Post by Secret on Jan 3, 2007 20:47:48 GMT -5
EDIT: Secret is no longer a hellhound. They aren't very many timber wolves, so I thought I'd help out!
Name- Secret
Nicknames- Uh, none.
Gender- Female
Species- Timber wolf
Age- 4 and a half years
Height- 2.4
Weight- 85 pounds
Pack/Group/army- None.
Mate: Nobody
Spawn: Nobody
Siblings: Four, but who knows what happened to them?
Father - Deceased
Mother- Deceased -
Voice Type- Feminine and seductive
Personality- Outgoing and flirty, very vengeful and quite vain.
Personality- Secret likes pain very, very much. She loves to watch it, listen to it and even experience it. Her mind is rather in the gutter and she enjoys flirting. One thing to keep in mind, she doesn't have much of a consience, so truting her completely isn't always good.
if you were to insult her - on looks especially- you will have an enemy. Her vanity overpowers most of her other personality traits and Secret can hold some grudges. She looks forward to causing pain and agony to anybody who has ever done anything she dislikes.
Appearance- Will be updated soon.
Strengths-
Stealthy
Decently intelligent
Weaknesses-
Terrible Fighter
Sort of slow
Easily distracted
History- If you asked Secret where she came from, she would only laugh and tell you it was her own little story. Why does she kept it all inside? Who knows, but that's what we're going to find out!
Here I am, delving into the history and mind of some timber wolf. Let's see how the 'little story' is in her head. Anyways, here goes nothing...
.. I was born in the snow four and a half years back in time, at least that's what I think to this day. It wasn't a glamorous place to be born, to tell the truth. Everything was whiter than any heaven, except the red blood that surrounded my mama, myself and my brothers and sister - I was the last born, of course. Still, as my daddy would tell me quite a bit later, the howling and bodily fluids did not paint a pretty picture.
.. My name is not really Secret - or wasn't, if you prefer. That's just a fancy lie. I was born Duskriver, daughter of Frosteye and Greyfur.
- To be finished.
Other- This chick is sort of crazy and she has no morals at all. That's what makes her fun.
Name- Secret
Nicknames- Uh, none.
Gender- Female
Species- Timber wolf
Age- 4 and a half years
Height- 2.4
Weight- 85 pounds
Pack/Group/army- None.
Mate: Nobody
Spawn: Nobody
Siblings: Four, but who knows what happened to them?
Father - Deceased
Mother- Deceased -
Voice Type- Feminine and seductive
Personality- Outgoing and flirty, very vengeful and quite vain.
Personality- Secret likes pain very, very much. She loves to watch it, listen to it and even experience it. Her mind is rather in the gutter and she enjoys flirting. One thing to keep in mind, she doesn't have much of a consience, so truting her completely isn't always good.
if you were to insult her - on looks especially- you will have an enemy. Her vanity overpowers most of her other personality traits and Secret can hold some grudges. She looks forward to causing pain and agony to anybody who has ever done anything she dislikes.
Appearance- Will be updated soon.
Strengths-
Stealthy
Decently intelligent
Weaknesses-
Terrible Fighter
Sort of slow
Easily distracted
History- If you asked Secret where she came from, she would only laugh and tell you it was her own little story. Why does she kept it all inside? Who knows, but that's what we're going to find out!
Here I am, delving into the history and mind of some timber wolf. Let's see how the 'little story' is in her head. Anyways, here goes nothing...
.. I was born in the snow four and a half years back in time, at least that's what I think to this day. It wasn't a glamorous place to be born, to tell the truth. Everything was whiter than any heaven, except the red blood that surrounded my mama, myself and my brothers and sister - I was the last born, of course. Still, as my daddy would tell me quite a bit later, the howling and bodily fluids did not paint a pretty picture.
.. My name is not really Secret - or wasn't, if you prefer. That's just a fancy lie. I was born Duskriver, daughter of Frosteye and Greyfur.
- To be finished.
Other- This chick is sort of crazy and she has no morals at all. That's what makes her fun.