Post by Daylon L'Neria Softdeer on Jul 24, 2010 19:09:29 GMT -5
Seasons go and seasons come
Steady as the beating drum
O Great Spirit, hear our song
Help us keep the ancient ways [/center]
You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places I guess it must be so
Name: Daylon L'Neria Softdeer
Age: Sixteen
Eye Co lor: Brown, almost black
Hair Color: Black
Build: She is 120 pounds, and very thin.
General Appearance: You will see her wearing light flowy dresses and going barefoot if she's in soft grass.
Best feature: Her hair
Worst Featur: The inside of her ears
But still I can not see
Is the savage one is me[/left]
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
Species: Shape-Shifter
Breed: Timber Wolf
Loyal to whom: The Highlander Pack
Rank: Beta female
General Appearance: Daylon shifts into a large pitch black timber wolf, and stands only slightly bigger than a regular wolf. Her eyes in wolf form are a pericing light green.
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew
We all must pay a price
To be safe,
Strength: Fighting, taking care of her self, pulling her weight in the Pack
Weakness: Getting into bad situations without meaning to, slightly scared easily, love, letting go of the past.
Habits/Quirks: Laughing when nervous, getting distracted alot
Personality: Reading, dancing, singing, cooking, being alone. These are some of Daylons very favorite things to do or think when she's upset, wishing or hoping about something, or to beat of any boredness that comes up. You do NOT want to tick Daylon off, because one, she has a hot-headed temper, and two, shes strong enough that with one twist, she can break your hand. She doesn't like to hurt people or to be mean or fight, unless absolutely necessary. What really ticks her off is if you mess with people she loves or if you mess with the Pack..She's also like a mother. Very protective.
Hunter or Gather: Hunter
Trade (Employment title): Beta female
we lose our chance of ever knowing
What's around the riverbed
RP sample: Cheyanne Breanna Carter, a nineteen year old blonde haired, blue eyed Freshman at the University, sat in her dorm room competely bored out of her mind. Her roommate was out for the day but even though invited to come along, Cheyanne stayed. She wished there was something to do besides sit there and stare at the wall but nothing was coming to her. Chey rememberd a boy she had met a few days ago. When this thought came to her another one surfaced. What would a boy like Bryce Mitchel be doing inside on a sunny day like this...The answer was "HE WOULDN'T!" Bryce would be playing football with his buddys or down on the beach putting suntan lotion on some girls back.
As Cheyanne sat there thinking, another thought surfaced. "What if he is inside...He shouldn't be to hard to find and I know this place like the back of my hand.." And with that she got up off of her bed, wrote quick note to her dorm partner, and went out the door. As Chey passed the door that led to the outside were the football feild was. As soon as she walked passed the door she saw him. She saw Bryce in all of his glory and smiled. "I knew he'd be here somewhere." She sighed and walked out to stand just far enough from the field to not be interfering with the guys's practice, but just close enough were Bryce could see her. Cheyanne's heart beat wildly as she watched the football god run.
She knew that she was stupid to feel this way. She was also really scared. Cheyanne had just gotten over one bad relationship in which she got beat and the guy left her. She was afraid any man that walked into her life would be just like that and that was something Chey wouldn't be able to handle. As Cheyanne stood there though, she couldn't help but feel the least bit attracted to Bryce. He was cute, blondish-browin headed, green eyed, and athletic. These were alot of the things that her Ex that beat her, Mason, never had or dreamed of having in his life. These things drew Cheyanne to Bryce like a magnant drew a paper clip to itsself. Cheyanne saw Bryce briefly look and her and she quickly looked down feeling ashamed and let her blonde curls fall in her face. Cheyanne said to her self ~Your so stupid! He looks at you and this is what you do....Hide your face like a little coward!~ The way she chewed her self out made her flinch and sighed. She thought she should talk to him after practice, but she didn't know how to do it...She had never really talked to a guy like this before. A thought occured to her, in which the thought was ~What if he doesn't like me...If I ask him to coffee or something he'll think I'm a total dork! Wait I am a dork what the hell am I talking about!~ She sighed again and wonderd if abonding hope would be a good idea...To her it seemed that it would be. She doubted she could ever get the courage to talk to him and honestely she doubted her ability to talk to him. Whenever Chey would get around guys, first there was the whole looking like a dork thing, then there was the fear that they were another mason in disguise waiting for her to let her guard down so they could strike.
Bio: Daylon L'Neria Softdeer was born on June 16 to Johnson and Maria Softdeer. She has never known her parents because they died when she was born. When she was a baby, her older brother, Troy Softdeer took on the job of rasing her, but Troy soon died of an uncurable disease when Daylon turned 4. By then, she was alone. She set out by her self, looking for a home, and someone to love her. She was soon found one night by a river asleep by lady, who immediatley took her in. The woman wasn't any older than 20, but she was a widow. She was raised by the woman since then. When Daylon turned 16, she found the Highlander Pack, and the two brothers deemed her acceptable and took her into the Pack. She soon became Beta female.
**Credits go to Mini if she catches you stealing her Crap she will hunt you down and Poop on your lawn**
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