Post by Dyzzie-doll on Jan 14, 2012 3:11:53 GMT -5
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FLOWER
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Full Name: Flower
Nickname(s): none
Age: three and a half
Gender: female
Species: Fox
Breed(s): Arctic Fox
Other: ----
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Coat Color: gray in summer, white in winter
Eye Color: Black
Height: 8 inches at shoulder
Weight: 5 lbs
Markings: ---
Scars, birthmarks, etc: ---
MIND,
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lower is a super shy sweetheart. She's extremely quiet, preferring silence to a wide abundance of noise and activity. She likes to be by herself, just taking walks, or sitting by the water. She enjoys the sunlight, but isn't fond of the cold, or rain. Anything that can make her wet tends to be an enemy - because she feels that it makes her look like a drenched rat.
She takes pride in her coat, loving how pretty, and soft it is, and like any other fox, she adores her tail. Her tail is her shining beacon, as well as her protector when she's shy or scared. She's not vain, however, she merely finds that she likes how well her coat can blend into gray or white areas, another tool she can use to hide.
Flower is super shy, and it can come in many forms, from her being quiet and unresponsive, to awkward and embarrassed. Usually, when she gets quiet, embarrassed, and any form of shyness, she uses her tail as a defense mechanism, pulling it towards her and half hiding beneath the plume.
She however does like to laugh and play. She's an extremely playful being. She likes to play, as long as her playmate isn't to much bigger than she. She finds it awkward when there is a size difference to deal with.
SOUL.
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Flower was the only surviving kit in her litter, and so when she was born, her mother was devistated, and unable to properly care for her surviving newborn kit, Flower was left abandoned. It was then that she met her best friend, Bambi. He was a young pup who'd stumbled upon her when he came to investigate her pitiful mews. When his mother saw her, she was immediately brought back to the pack and was given to a mother with her own small litter to be nursed. Naturally, after saving her life, Bambi became her best friend.
The two grew up together with Bambi constantly getting her in trouble with his wild ideas, until one day Bambi disappeared. She later learned that he had gone to explore, and so she decided to try and meet up with him, heading into the tunnels and trying to find him. Unfortunately, all she found was a rusty old trap.
She unknowingly walked into it, curious as to what it was, and was horrified when it snapped shut - even more horrified when her tail was almost caught when it did so. She remained curled up in a ball for a day, before a human came and found her in the old, rinkety trap. Rather than let her die of starvation, the human freed her from the trap, cradling her, and taking her to a shelter. When it was realized that she'd been mistaken for a cat, she was packed up in a small cage, and sent to this island - no longer sure what happened to her best friend, and missing him dearly.
(DO THIS PART ONCE)
Your Name: Dyzz
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RP Example:
The tiny, delicate fox stretched slowly, her long tail flicking into the air, and curling up over her head. She braced her hind legs in the sand, as her forepaws slid out from beneath her, as she stretched out her back, before rocking forward to lock her forelegs and stretch out her hindlegs. With a final twitch of her tail she moved towards the sleeping monkey that was nuzzled down into a bed of leaves and ferns. She slowly picked him up, nipping at his tail gently and lifting the sleeping monkey out of the bed before turning to place him onto her back. Immediately, the tiny monkey curled it's fists (both his hands and feet) into her long, white fur, it's tail curling around more hair to hold it in place. Flower rolled her eyes, although she smiled before turning away and bounding through the Island, intent on getting to the coral reef on one side of the island.[/size]
It had become a habit, for her to take off and head over there, watching the darkness turn the ugly coral into a vibrant display of colors. She slid to a stop at the edge of the surf, keeping just out of the water before laying down and letting Keanan, the monkey, curl up beside her, snuggling for warmth. The small action had a smile come to her face that fell slightly, wishing Vlad was with her for her to lean on. Just the mere thought of the handsome, black fox could make her day so much brighter. There was no denying it, Flower was very much in love with Vlad.
Regardless, she shook the thoughts away as she watched the sun sink below the horizon, and darkness slowly descend. The transition was gradual, the darker the sky, and world got, the brighter the coral became. After about an hour of this, the sky was completely dark and the coral was shining brightly beneath the water. Flower remained curled up, watching the fish swim around the glowing coral, a smile on her face, as she allowed herself to feel content in the moment. Calm, and content.
