Post by Lie on Sept 22, 2010 3:19:47 GMT -5
Please note that Quipp is one of my few wolves/characters that isn't heterosexual. Thus she's not roleplayed often and her character is often under development. I have no shame in admitting I can get extremely awkward when RPing with her. And also, her history may or may not be classed as 'mature' content. Probably not, but be wary. >o<
name.x
Quipp
gender.x
feminine
age.x
newly four
breed.x
maned wolf
mate/love.x
none, looking.
offspring.x
Sophor & Gwellen: both deceased.
orientation
bisexual
description.x
Quipp's a little creature, slender and supposedly frail. Her limbs are elegantly long, attached to small black paws that shift about uneasily whenever she's feeling particularly awkward. Her tail is easily fluffy enough to suffocate someone, larger than her head and forever curled happily over her back, though not in a particularly dominant fashion. Her pelt is long for a maned, soft and silky to the touch, though there are certainly patches where she's been lying in the dust where the fur has grown matted. Her underbelly and throat and tail tip are purely white, whilst her paws, ear tips and muzzle are ebony. Unlike most Maned Wolves, she's not a typical foxy rust coloring, no she edges towards being shockingly crimson, brightly toned.
First glances and impressions can be deceiving, and although Quipp looks to be little more than a frail, flirtatious face, she's tough. Not strong, tough.
strengths.x
Open minded
Tough (both physical and mental)
Alluring
weaknesses.x
Physically weak
Self conscious
Thin-Skinned
personality.x
Quipp's timid, shy at first, even a little wary of those she claims to trust. She's melancholy at times, often too involved in her own sorrows to be much company, though when she's not moping over her soiled past, she's really rather sweet and pleasant to be around.
Her feelings are easily injured, bruised, battered, damaged. Incredibly thin skinned she's not good at 'taking-a-joke' unless it's from someone she's close to.
That being said, she's quick to forgive, and quick to abolish her hurt, though she'll certainly leave it to fester if wounded feelings aren't apologized for.
Beneath the gentle surface, the femme still contains that same tragic rage that lead her to murder her pups, and though it tends to lie dormant, there are things such as immense anger or fear than will turn the submissive little wolf into a snarling ball of fur and fangs.
history.x
The pack's positions were all taken up by males. Alpha, beta, gamma, delta. Hunters. Guards. Everything.
Omegas on the other hand? The collective word used to refer to the females the males kept as their concubines, not life long mates, merely force bred when the pack sensed a wane in numbers.
The elders were little more than appreciative of the fact that even they were above the female omegas, and did nothing to shield even the youngest from the abuse.
The Alpha took first pick, selecting as many females as he fancied to amuse himself with, sow his seed, rough them around as he wished, and have them thank him for his attention as they hid their tears, before they returned to their dens, where no doubt they'd soon be harassed by the other males of the pack.
That was the world Quipp grew up in, the favored plaything of the Alpha, and although she was nary a pup, by the age of two she was already carrying two of his babes.
Their little laws decreed that a pregnant female was not to be force-bred, though certainly they turned a blind eye to the slack rule when they had a desire for one of the femmes.
Even as a pup, Quipp grew up in an environment where force breeding was expected and acceptable, and the event that no one did anything to help the young female fuelled her quiet rage toward the members of her pack, both male and female.
When her pups were born, Quipp saw little more than their likeness to the Alpha, the two males healthy and much approved by their Father. Rage that burns long and steadily sometimes translates through to the unpredictability of one's actions. Miss Quipp killed her pups quickly and efficiently, before she became the first female to successfully steal away from the pack.
She's been wandering ever since, taking everything in her stride as she goes; the death of her first love, the reminiscent and painful afterthoughts on her poor dead sons, the nightmares she receives; constant reminders of her pack.
It's perhaps a surprise she turned out as 'nice' as she did, but it's always best to remember that deep beneath the surface there's a festering anger.
name.x
Quipp
gender.x
feminine
age.x
newly four
breed.x
maned wolf
mate/love.x
none, looking.
offspring.x
Sophor & Gwellen: both deceased.
orientation
bisexual
description.x
Quipp's a little creature, slender and supposedly frail. Her limbs are elegantly long, attached to small black paws that shift about uneasily whenever she's feeling particularly awkward. Her tail is easily fluffy enough to suffocate someone, larger than her head and forever curled happily over her back, though not in a particularly dominant fashion. Her pelt is long for a maned, soft and silky to the touch, though there are certainly patches where she's been lying in the dust where the fur has grown matted. Her underbelly and throat and tail tip are purely white, whilst her paws, ear tips and muzzle are ebony. Unlike most Maned Wolves, she's not a typical foxy rust coloring, no she edges towards being shockingly crimson, brightly toned.
First glances and impressions can be deceiving, and although Quipp looks to be little more than a frail, flirtatious face, she's tough. Not strong, tough.
strengths.x
Open minded
Tough (both physical and mental)
Alluring
weaknesses.x
Physically weak
Self conscious
Thin-Skinned
personality.x
Quipp's timid, shy at first, even a little wary of those she claims to trust. She's melancholy at times, often too involved in her own sorrows to be much company, though when she's not moping over her soiled past, she's really rather sweet and pleasant to be around.
Her feelings are easily injured, bruised, battered, damaged. Incredibly thin skinned she's not good at 'taking-a-joke' unless it's from someone she's close to.
That being said, she's quick to forgive, and quick to abolish her hurt, though she'll certainly leave it to fester if wounded feelings aren't apologized for.
Beneath the gentle surface, the femme still contains that same tragic rage that lead her to murder her pups, and though it tends to lie dormant, there are things such as immense anger or fear than will turn the submissive little wolf into a snarling ball of fur and fangs.
history.x
The pack's positions were all taken up by males. Alpha, beta, gamma, delta. Hunters. Guards. Everything.
Omegas on the other hand? The collective word used to refer to the females the males kept as their concubines, not life long mates, merely force bred when the pack sensed a wane in numbers.
The elders were little more than appreciative of the fact that even they were above the female omegas, and did nothing to shield even the youngest from the abuse.
The Alpha took first pick, selecting as many females as he fancied to amuse himself with, sow his seed, rough them around as he wished, and have them thank him for his attention as they hid their tears, before they returned to their dens, where no doubt they'd soon be harassed by the other males of the pack.
That was the world Quipp grew up in, the favored plaything of the Alpha, and although she was nary a pup, by the age of two she was already carrying two of his babes.
Their little laws decreed that a pregnant female was not to be force-bred, though certainly they turned a blind eye to the slack rule when they had a desire for one of the femmes.
Even as a pup, Quipp grew up in an environment where force breeding was expected and acceptable, and the event that no one did anything to help the young female fuelled her quiet rage toward the members of her pack, both male and female.
When her pups were born, Quipp saw little more than their likeness to the Alpha, the two males healthy and much approved by their Father. Rage that burns long and steadily sometimes translates through to the unpredictability of one's actions. Miss Quipp killed her pups quickly and efficiently, before she became the first female to successfully steal away from the pack.
She's been wandering ever since, taking everything in her stride as she goes; the death of her first love, the reminiscent and painful afterthoughts on her poor dead sons, the nightmares she receives; constant reminders of her pack.
It's perhaps a surprise she turned out as 'nice' as she did, but it's always best to remember that deep beneath the surface there's a festering anger.
hm reminds me that I still haven't rped Rian or Darian much lately I sometimes favor Rian XD she is a flirty little thing, and Darian is her protective big brother snapping at most anyone