Post by Soumra on Aug 24, 2012 19:25:44 GMT -5
OOC Information
OOC Name:Kyra
General
Name: Soumra
Alias: None
Species: Keiyou
Gender: Female
Age: 4
Pack: Loner
Rank: n/a
Physical
Height: 40 Inches
Weight: 70 lbs
Appearance: Soumra has a dark head, faded to orange around the eyes and nose, white trims her jaw. Her eyes are a bright baby blue. Her neck is almost stripe like, with white, orange, black, and grays. They fade together almost fluid like. A white chest comes from the shoulders down the legs, down the belly, and down the inside of the back legs. Her back has stripes of orange, black, and gray running down to her tail. The colors flow over her sides, blending with the white. Her back legs have orange running down the back to her pads. The tail starts with the stripes blending to orange, ending with a black tip. The orange on her wings almost glitter in the sunlight, blending with the white. Just a bit of black runs through the colors. The orange running through her fur is an orange like that from the sky, when the sun is setting over the horizon. Her body is strong and muscular. Soumra’s voice is rugged, almost with a southern accent, but oddly comforting. Her voice can carry when needed, but be as small as a little drift of wind.
Other: None
Mental
Strengths: Flight, strength, big heart, smart, very fast flyer
Weaknesses: Curious, too caring sometimes, clumsy on the ground, stubborn, slight temper sometimes.
Personality: Soumra is a caring; sometimes her big heart gets her into trouble. This is because she trusts too much. Soumra always learns from her mistakes, this has made her very wise. Not nearly as wise as those older than her, but still very wise. She is always curious about everything, and wants to learn. Her mind works things out like a puzzle, and gets mad sometimes when she can’t figure it out. She never gives up at anything, unless she really needs to, but sometimes people need to remind her to slow it down. Her large wings make her love flying around. She always imagines just landing on a cloud and basking in the sun, while eating cotton candy clouds. The ease of flying greatly contrasts her grace on the ground. A quick movement with her paws is a very difficult task. Running is almost impossible, but walking is something she rather enjoys.
History:
Soumra was birthed to a litter of three. Roam, the oldest, was a born leader. He was raised and trained by his father to be a killer, and to lead the pack one day. Crystal was the youngest, always the baby, weaseling her way to get anything she wanted. Then there was Soumra, The middle pup. She was the trouble maker. Curiosity always got the best of her, but she didn’t care. Her mother was always trying to keep her out of trouble, but her brother always let her father know what she had done. Her father put her in her place, until Soumra began to wise up and keep her mischief hidden from her family. Soumra trained with her father and brother. Her sister didn’t put her heart into training like the other two, and slacked off, as was her way. At night Soumra took to the skies pushing herself, testing her skills of speed, and maneuverability. As she grew, the faster and stronger she became. This is how life went on for a few years.
Roam started noticing his sister becoming a better leader, he had no life but training, lacking the experience his slightly younger sister had. Their father noticed, in their training sessions Soumra exceeding his wants for them. Crystal had taken on a job helping her mother care for pups, and cleaning the dens. Roam disliked Soumra, and held a burning hatred for her. Soumra was better at everything than him. This wasn’t because of anything special, just because of her heart, willingness to learn, and stubbornness to not give up.
One day Roam was fed up with his father choosing Soumra over him. He gathered his friends, and ambushed his own father. Taking his rightful place as leader. Soumra stumbled upon the fight, just in time to see her brother and his friends rip her father apart. She took to the skies, fleeing him with ease. She flew for days, or maybe weeks, she can’t really remember.
Other: None
OOC Name:Kyra
General
Name: Soumra
Alias: None
Species: Keiyou
Gender: Female
Age: 4
Pack: Loner
Rank: n/a
Physical
Height: 40 Inches
Weight: 70 lbs
Appearance: Soumra has a dark head, faded to orange around the eyes and nose, white trims her jaw. Her eyes are a bright baby blue. Her neck is almost stripe like, with white, orange, black, and grays. They fade together almost fluid like. A white chest comes from the shoulders down the legs, down the belly, and down the inside of the back legs. Her back has stripes of orange, black, and gray running down to her tail. The colors flow over her sides, blending with the white. Her back legs have orange running down the back to her pads. The tail starts with the stripes blending to orange, ending with a black tip. The orange on her wings almost glitter in the sunlight, blending with the white. Just a bit of black runs through the colors. The orange running through her fur is an orange like that from the sky, when the sun is setting over the horizon. Her body is strong and muscular. Soumra’s voice is rugged, almost with a southern accent, but oddly comforting. Her voice can carry when needed, but be as small as a little drift of wind.
Other: None
Mental
Strengths: Flight, strength, big heart, smart, very fast flyer
Weaknesses: Curious, too caring sometimes, clumsy on the ground, stubborn, slight temper sometimes.
Personality: Soumra is a caring; sometimes her big heart gets her into trouble. This is because she trusts too much. Soumra always learns from her mistakes, this has made her very wise. Not nearly as wise as those older than her, but still very wise. She is always curious about everything, and wants to learn. Her mind works things out like a puzzle, and gets mad sometimes when she can’t figure it out. She never gives up at anything, unless she really needs to, but sometimes people need to remind her to slow it down. Her large wings make her love flying around. She always imagines just landing on a cloud and basking in the sun, while eating cotton candy clouds. The ease of flying greatly contrasts her grace on the ground. A quick movement with her paws is a very difficult task. Running is almost impossible, but walking is something she rather enjoys.
History:
Soumra was birthed to a litter of three. Roam, the oldest, was a born leader. He was raised and trained by his father to be a killer, and to lead the pack one day. Crystal was the youngest, always the baby, weaseling her way to get anything she wanted. Then there was Soumra, The middle pup. She was the trouble maker. Curiosity always got the best of her, but she didn’t care. Her mother was always trying to keep her out of trouble, but her brother always let her father know what she had done. Her father put her in her place, until Soumra began to wise up and keep her mischief hidden from her family. Soumra trained with her father and brother. Her sister didn’t put her heart into training like the other two, and slacked off, as was her way. At night Soumra took to the skies pushing herself, testing her skills of speed, and maneuverability. As she grew, the faster and stronger she became. This is how life went on for a few years.
Roam started noticing his sister becoming a better leader, he had no life but training, lacking the experience his slightly younger sister had. Their father noticed, in their training sessions Soumra exceeding his wants for them. Crystal had taken on a job helping her mother care for pups, and cleaning the dens. Roam disliked Soumra, and held a burning hatred for her. Soumra was better at everything than him. This wasn’t because of anything special, just because of her heart, willingness to learn, and stubbornness to not give up.
One day Roam was fed up with his father choosing Soumra over him. He gathered his friends, and ambushed his own father. Taking his rightful place as leader. Soumra stumbled upon the fight, just in time to see her brother and his friends rip her father apart. She took to the skies, fleeing him with ease. She flew for days, or maybe weeks, she can’t really remember.
Other: None
