Post by Moyna on Jan 15, 2012 1:13:17 GMT -5
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MOYNA
[/b][/font][/center]MOYNA
THE 4-1-1[/size]
Full Name: Moyna
Nickname(s): ---
Age: Five
Gender: Female
Species: Canine
Breed(s): Australian Shepherd
Other: ---
BODY,[/size][/font]
Coat Color: Blue merle
Eye Color: One blue, one brown
Height: 18''
Weight: 40 lbs.
Markings: ---
Scars, birthmarks, etc: ---
MIND,
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The first thing anyone will notice about her is her excessively friendly demeanor. She's never afraid to say hi or meet someone new. She sort of has a way of instantly making you her best friend, giving her a rather large circle of friends, though only a few she regards as her close friends.
The girl can be quite the chatterbox once she does know you, or frankly, even if she doesn't. Which isn't to say she randomly accosts strangers, but she can hold a conversation. Especially though when she's around her closer friends there can be times when it seems like she will never shut up. For all her conversing though it is, admittedly, rather trivial topics she discusses. She can be kind of funny in her own way though and can get a laugh out of most anyone with a decent sense of humor without even meaning to be particularly witty.
If you are important to her, whether you’re just a friend, or you’re family, she will do whatever she can to make sure that you are okay. Sometimes she can go a little too far. She is a very generally excited person. Certain moods and emotions tend to bubble over and spill out, even when it is not intended. She tends to wear her heart on her proverbial sleeve around those she cares about. She tends to trust a bit too easily for her own good, she and has been working on picking the right ones to share that trust with.
Even when her bright skies turn dark, she still plants a smile on her face every day, and tries to see the bright side to the downers in life. A tough exterior to those who don't know her well, she can be stubborn, and hard headed. Hating to admit when she is wrong, and tends to rely on humor when she is, but not the type to point fingers when she is right, never relying on the `I told you so` factor.
She is expressive to her emotions physically, to those who matter in her life, and she is not at all good at hiding her emotions from them (close friends and family), though she would verbally deny it any day.
Sometimes she tends to speak before thinking, losing the whole `tact` factor, and she could easily argue her way out of anything. Extremely intelligent, a whiz at problem solving, and often uses this ability to talk her way out of situations she finds causing her trouble, or something she doesn't want to do. Logic, at its finest.
SOUL.
[/size][/font]Five years ago, she was born to two parents, along with three siblings on the island. Since then, her family has either died or left the island. At the tender age of two, she found a lifelong friend in a fellow native, Alekz. He was the kind of friend that stuck by her side through all of her stupid moments and insecurities. For three, long years, they were inseparable. After three, long years, she had come to view him as her guardian angel. Little did she know that the Anatolian Shepherd harbored feelings for her on a scale that went beyond simple friendship.
Your Name: Moyna
Joining Password: nylassi
Where did you find us? Grey. <3
RP Example: There was a certain sadness about her. She had finally come to accept the fact that her mate wasn't coming for her, the unborn child that was due the next season, or his firstborn son. It jabbed at her heart, silently reminding her that she was now alone. Her son had made his allegiances known, and she had been making herself scarce, which was proving to be harder than she thought. Her barrel was wide with child and yet, she seemed eerily hollow. She'd be five in Spring, and she was already so broken. She hadn't spoken to anybody since LG had manhandled her for badmouthing him.
What the hell did he expect her to do? Like him? A snort left her. Pigs would fly first. After all, he had been the insensitive asshole that had torn her family apart. There was still the smallest flicker of rebellion in the femme, and it would soon be put out. Her son was watching her silently, making sure she didn't try a suicide run. Hell, in this condition, she couldn't do much more than a prideful waddle.
Another reason for her attitude was the fact she was pregnant. Who wouldn't be upset when hormones raged for months on end, you became as wide as the barn, and you knew the father was out in the wind? Unsettling thoughts had plagued her, and she almost seemed like she was about ready to fall over. "You loved him, didn't you?" Her son's soft tones broke the silence, and he turned a devilish glare on him, refusing to respond. "Lashing out at me won't help the fact you're nothing more than a play toy." Leon mused, his voice becoming even softer as he slithered forth.
"Shut up!" Her words, unlike his, were sharp and held a malicious tone that almost dared him to open that hole in his face again. "Maybe if you say it a little louder, LG will cut his losses." He purred, his eyes alight with glee as he thought about it more. His mother being out of the picture would bring a lifelong dream to fruition, even if he wasn't the one to put her out of her misery. "Scratch that..keep talking." His voice sounded like he was mocking her and begging her all in one breath.
It was in that moment that all hell broke loose. Without even batting an eye, she lunged, glimmering ivories attempting to sink into the little fucker's throat so she could rip it out. "I don't care if you are his little perra! If you sass me again, I will fucking murder you, and you know I have the bolas to do it." She hissed, eyes narrowing as ears flattened. "I'd like to see you try." He taunted her, knowing LG would be quick to come to his aid, just to keep the peace a little longer.
Muscles tensed, and she looked like she was going to back down but then, without warning, her ivories clamped around his throat. The metallic, crimson liquid that was her son's blood bubbled past the surface of his flesh. Her hold tightened, threatening to crush his windpipe but not quite. It was in that moment that little Leon realized his mother wasn't lying. She would not hesitate to kill her own child. Without even batting an eye, he reared, tearing himself away from her. Sure, it hurt like a bitch, but he wasn't paying any attention to that or at least, not yet.
As gravity took hold again, he made damned sure he was a good few inches away from her. "Crazy bitch." He hissed, giving his head a toss. No matter how much she pissed him off, he knew enough not to punish her. That was in the hands of her master, and he'd be damned if he pissed off the lead. "Consider that your final warning." She snarled, clacking her ivories for good measure.
A snicker left the youth's lips. "One of these days, LG will see how much more of a hassle you are." He murmured, taking a menacing step forward. The foal within her stirred, and a low whimper rose in the depths of her throat. Her eyes fluttered closed as she steeled herself for something that didn't come. She thought that it would start a round of thrashing in the depths of her womb but surprisingly, it was still. It had been rather quiet the past, few days, and she wondered if it was her movements that had jarred it then she pushed the thought from her mind, refusing to believe that her last link to Faolan had died, just like her hope.[/size]