Post by .:||Ceres||:. on Oct 26, 2007 19:30:07 GMT -5
Name: Ceres
Gender: Female
Clan: Loner/Wanderer for now
Rank: None
Age: 4 summers
Short Description: Light colored, delicate, beautiful, green eyes, slender, quick.
Appearance:
Ceres is mainly light colored, with some orange, red, and brown hues mixed in. she looks much like a forest floor during the fall, well a forest floor not found in Alaska. Her main color, if you can call it main, is a light golden yellow, a creamish color. This color covers most of her body, including her sides, back, legs, thighs, and the top of her tail. Her right cheek is also a slightly darker shade of this color. her front legs, some of her neck, the sides of her muzzle, and the left cheek are white. As for grey, it covers the bottom of her chest between her forelegs, in a dark patch. Little strips of it run thorugh her neck, and the tip of her tail is a light grey on one side, with white on the other. The top of her muzzle, below her eyes is a shade of dull grey-brown. Reds and oranges are also found throughout. all above her eyes, red dominates, as well as on her chest, neck, in fornt of her thighs, and the middle segment of her tail. The insides of her ears are also red.
Ceres, named so for her beauty and delicate figure, is just that. she is delicate, feminine, and graceful. She moves like a goddess, for she has perfected this art. She was named after the Roman Godess Ceres, goddess of plants. her mother thought of a lovely flower when naming her. Her name was almost Lavander.
Ceres is small, sleek, speedy, lithe, agile, and her fur is smooth and well kept. She is not strong in the least. A pup could probably push her over, hery much in contrast to her massive brother.
Personality:
Ceres is quite a unique individual. She is nothing on the outside how she truley is.
Ceres has a tough, sarcastic, prideful, and selfish exterior. that is when she isn't acting myterious and hard to get for some male. She acts this way for a reason. Her father was killed when she was younger, and so Ceres now wants to rid the world of truley evil souls. If she finds one to be that way, she tells her brother Shurikan, who then "takes care of them". She puts on an act saying that she only cares for herself. She always has something insulting or sarcastic to say, or seductive and flirtatios, if to a male.. The truth is, though she isn't like this much at all.
The true Ceres is kind and gentle, not to mention naive. She has to stop herself at every turn, to make sure she thinks things through logically, or else she'd believe the sky was green if you told her. She has a hard time playing tough and girly, it isn't her nature. She has to force herself to stay in character. She's easy to trick, and even easier to read, if you try. She acts tough, but any intelligent creature could see right thorugh it. Her eyes say it all.
She is very brave, dedicated and compassionate. These traits led her to avenge her father's death. She felt it her fault, and so would even put her life on the line to make sure it doesn't happen to anyone else.
The only part about her that she shows that is true is her sarcasm and sense of humor. She likes to tease now and then, and can laugh quite eaisly.
when she doesn't have to put on an act, Ceres is also very energetic, and loves to play, laugh and smile. She also likes to be in on everything. These traits can be often annoying to some.
Even tohugh she acts tough, Ceres is really just a gullible softy at heart.
History:
Ceres was born to a normal mother and father, who lead normal lives, in an average pack. They alll lived together happily..
Ceres's mother passed away when she was only a pup, leaving her loving father to take care of her. Her father was an alpha, and so they were always well provided for. She had the best life, the greatest position, and was always kept primp and clean. She didn't have many friends, though...
She was always so much higher, and more well kept than the other pups. They always just left her alone. Not to mention that she was so precious to her father. He hardly trusted anyone. She meant so much to him, he was overprotective, and he didn't want to loose her.
This led to her becoming quite secluded for quite some time. Up until she was 2, she was literally friendless. A few days after her birthday, a new family joined the clan. This family had a little pup. As soon as they met, they both saw each other for the inside. They were the very best of friends. This went on for about three years, and the were the happiest years of Ceres's life. When they were both about 4, he had to move away, and once again the poor vixen was lonely.
She grew up for a year that way, until one day. This day would change her entire life, forever. She was taking a walk, when she came across a little stream. It was so pretty, and so she stopped to sit by it a while. Her father was expecting her home, so she stood to leave. Just then she was attacked. She found her face in the dirt, with fangs to her throat. But then the weight of her attacker was quite suddenly gone. She looked up to see a handsome young wolf, with his paw on the chest of her attacker, also a wolf. Her attacker ran, leaving Ceres and her savior alone.
Ceres ran to him in thanks. She had instantly fallen for him. This is exactly what he wanted. his plan was to gain her trust and her love, take the life of her father, then mate with Ceres. He would then be alpha.
That night when Ceres came home, she was obviously late. Her father asked what had happened. She couldn't tell him! he wouldn't trust her new friend, her savior, the one that she thought she loved. So she...lied. This would prove to be the worst mistake of her life. The young wolf was a rouge, and a murderer, and so her father knew his face. if she had only been honest, the young wolf would have been killed, and unable to hurt anyone.
A few weeks after the incident by the creek, the young wolf decided it was time. He stole in the night to Ceres's father's den, and killed him. He almost got by without being spotted, but Ceres barely caught him. She turned him in to the patrolers, but never forgave herself for her father's death.
since her father's death, she vowed to rid the world of murderer's and thieves just like the one who killed her father. in other words, she isn't a dark-lover. She hunts them down, gains their trust, and turns them in to her brother, then moves on.
RP Sample:
If he had been the sort to think it, the massive tom would have commented on the lovely day as he made his routine daily patrols. He had been patrolling for quite some time, constantly sniffing the air, searching the ground for traces of intruders, and scanning the horizon for any sort of danger. His priority was to protect his clan, and the blue sky, singing birds, and melodious wind didn't cause any sort of stir in his intentions. He glanced the sky, and as always when looking up, conveyed a silent honor and respect for his passed ancestors in StarClan. This was something that happened whenever the tom glanced at the heavens. He took note of the location of sun, and its position in proportion to the horizon, as well as other things. From this glance he gathered that his patrol was over, and he could head home. He trotted off, but not before pausing to take one last look at the sky, which to his silent happiness, was particularly blue today. It caused him joy, even if he himself didn't realize it.
He continued to walk until his paws touched the inner land of the Clan. He stopped, and surprised, but not frightened, looked upon the sleeping form of Graystar. Instinct paired with logic informed him that she was quite all right, only sleeping. He smiled just slightly; glad to see his leader resting, peaceful. It wasn't at all something that she frequently enjoyed. She had worries of her own, as he did. He had so many that he couldn't begin to fathom how man she had as dedicated and concerned leader of HiddenClan. His large but soft paws padded him silently, with sleek grace away from her. He would let her rest. His ocean eyes glanced over his shoulders to look at her, and to ensure that his silent steps wouldn't awake her.
When the tom was far enough, he lessened his quiet gait, and allowed himself to walk and breathe normally. He wondered of his leader. She’d looked so peaceful, even in comparison to when she usually slept. Was she dreaming? He wondered of this, but decided that it wasn't so much important as to why she was peaceful, as long as that was what she was. Peaceful.
A few minutes passed, and he saw her awake and alert, passing through the usual clan ruckus, greeting those she passed, and she was soon gone, in the same instant that he had seen her. He decided to follow, for he was sort of concerned for her. Her face had held an air to it that had seemed slightly confused, maybe stressed. The large cat padded after her as quickly as he could, though she was much quicker than he. He didn't catch up before she had already made her kill, so he quickly retreated into the brush, deciding to meet her when she entered the camp. It was almost perfect, really. She glanced over her shoulder, and she would then see Falcon, smiling slightly, sitting calmly, ready for conversation. "Greetings, Graystar." he said with a respectful bow of his striped head.
Gender: Female
Clan: Loner/Wanderer for now
Rank: None
Age: 4 summers
Short Description: Light colored, delicate, beautiful, green eyes, slender, quick.
Appearance:
Ceres is mainly light colored, with some orange, red, and brown hues mixed in. she looks much like a forest floor during the fall, well a forest floor not found in Alaska. Her main color, if you can call it main, is a light golden yellow, a creamish color. This color covers most of her body, including her sides, back, legs, thighs, and the top of her tail. Her right cheek is also a slightly darker shade of this color. her front legs, some of her neck, the sides of her muzzle, and the left cheek are white. As for grey, it covers the bottom of her chest between her forelegs, in a dark patch. Little strips of it run thorugh her neck, and the tip of her tail is a light grey on one side, with white on the other. The top of her muzzle, below her eyes is a shade of dull grey-brown. Reds and oranges are also found throughout. all above her eyes, red dominates, as well as on her chest, neck, in fornt of her thighs, and the middle segment of her tail. The insides of her ears are also red.
Ceres, named so for her beauty and delicate figure, is just that. she is delicate, feminine, and graceful. She moves like a goddess, for she has perfected this art. She was named after the Roman Godess Ceres, goddess of plants. her mother thought of a lovely flower when naming her. Her name was almost Lavander.
Ceres is small, sleek, speedy, lithe, agile, and her fur is smooth and well kept. She is not strong in the least. A pup could probably push her over, hery much in contrast to her massive brother.
Personality:
Ceres is quite a unique individual. She is nothing on the outside how she truley is.
Ceres has a tough, sarcastic, prideful, and selfish exterior. that is when she isn't acting myterious and hard to get for some male. She acts this way for a reason. Her father was killed when she was younger, and so Ceres now wants to rid the world of truley evil souls. If she finds one to be that way, she tells her brother Shurikan, who then "takes care of them". She puts on an act saying that she only cares for herself. She always has something insulting or sarcastic to say, or seductive and flirtatios, if to a male.. The truth is, though she isn't like this much at all.
The true Ceres is kind and gentle, not to mention naive. She has to stop herself at every turn, to make sure she thinks things through logically, or else she'd believe the sky was green if you told her. She has a hard time playing tough and girly, it isn't her nature. She has to force herself to stay in character. She's easy to trick, and even easier to read, if you try. She acts tough, but any intelligent creature could see right thorugh it. Her eyes say it all.
She is very brave, dedicated and compassionate. These traits led her to avenge her father's death. She felt it her fault, and so would even put her life on the line to make sure it doesn't happen to anyone else.
The only part about her that she shows that is true is her sarcasm and sense of humor. She likes to tease now and then, and can laugh quite eaisly.
when she doesn't have to put on an act, Ceres is also very energetic, and loves to play, laugh and smile. She also likes to be in on everything. These traits can be often annoying to some.
Even tohugh she acts tough, Ceres is really just a gullible softy at heart.
History:
Ceres was born to a normal mother and father, who lead normal lives, in an average pack. They alll lived together happily..
Ceres's mother passed away when she was only a pup, leaving her loving father to take care of her. Her father was an alpha, and so they were always well provided for. She had the best life, the greatest position, and was always kept primp and clean. She didn't have many friends, though...
She was always so much higher, and more well kept than the other pups. They always just left her alone. Not to mention that she was so precious to her father. He hardly trusted anyone. She meant so much to him, he was overprotective, and he didn't want to loose her.
This led to her becoming quite secluded for quite some time. Up until she was 2, she was literally friendless. A few days after her birthday, a new family joined the clan. This family had a little pup. As soon as they met, they both saw each other for the inside. They were the very best of friends. This went on for about three years, and the were the happiest years of Ceres's life. When they were both about 4, he had to move away, and once again the poor vixen was lonely.
She grew up for a year that way, until one day. This day would change her entire life, forever. She was taking a walk, when she came across a little stream. It was so pretty, and so she stopped to sit by it a while. Her father was expecting her home, so she stood to leave. Just then she was attacked. She found her face in the dirt, with fangs to her throat. But then the weight of her attacker was quite suddenly gone. She looked up to see a handsome young wolf, with his paw on the chest of her attacker, also a wolf. Her attacker ran, leaving Ceres and her savior alone.
Ceres ran to him in thanks. She had instantly fallen for him. This is exactly what he wanted. his plan was to gain her trust and her love, take the life of her father, then mate with Ceres. He would then be alpha.
That night when Ceres came home, she was obviously late. Her father asked what had happened. She couldn't tell him! he wouldn't trust her new friend, her savior, the one that she thought she loved. So she...lied. This would prove to be the worst mistake of her life. The young wolf was a rouge, and a murderer, and so her father knew his face. if she had only been honest, the young wolf would have been killed, and unable to hurt anyone.
A few weeks after the incident by the creek, the young wolf decided it was time. He stole in the night to Ceres's father's den, and killed him. He almost got by without being spotted, but Ceres barely caught him. She turned him in to the patrolers, but never forgave herself for her father's death.
since her father's death, she vowed to rid the world of murderer's and thieves just like the one who killed her father. in other words, she isn't a dark-lover. She hunts them down, gains their trust, and turns them in to her brother, then moves on.
RP Sample:
If he had been the sort to think it, the massive tom would have commented on the lovely day as he made his routine daily patrols. He had been patrolling for quite some time, constantly sniffing the air, searching the ground for traces of intruders, and scanning the horizon for any sort of danger. His priority was to protect his clan, and the blue sky, singing birds, and melodious wind didn't cause any sort of stir in his intentions. He glanced the sky, and as always when looking up, conveyed a silent honor and respect for his passed ancestors in StarClan. This was something that happened whenever the tom glanced at the heavens. He took note of the location of sun, and its position in proportion to the horizon, as well as other things. From this glance he gathered that his patrol was over, and he could head home. He trotted off, but not before pausing to take one last look at the sky, which to his silent happiness, was particularly blue today. It caused him joy, even if he himself didn't realize it.
He continued to walk until his paws touched the inner land of the Clan. He stopped, and surprised, but not frightened, looked upon the sleeping form of Graystar. Instinct paired with logic informed him that she was quite all right, only sleeping. He smiled just slightly; glad to see his leader resting, peaceful. It wasn't at all something that she frequently enjoyed. She had worries of her own, as he did. He had so many that he couldn't begin to fathom how man she had as dedicated and concerned leader of HiddenClan. His large but soft paws padded him silently, with sleek grace away from her. He would let her rest. His ocean eyes glanced over his shoulders to look at her, and to ensure that his silent steps wouldn't awake her.
When the tom was far enough, he lessened his quiet gait, and allowed himself to walk and breathe normally. He wondered of his leader. She’d looked so peaceful, even in comparison to when she usually slept. Was she dreaming? He wondered of this, but decided that it wasn't so much important as to why she was peaceful, as long as that was what she was. Peaceful.
A few minutes passed, and he saw her awake and alert, passing through the usual clan ruckus, greeting those she passed, and she was soon gone, in the same instant that he had seen her. He decided to follow, for he was sort of concerned for her. Her face had held an air to it that had seemed slightly confused, maybe stressed. The large cat padded after her as quickly as he could, though she was much quicker than he. He didn't catch up before she had already made her kill, so he quickly retreated into the brush, deciding to meet her when she entered the camp. It was almost perfect, really. She glanced over her shoulder, and she would then see Falcon, smiling slightly, sitting calmly, ready for conversation. "Greetings, Graystar." he said with a respectful bow of his striped head.
