Post by Clare on Sept 30, 2012 17:39:14 GMT -5
Sorry if anything is not at the right word count, it's difficult to tell on phone.
OOC Information
OOC Name: Wild One
Link to Previous Character: This is my first ever charrie
General
Name: Clare
Alias: Clover
Species: Yagi
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years, 2 months, a week, and a few days
Pack: Loner
Rank: N/A
Physical
Height:45"
Weight: Currently 220 lbs
Appearance: Clare is a medium height female with a broad muscular build, she can be very intimidating looking for a female. She has two ram like horns that hide her unusually small ears completely fallowed by small horns sprouting from her spine. She has dark rich green fur with a healthy glow mingled in with touches of tan and brown. Her paws are dark brown exuding her almost white tan toe rested on her right front paw, it is the middle right one. She has a patch of lighter green half on her lower left flank and half on her leg that makes a makeshift four leaf clover from certain points of view, the strange marking gave her her Nick name.
Clare has a natural slanted movement since her hind legs are higher up by a few inches, it's not very noticeable unless you look close and her paw with the tan toe is splayed, making her walk noticeably different then other wolves. She is not a quiet stepper and tends to make a light thud when she moves
Other: Has light green eyes
Mental
Strengths: Clare is a excellent singer, fighter, tracker, and is very loyal, and sometimes obedient
Weaknesses: Clare is a horrible strategies, is not very fast do to her great strength, hot headed, irrational, doesn't think before speaking or doing something.
Personality: Clare is quick to respond negatively due to being secretly sensitive, which it takes years to figure out she has a small sensitive spot verbally. She is brave -even enough to fight something that can kill her- and great with comebacks whether they be dialog or physical-. Don't test her patience because it's as thin as an old worn out clothes thread. She seems harsh the majority of the time and grumpy but under her cold strict icy outside is a loving, caring, kind wolf but it is hard to bring out her good side unless your a pup-their always a huge weakness for her-. Also she'll do all she can to protector family and friends, especially pups...never go between her and a pup she cares for unless your looking for a fight...most likely to the death. Also she never ever gives up unless her current alpha tells her too, which even that is difficult with this hard head.
History: Clare grew up a happy pup in a small pack with hopes of a grand feature of adventure. She had promising talents for a good hunter but as she grew she turned into more of the fighting type and didn't have patience to be a good hunter. She followed in the paw prints of her real father (who she never met) personality wise but had a soft side unlike the large menacing strangely black yagi male. When she grew up she tried for pups every heat cycle but each time they where still born and eventually she began to think she was incapable but to her surprise when she tried again as a four year old she gave birth to three beautiful females and a pure green male. She raised them well in her large pack with her mate, Dominic, and they got big and were soon adventuring outside of the den. One day she was neck and neck with another female who simply called her son too small to ever be a warrior, she completely disagreed and the two had torn up one another's face leaving scars on both of them but they faded away on her as her medium length fur grew back.
More recent events: The day was humid and almost unbearable, the wolf pack rested under the shade of large ancient like trees panting. The two month old pups wrestled tumbling over themselves and yanking each others ears. Clare kept a watchful pair of eyes on them tensely. "Folan, be gentle!" She eventually barked. The pup nodded before he went back to playing. She sighed watching the three set of litters before something down wind of them caught the Conner of her eye. She jumped to her feet snarling at the approaching figure. The pack stood stiffly watching hackles raised as a large male grizzly approached them. In a few split secants a fight broke out between the wolves and bear. One female didn't fight just rushed the pups into the den and kept them in. Clare snarled sinking her teeth into the Bear's shoulder and drawling blood. Four long claws scratched a long her face and body flinging her off into a near by tree. A yelp of pain filled the air, the hit was a fatal blow for most but she clung onto life. Soon her world went black and when she woke up days later her pack was surrounding her with sadness. She knew they had to move on to follow prey and growled at them awkwardly, "Leave." They all seemed hurt but after a argument left her there. Clare stood using up most of her energy to go lay by her pack's pond. All she could think of was her family...her pups. And that brings us to now.
Other: Nope
