Post by Adarji Aro Ricr on Apr 11, 2010 22:33:37 GMT -5
[/color]Adarji Aro Ricr
(A-dar-GEE Arr-OO Ree--seer)
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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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Where do I truly roam? I roam the places where my fur blows softly and the places where the snot freezes on my muzzle. For you see, friend; I roam all that I see before 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: Anna
++++Your Age: 16
++++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: Adarji Aro Ricr
++++Nicknames: Dargo (Dar-Gu), Aro, Dar
++++ Age: 9 (Using your 50:100 scale)
++++ Gender: Female
++++Species: Iberian Wolf x Eurasian Wolf
++++Pack: Put her where you believe Adarji belongs OR make her a loner. I could not decide for the life of me.
[/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:
Rain
The Cold
Running
Observing the world
Roaming
An earthy den
Dry riverbeds
Old bones
Spring Nights
Fall Mornings
Deep snow
++++Dislikes + 5:
The Heat
Obvious Mistakes
Summer
Stupidity
Lies once told
Weakness
Disrespect
Overconfidence
Fire
Rash Action
Poor leadership
++++ Interesting Habits + 5:
~If it rains you will find her in the downpour, usually laying out in it.
~She always greets the sunrise, you will know if she is ill for she will miss it.
~When greeting a true companion Adarji will pump her head up and down in greeting.
~When threatened she will snort and blow, it is a natural reaction for her.
~She enjoys hunting birds on cool and foggy mornings.
++++ Secrets + 2:
She fears bears.
She has never lived with her own kind.
++++Strengths + 4:
Intelligence: She is always thinking and is highly witty.
Self Control: She is the master of wolf-chi, and has a honed control of both her body and mind. Rarely does her temper grab the reins.
Self Assertion: She knows when she is outmatched and she knows when to “RUN FOR IT!”
Iron Will: This is also known as stubborn; she rarely bends without a fight.
Stamina and Speed: They go hand in hand; she is fast and can hold the pace for mile after mile.
++++Weaknesses + 4:
Strength: She does not always have the power to bring down large game, and often struggles (but never gives in-see above).
Object: She often remains silent in favor of observing yet will say what she thinks, however she rarely lets her true feelings on the subject show.
Fearless: She often takes risk others would avoid; often this disturbingly offers its share of issues.
Cunning: Sounds good right? Wrong, she out thinks the best of them and is capable of utter espionage.
Hearing: She is nearly def in her left ear.
+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: Medium thickness with a soft sheen of health…for now. She has a black dorsal stripe, that runs from the center of her head to near the end of her tail.
++++Eyes: Golden with a hint of Amber
++++Weight: About 100 lb, but a lady never tells….ok more like 115lb.
++++Body type: Large, lean, with added hybrid height. She is medium boned and of a medium build.
++++Coat/Fur Color: A plethora of grey, brown, black, and red.
[/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: Mid Russia, north east of the town of Khanty-Mansiysk
++++Parents: An Old black Female and a Roaming brindle Male
++++ Siblings: Two, somewhere in the mountains of Russia
++++ History (at least three paragraphs: Adarji first opened her eyes to the cool earthy comfort of a mountain cave deep within the Russian white wilderness. For what she recalls her dam was an aging black coated female of massive build and gentle demeanor, and she would later come across her large russet sire and know him by the unique dorsal marking they share. The cave of her birth was littered with hanging ice and windswept snow, the litter of three was to be the females last. Her time on this plane was waning. Adarji was the only pup to look more of the shire, and for that her dam was glad. She had chosen with care, this last mate of hers and chosen well. As for herself Adarji’s dam was long past grizzled and utterly alone in the bitter onset of winter. Yet she survived and so did the litter she had given so much to see brought into this world of white, luck had always followed the old wolf.
Adarji and her litter mates grew strong come spring and the old black taught them all she had the power too. The litter was the best she had ever produced, two that shared her coat and one…one that blended the coats of the world with the keenest eye she had ever crossed. The she-wolf had done well. Come mid spring the she wolf watched her growing brood frolic and then hunt their own and she knew. Adarji watched as only a wolf can, as the greatest shadow in her life wandered off in the early morning fog, a distinct lip evident and never returned.
She pined, as any who have lost a mother can understand and cowered with her litter within the safety of the cave for days until hunger won out and slowly she breached the blooming entrance and looked deep into the mountain mist. Looking back at her siblings, each ready to face the world she stepped from the precipice and followed the path given to her. She knew, she was no fool, leaving the safety of the den was a fool errand…and…yet…something called to her and listening to her mind’s eye she leaped after it. The lure of the wilds was strong in her and she longed to wander, to find something. Something she had no name for.
Life was a gift, and she fought to stay alive. So young, Adarji learned rapidly, for she had to. Survival depended on her ability to think her way out of anything. She settled up in a valley east of “her” mountain, uninhabited by other of her kind, Dar was able to thrive in the summers and survive in the winters. She avoided bears and lived off of their scraps. Yes, she reverted to scavenging to live. The other option was death.
Her second winter in the valley a traveling pack settled it, unable to defend her territory against the onslaught she fled and found herself starving in the depths of winter. It was here that her cunning and stamina developed, now she was not only stealing the scraps of bears she came across she was snatching the prey from the very mouths of lynx and snow cat. She was living on the edge and she loved it. She thrived on the risk before each feed, the depth that she was willing to dive before screaming for breath. Yet luck, always runs out. Adarji in her foolish youth believed that invincibility was doing performing numerous times with success. A bear caught her with a sliding blow to the head while she was waist deep in deer carcass, leaving her broken on the edge of the low flowing river bank.
Her hearing was gone in her left ear and she was carried down the river into the world she now steps into. The world of Halasia.
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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.
