Post by Huskii-chan on Dec 28, 2007 5:22:19 GMT -5
[x They ask me my moniker, I reply], -Name-
Crimson Rose - Or Crimson
[x They inquire of my species, I smile], -Species-
Mutt - Pidgey cross Growlithe.
[x They question my youth, I nod], -Age-
Older Pup - 1 Year - Level 5
[x They speak of my gender, I correct], -Sex-
Female
[x Outright looks of a killer, inside says otherwise], -Description-
Pidlithe -- Clicketh Here
They way she was designed by her faulty heritage is nothing too extravagantly stunning. Not noting she isn't fine looking; she just is not vain in the way she looks. Her cranium is fairly decent; her frame sturdy and healthy for a pup. She has fairly toned muscle (due to simply running and hunting) and a fair bit of weight. Yes, she is not at the correct weight; she is thinner than what is supposed to be considered 'normal'.
But, hey, who wants to be completely stereotypical?
Her muzzle is a more pale hue of cream; this cream hue only extending down her chest and around her whole underside. A more darker colour of brown then taints her upper-bodice. Her pillars; the same brown with patterns of cream mixed into which look like stripes wrapping up along the pillars. Her sides caressed in the same pale shade of cream and have small wings, hardly usable for flight as of now. Their tips are also coloured in this cream, and are actual feathers unlike the rest of her furry pelt.
Her eyes are a deep-sea blue, or even going into the tainted blue and sea green hue, depending on her moods; dark green flecks can be found deep within them; if you dare look close enough. They hold a sense of anger and malice; violent and longing to see pain of others. They are chaotic; and seemingly can tell so much if she wishes for them to reveal at one time. A patch of black now cover these, giving them an extra deep look, almost haunting for her age.
[x In a dangerous way, a playfull soul], -Personality-
Things aren't the scent of a golden rose when things rotate around to peer around upon this young lady. She is not a young beauty of token of joy. She is not sweet and innocent inside, only having a rougher outer core. No, no. Everything is rough, M'dear. But she does not simply reveal any sort of emotion to any pokemon. She has a simple, malicious blank stare of confusing complications. She sees things as the bitter reality. She does not look at the bright side of things, but points out the truth, no matter how buried it happens to be. She enjoys to see the pain in others eyes and the scent of fear wafting dangerously from their back. The bittersweet sensation is delightful in her mind. A sour way to find joy. She is, indeed, strong of mind, and quick in thoughts. Her words are strong and thoughtful. Full of point and meaning. Often conjured to sound in a brutally harmful way. She will verbally torture you if she cannot physically disturb you in a proper way that she finds suitable. Adding onward; let us say she grades others in her own mind. By maturity, brutality, looks, etcetera. Mainly for looks at how pokemon act. She is different, indeed for a pup of such a young age.
Of course, she still has time to change. To blame one's self is merely a thing that had become a habit, her life having rolled down hill ever further as she grew older. Depression is a normal thing, but maybe a good spirit will revive her soul. She knows that pain comes slowly; so how could a quick snap make a weak pokemon cry? She knows that mind-raking things are the strongest in pain. In addition; she knows giving them hope of escape is enjoyable to; for once again you can shatter those hopes in just a second when they feel her cold gaze upon their own fading one. Never once, however, has she killed for anything along those lines; it's merely the mental side of it all and the learning that catches her interest. To befriend a light hearted pokemon, well that may change her, but to continue on and meet a darker one, well then her lusting of blood and hate will continue. Only the time will tell her true side.
[x Can you say you really care, even so much to listen], -History-
Her history is commonly something she does not tell; partially because others do not ask. Either way, she finds it simple and of little importance; as the others -in her view- have stronger lives then she does when it comes to what she has done with her previous few months. It consists of the average wondering aimlessly and wasting life away.
She was born somewhere around one year in the past; a litter of three. Her two siblings were her world; her life in all. As they grew to a few months, it was time for them to start learning the basics of life, what to do and how to hunt. And so on. All were oh-so excited, their little lives all play and no seriousness. Of course, Crimson was always different, her view on things much more in depth and her ways of play much more rough. So this slowly caused her two siblings to stop playing around her, and slowly not even near the poor pup. The two parents then both focused on the two happy ones, her life now pushed into the shadows, into the darkness. But it all changed when they went hunting.
So they were playing around, a Ponyta having turned into a play toy for the trio. Their father, who happened to be an Arcanine, told them it would be best to surround the pokemon an move in, Crimson being the pup to go head on and startle it into the waiting jaws of the two other hungry pups.
A challenge, and indeed it was.
Taking up her position position the pup had waited until her fater signalled, her wings flapping and jaws snapping at the horse like pokemon's heels, her low growls causing it to cry out and bound around, running towards their trap. Well, it should have been thought over, her father and mother should have seen it coming.. A Rapadash had then made itself known, running towards it's crying baby and straight over her two siblings, them not having moved fast enough. The Arcanine had brought it down in the end, the Ponyta having ran into the forest for whatever reason. It didn't end well, however, and he cursed her, sending her away to never return.
'You're a curse to us all, you killed your sisters and now you shan't be part of our family. Get away, never return!'
They were the last words she caught from him, followed by a bite to the neck, which knocked her out as he threw her against a rock. It must have been her mother, who then flew her to some isolated forest. Waking up Crimson Rose found herself lost and bleeding, in need of someone to look after her. So she wandered, now finally having stumbled into Erymire where she wishes to find a new family, one who will hopefully change her dull out-look on life.
[x On a Final Note],
Hm. Just thought I'd point out who I am, not that most of you know me. ;]
I'm Valdis/Zac/Lee and so on. From Jesp's site, and she always talked about here so meh, here I am. <3
Crimson Rose - Or Crimson
[x They inquire of my species, I smile], -Species-
Mutt - Pidgey cross Growlithe.
[x They question my youth, I nod], -Age-
Older Pup - 1 Year - Level 5
[x They speak of my gender, I correct], -Sex-
Female
[x Outright looks of a killer, inside says otherwise], -Description-
Pidlithe -- Clicketh Here
They way she was designed by her faulty heritage is nothing too extravagantly stunning. Not noting she isn't fine looking; she just is not vain in the way she looks. Her cranium is fairly decent; her frame sturdy and healthy for a pup. She has fairly toned muscle (due to simply running and hunting) and a fair bit of weight. Yes, she is not at the correct weight; she is thinner than what is supposed to be considered 'normal'.
But, hey, who wants to be completely stereotypical?
Her muzzle is a more pale hue of cream; this cream hue only extending down her chest and around her whole underside. A more darker colour of brown then taints her upper-bodice. Her pillars; the same brown with patterns of cream mixed into which look like stripes wrapping up along the pillars. Her sides caressed in the same pale shade of cream and have small wings, hardly usable for flight as of now. Their tips are also coloured in this cream, and are actual feathers unlike the rest of her furry pelt.
Her eyes are a deep-sea blue, or even going into the tainted blue and sea green hue, depending on her moods; dark green flecks can be found deep within them; if you dare look close enough. They hold a sense of anger and malice; violent and longing to see pain of others. They are chaotic; and seemingly can tell so much if she wishes for them to reveal at one time. A patch of black now cover these, giving them an extra deep look, almost haunting for her age.
[x In a dangerous way, a playfull soul], -Personality-
Things aren't the scent of a golden rose when things rotate around to peer around upon this young lady. She is not a young beauty of token of joy. She is not sweet and innocent inside, only having a rougher outer core. No, no. Everything is rough, M'dear. But she does not simply reveal any sort of emotion to any pokemon. She has a simple, malicious blank stare of confusing complications. She sees things as the bitter reality. She does not look at the bright side of things, but points out the truth, no matter how buried it happens to be. She enjoys to see the pain in others eyes and the scent of fear wafting dangerously from their back. The bittersweet sensation is delightful in her mind. A sour way to find joy. She is, indeed, strong of mind, and quick in thoughts. Her words are strong and thoughtful. Full of point and meaning. Often conjured to sound in a brutally harmful way. She will verbally torture you if she cannot physically disturb you in a proper way that she finds suitable. Adding onward; let us say she grades others in her own mind. By maturity, brutality, looks, etcetera. Mainly for looks at how pokemon act. She is different, indeed for a pup of such a young age.
Of course, she still has time to change. To blame one's self is merely a thing that had become a habit, her life having rolled down hill ever further as she grew older. Depression is a normal thing, but maybe a good spirit will revive her soul. She knows that pain comes slowly; so how could a quick snap make a weak pokemon cry? She knows that mind-raking things are the strongest in pain. In addition; she knows giving them hope of escape is enjoyable to; for once again you can shatter those hopes in just a second when they feel her cold gaze upon their own fading one. Never once, however, has she killed for anything along those lines; it's merely the mental side of it all and the learning that catches her interest. To befriend a light hearted pokemon, well that may change her, but to continue on and meet a darker one, well then her lusting of blood and hate will continue. Only the time will tell her true side.
[x Can you say you really care, even so much to listen], -History-
Her history is commonly something she does not tell; partially because others do not ask. Either way, she finds it simple and of little importance; as the others -in her view- have stronger lives then she does when it comes to what she has done with her previous few months. It consists of the average wondering aimlessly and wasting life away.
She was born somewhere around one year in the past; a litter of three. Her two siblings were her world; her life in all. As they grew to a few months, it was time for them to start learning the basics of life, what to do and how to hunt. And so on. All were oh-so excited, their little lives all play and no seriousness. Of course, Crimson was always different, her view on things much more in depth and her ways of play much more rough. So this slowly caused her two siblings to stop playing around her, and slowly not even near the poor pup. The two parents then both focused on the two happy ones, her life now pushed into the shadows, into the darkness. But it all changed when they went hunting.
So they were playing around, a Ponyta having turned into a play toy for the trio. Their father, who happened to be an Arcanine, told them it would be best to surround the pokemon an move in, Crimson being the pup to go head on and startle it into the waiting jaws of the two other hungry pups.
A challenge, and indeed it was.
Taking up her position position the pup had waited until her fater signalled, her wings flapping and jaws snapping at the horse like pokemon's heels, her low growls causing it to cry out and bound around, running towards their trap. Well, it should have been thought over, her father and mother should have seen it coming.. A Rapadash had then made itself known, running towards it's crying baby and straight over her two siblings, them not having moved fast enough. The Arcanine had brought it down in the end, the Ponyta having ran into the forest for whatever reason. It didn't end well, however, and he cursed her, sending her away to never return.
'You're a curse to us all, you killed your sisters and now you shan't be part of our family. Get away, never return!'
They were the last words she caught from him, followed by a bite to the neck, which knocked her out as he threw her against a rock. It must have been her mother, who then flew her to some isolated forest. Waking up Crimson Rose found herself lost and bleeding, in need of someone to look after her. So she wandered, now finally having stumbled into Erymire where she wishes to find a new family, one who will hopefully change her dull out-look on life.
[x On a Final Note],
Hm. Just thought I'd point out who I am, not that most of you know me. ;]
I'm Valdis/Zac/Lee and so on. From Jesp's site, and she always talked about here so meh, here I am. <3
