Post by naxx on Feb 1, 2011 17:43:06 GMT -5
NEIFIEAHKAI
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Full Name: Neifieahkai Yet'Kuma
Nickname(s): Kai, Fieah, 'Kuma
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Female
Species: North American Wolverine (Gulus Mustelidei)
Breed(s): -
Other: -
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Yet'Kuma is a medium sized female wolverine living in the tundra areas. True to her species and her breed, she has a multi-layered gradient coat to both keep her warm in the winter, and cool during the summer. Features include dark colored eyes that enable her to see in an illuminated red hue, acting as partial night vision during the dark of night. Though eye site be poor, her sense of smell, hearing, and the ability to feel vibrations through the ice are superb, making her the perfect arctic predator. Her coat is insulated enough to keep her body heat inside of her rather than radiating it throughout the area, allowing her to lay on the snow, but not melt it.
Her claws allow her to climb walls of ice, on top of the ice without slipping, trees rock beds without difficulty, and her jaws allow her to crush through bones without much effort to eat the marrow that lay within them.
MIND,
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Likes :: What does your character like?Dislikes :: What does your character dislike?
- - Eating/Hunting/Fishing
- - Sleeping/Napping
- - Feeling Special
- - Making friends
Strengths :: What positive traits stand out in your character?
- - Wolves/Badgers/Bears
- - Territorial Male Wolverines
- - Going Hungry
Weaknesses :: What negative traits stand out in your character?
- - Sense of Smell/Hearing
- - Endurance/Stamina
- - Jaw Power
- - Tolerance to Pain
- - Night Vision
- - Poor vision during the day
- - Inability to control temper
- - Poor Interactivity with 'active' males
- - Will not survive in warmer climates
- - Doesn't get along well with those in her pod
She's Clever -Yet'Kuma, though she's rather passive, can become quite the handful to those seeking her affection. She's rather independent, and won't hesitate to cause affliction to another if it isn't avoidable. Her reflective and calm personality will be her ultimate downfall, however. She's true to the environment, often using her surroundings to her advantage due to her small size.
She's Smart - She's sharp, witty, quick to overcome obstacles, overcome her fears, and fight what she needs to. Her small size is not to be over-estimated, she can easily crush one's throat just as easily as one can press two fingers together.
She's tested - Yet'Kuma is anything but weak, she's been through the blizzards, survived avalanches, survived many famines, and over came the most savage of the environment. She's a survivor in every sense of the word.
She's a Phantom - She's a wolverine, able to disappear at will, to avoid the eyes of any should there be the desire to do so. To avoid the hunt, to watchful eyes of others, including her own kind. Knowing when to disappear and went to reappear to the eyes of others.
She's a Wolverine - Like all wolverines, she has quite the temper about her that ensures her survival, a fearless warrior in the wild -and in the company of others that can prove useful in any situation, small or large.
SOUL.
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SHe's a young, promising female with the hopes to bring new life to her slowly vanishing tribe in the hopes of bringing new soldiers to combat the threat of the wolves. -However, she just won't fall for anyone in that manner.
She's strong, and therefore, she believes she deserves nonetheless than a strong male that can support her. One cannot raise powerful soldiers without the support of a powerful father. Therefore, she will be difficult to convice, hard to win-over, and she'll let you know it through either a slash to the side of the face, or a powerful bite to the flank. Very conservative, and not so inviting, she can be the most difficult obstacle for even the most experienced of veterans.
She was recently captured and placed on the island in the hopes to bring up the number of wolverines, however, locating a suitable male for her has proven to be a difficult obstical to overcome, as her standards are high, and therefore, will not tolerate weaknesses of any kind, no matter how small, or how large.
Your Name: Naxx
Joining Password: Nylassi
Where did you find us? Affiliate with Mark of the Wild: Savage Lineage
RP Example:
(Sequence is featuring Naxx - Kai's Son)
He lay there on his side, crumpled up in pain as the roar of the metal beasts continued to veer around him and his protective friend, -the only one that he trusted at the moment.
It wasn't a lie that Naxx trusted no one, -he learned such things from his father... trust someone, you leave yourself open to be betraid. -Trust no one, than you couldn't be betraid. - And despite that the two-leggers were all powerful, even -god-like to him, he would never trust them, not after what they did to him... especially not after what they made him do to others.
And so, he continued to snarl, glossy white fangs despite the agony of his shoulder, the areas around his mouth moist in his projections, his head felt heavy, throat felt dry in the back, as though he hadn't had anything to drink in many days.
Naxx was one to get sick often, he knew that; but this was something different, -he knew that too, coming to realise that there was something seriously wrong with him was just now beginning to enter that thick and stubborn skull of his. And as to why Don allowed this two-legged god to approach -to even let her go so far to even extend her hand out to him -right after he snapped at her -the hand of doom that poised over him like the eraser of the gods, the one to rule him out out of the factor in a long equation of life; -continue to approach.
He didn't understand, Don knew something that he didn't, Don saw something that he apparently didn't see, -but for the sake of his own security, Naxx thrusted out his hindlegs, the motion of his hips inching him away from the two-legged god -or- goddess; he'd never trust.
His shoulder was a fireball of agony, -it was expressed straight through his eyes, his facial expressions, his drooping ears -the face that no longer held to it that "healthy-wolverine-grin/smile"; -just his behavior alone was enough to inform everyone to simply steer clear of his way. -That was the problem though... no one asked... -and Naxx never started conversations. -Not with dogs. He trusted one dog, and one dog alone, and that was Don. -He saved his life, -but this was different. This was something requiring him to admit that he was unable to fulfill his purpose, this would've met him having to ask for help from another who had already helped him so much, to increase the dept that he already owed him; -to admit -that he was weak; despite the fact that he already knew in the first place... -Naxx wasn't stupid, even if he was sick, he knew when he was being followed. Walking sometimes helped the pain, -took his mind off it, -most of the time, -it didn't though.
He never intended to cause a scene, it was complete mistake, didn't even see the road, nor the metal beasts that rushed passed him. thought he was in the mountains again, -thought he was somewhere else, -out of the city, away from the facility, -and that he was making his way to his sister -before his upchuck brought him back to reality and the pain settled itself in.
Now here he was, -the Don baby-sitting, barking at every little thing that approached his crippled friend, and there was Naxx who doing nothing less than obeying his acquired survival instinct to avoid the two-legged gods at all costs, -and all conditions, be him sick, or healthy, bleeding or dying. -It didn't matter... nothing good came from them, -nothing ever would.
Don was no more than a couple of inches above him, legs plastered on either side of his body -using his own figure like some kind of protective shelter as Naxx continued to pant his pain.
"Yous gonna think I be insane, kid. But hear me out, a'ight?" Naxx grew cautious at the sound of his words. His ears rising, -only to fall again, -his head falling slowly as he eased himself to the dividing curb, resting his head along it and watched everything that took place through his peripheral vision, -watching Don... LICK her?
No, no, no! -He HAD to be hilucinating again, he didn't just seriously watch the one he trusted his life with, lick the very being that put him in this situation in the first place?! -Low growls rumbled from his gut between each breath, tail tapping the pavement once every three seconds.
"You gonna have to put that attitude on hold, nigga. I can't help ya but these motherfuckers can. Don't fuckin' worry over it 'neitha. I'll get ya back."[/i]
Don trusted the god... Naxx growled as he drew another breath through a compressed chest, his limbs felt weak, -he was freezing out here -despite the thick coat about him.
"They're the ones..." -he took a breath, "that did this to me in the first place!" he exclaimed as his tail thumped again with frustration, "-Tell me how THEY!" he indicated her with a thrust of his jaw, can FUCKIN' HELP ME!?" -oh yes... did I mention that he had developed a short fuze aswell?
Lungs heaved in each breath, awaiting the answer, -yelling helped... swearing helped... anger -it helped too... numbed the pain for but a few seconds before it regained in strength and made it's counter attack ten times fold; -and yet, all the while, the hand continued to approach, and with Don standing over him, Naxx couldn't protect himself without harming his friend aswell.
He had to make a decision... one between choosing life over death. He'd have to sacrifice his pride, his body would be violated by them again, everything he was -stripped away in moments, -just like it was before -when he was violated by the gods, when they tool hold and yanked whatever it was that interested them, be it his ears, his whiskers, his tail, hie legs, even his genitals.
He wouldn't allow that to happen again, not while he still had the choice... not while had the option to choose.... but then again... -Don trusted her... -gave him his word that he'd get him out... made a promise to him...
-And Naxx trusted Don.
"Your word..." Naxx looked up at Don with expressed eyes -"You've given me your word." he emphesized. "-Don't leave me there... -don't let them do what they white-coated gods did to me... -don't let them make me do what I did there..." -He placed a paw firmly againt Don's shoulder, -he still had some strength.
"PROMISE ME!" he shouted as a another fire wave of agony tore through him, -he closed his eyes as a tear ran down the side of his cheek, fangs exposed as his face twisted in furious ambition -knowing that he'd have to face the two-legged gods again, -their unknown ways, ...their many evils.
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