Post by Stardust on Sept 19, 2010 19:29:55 GMT -5
Idris !
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Nickname: Idris, and only Idris, unless formally introducing herself.
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Mate: None
Offspring: N/A
Sire: Yorath mab Pryderi
Dame: Rhonwen verch Braith
Species: Mackenzie Valley Wolf
Eye Color: Deep, dark amber
Coat Color: Dark brown
Markings: A slightly paler brown face than the rest of her body, though not very perceptible.
Weight: 155
Feeling out of place, feeling strange
Appearance Description:Idris has gotten used to being mistaken for a brute, at least at a distance. With a thick, powerful neck, muscular shoulders that roll with every steady stride, and obviously powerful legs striated with arching muscle, at first glance anyone could be excused for thinking they were seeing a good-sized, if strangely shaped, male. Up close, however, the perspective changes. Beneath her rich, dark, bistre brown fur, her waist tapers slightly too much, and her legs where they join into her paws, though proportional to the rest of her, are slightly too delicate. Her face is where it really shows; she has a well-formed muzzle, and, surrounded by the lighter, more-chestnut colored fur of her "mask," her dark amber eyes are strangely feminine, though certainly not girlish.
Take me to a place where they know my name
Personality:Idris is a wolf who knows how to hold a grudge. Once she determines that any wolf or any pack is up to no good, she can and will hate them with a long-burning, lasting ferocity. On the other side of the coin, however, when her loyalty is earned, it is well-nigh permanent. She loves slowly, but with the same fierceness as her hate, almost seeking excuses to harm anyone she views as threatening her family, her friends, her pack, or her beloved. On the surface, and with her friends and those she's familiar with, she tends to be gruff and sarcastic; she finds it easier these days to express emotion with teasing than with gentle words or gestures.
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History:
Idris verch Rhonwen was born, as her name would indicate to those of her people, to a femme named Rhonwen. Specifically, Rhonwen verch Braith, by Yorath mab Pryderi, two rogue wolves making their home in the outskirts of the Everfall Fields, close to the lands that became those of The Order. All three would have objected to being called "rogues," as, though they had no pack, they carried with them a long lineage and history, much of it now transformed into myth and legend.
Her father, Yorath, chose her name at birth, despite the protests of her mother over its masculine meaning: "ardent lord." But Yorath was insistent, perhaps hoping that all the strength he'd imagined in a litter of both brutes and femmes would be embodied in this one girl pup.
Despite the occasional frightening brush with wolves of The Order as that pack grew in prominence, Idris's puphood was fairly quiet. She was friends for most of her youth with another rogue femme named Olwen, or "white footprint." The other fae was small and delicate, a creamy gray-white with brighter white-socked feet that often danced in the golden fallen leaves. Two years passed in this way, with Idris, confused and halfway in denial, watching Olwen ignore her many suitors, kindly but firmly turning away from the traditional courting gifts.
One gentle autumn day, hardly knowing what she was doing, Idris gathered together the herbs and flowers that would best carry her message, twining them as best she could with maw and large paws into a knotted bundle, and dropping it wordlessly at Olwen's feet.
If she had been expecting one of her long-held dreams to come true, she was sorely disappointed. The other fae first laughed, thinking it was a joke; then, afraid, angry, insulted, she ran to Rhonwen and Yorath. Idris followed as swiftly as she could, but she was built for endurance, not speed, and by the time she arrived, her parents and Olwen were facing her, cold, grief-stricken rage on their faces.
After the argument, she bolted; one of the only acts in her life she would ever truly regret. As she stormed through the trees, venting her anger, the three wolves closest to her strayed across the expanding pack lines of The Order. Olwen was killed instantly, small as she was; Rhonwen lasted until the borderline, and Yorath finally succumbed upon reaching their once-cozy den.
So yes, Idris is gay.
And she has a really. big. grudge.
Cause I ain’t met nobody that looks the same
Desired Pack: The Warrior's Realm
Picture URL: None yet! Trying to find a good one.
Number of Characters?: This'll be my 3rd.
Bio Password: adventure time
How did you find us?: Sunneh!
Credits
Bio Template credited to Lunar Oasis
Character idea and writing credited to respective creator
Lyrics written by Will.I.Am – Traveling Song
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