude- which Jaighlen had clearly inherited. He left himself to roam the land until he ran into Launta. She was a beautiful young fae who was part of a protective wolf pack. It wasn’t long until the two fell in love and Kaygen was convinced to join Launta’s pack. But like all the rest, Kaygen’s entrance into the pack was denied and he begged Launta to run away with him. She eventually agreed.
Off in a little patch of woods, the couple made their home and there Jaighlen was born. Unfortunately, ill feelings can come between her parents and they began to fight. More and more each day, Kaygen began drifting away from the family. He refused to hunt and left that to Launta. He slept during the day then disappeared into the night, only to appear in the morning, tired and frustrated.
When Jaighlen turned the age of 2, Launta slowly began disappearing as well, leaving her only pup to feast on bugs and mice that Jaighlen had learned to hunt herself. One day, however, both parents had arrived from an unsuccessful hunt and had begun scratching and fighting once again. This time, however, was much worse than the usual scraps they had. Kaygen was the first to strike, nipping off a large chunk of Launta’s ear and throwing her back. She tried attacking as well but failed to do so and gave up. Fights like these became more constant and soon Kaygen began forcing Launta into breeding with him all over again. However, Launta would have nothing of it and ended up bitten and scuffed up at the end of the day.
At the age of 4 Jaighlen could take it no longer. She interrupted one of their fights and began barking at her father in pure rage. Kaygen, however, did not back down to his daughter. He barked back and advanced toward her, more frustrated and irritated than ever. Suddenly, he lunged toward her. Innocent and scared, Jaighlen stood there, eyes closed, ears folded back; leaving her throat wide open. A cut-off yelp echoed through the mountains. However, it was not hers. Launta had leaped in front of her daughter and lay dead, jugular slashed open by her mate.
Jaighlen stood there shocked for a moment before the blood began pumping faster. Her heart raced her thoughts went blank for the only thing she could think of was how her father had just slain her mother before her eyes. Full of rage, she leaped forth at Kaygen, teeth bared and ready. A few moments later, Jaighlen stood, hovering over two corps, white fur splattered with crimson blood. Without thinking, she closed her eyes and ran as fast as she could to the south. It didn’t matter to her, as long as she was away from the scene and away from where she had once come.
Jaighlen then found herself exhausted at the foot of a waterwall where for the first time since she had killed her father, she opened her eyes. She had no idea where she was or what direction she headed but all she knew was that she had done something unforgivable and that thought of her past burned her heart to forever leave a scar. Now she lives as a loner, wondering aimlessly with that burden still hanging persistently in the back of her head.
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Stalked in the forest too close to hide
I'll be upon you by the moonlight side
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++++ Well now listen up my little pretty’s! This application page was made by Raphael Samedi. The inspiration came from all over the place. Lyrics are from Hungry like the Wolf By Duran Duran. Which I found very relevant to what is going on here at Wolves; Corrupted. This just happens to be my first ever template attempt so be kind. Try not to change anything, change the font colour, size and font style of your own writings. All original colours must stay the same. Leave these credits on or i shall beat you around with a massive stick.
-- the picture is © to this dude on flikr.
