Post by Serilda | Wyatt on Apr 4, 2020 17:46:45 GMT
Chavapa Pack Application
FeralHeart Username: Korcher
FeralHeart Username: Korcher
SERILDA NUR
age THREE | gender FEMALE | Species CANIS LUPIS OCCIDENTALIS |
Sexuality STRAIGHT | POSITION HUNTER | PRESET LINK WIP |
PERSONALITY,
Serilda is a curious soul who doesn’t truly understand how the world works. Fascinated by everything she sees, she tends to get off-topic, distracted. It isn’t uncommon for Sere to explore every nook and cranny or scratch up the nearest tree’s bark to see what happens, why it makes weird noises, and why birds often peck at it.
Although confused about the world, she is a friendly soul. Severely shy and uncertain of herself and others at first, though with some persistence it shouldn’t be hard for her to warm up unless they greatly intimidate her, then she’ll avoid them at any cost. A fight is never sought out for and if she were ever truly threatened, she’d cower where she stands as she truly doesn’t understand why someone would want to be aggressive. That, or she’d run straight for the hills to hide.
Although confused about the world, she is a friendly soul. Severely shy and uncertain of herself and others at first, though with some persistence it shouldn’t be hard for her to warm up unless they greatly intimidate her, then she’ll avoid them at any cost. A fight is never sought out for and if she were ever truly threatened, she’d cower where she stands as she truly doesn’t understand why someone would want to be aggressive. That, or she’d run straight for the hills to hide.
HISTORY,
Birthed from Mistress Nyx and Sir Seth Nur in the twilight hours of Alaska’s winter, Sere grew up near the base of Mount Foraker alongside her sister, Cleo. These two were inseparable, always wanting to go out exploring past territory bounds, to their parents’ dismay. Through the first few months of life, Sere learned how her family lived: in the dark. Due to their silver eyes, they could not see very well in the day, so everything had to be done in the night. During one of these nights, Seth took them out for one of many lessons they partake in. Most were about animals and how to hunt them.
Unfortunately, Sere lost her way when a cricket started singing its lullaby and she simply had to go find it. With no sight of her family she sat near the biggest tree she could find and waited. In the day she would curl into a fluffy little ball, in the night she was awake; silent, looking left and right with the silent hope she might be found. Eventually, Serilda realized the truth, heading out to where she knew not.
Taking what lessons she was able to learn and staying active only beyond the sunset, she managed to survive. Observing other packs active in a hunt did she start learning the proper way to do so, mimicking them. With some trial and error, she began eating fresh hare, birds, mice, anything on the smaller side.
In the following two years she accidentally ran into a male named Vaas, a minty colored canine. He seemed terrified of her at first and has ever since followed him around like a lost puppy.
Unfortunately, Sere lost her way when a cricket started singing its lullaby and she simply had to go find it. With no sight of her family she sat near the biggest tree she could find and waited. In the day she would curl into a fluffy little ball, in the night she was awake; silent, looking left and right with the silent hope she might be found. Eventually, Serilda realized the truth, heading out to where she knew not.
Taking what lessons she was able to learn and staying active only beyond the sunset, she managed to survive. Observing other packs active in a hunt did she start learning the proper way to do so, mimicking them. With some trial and error, she began eating fresh hare, birds, mice, anything on the smaller side.
In the following two years she accidentally ran into a male named Vaas, a minty colored canine. He seemed terrified of her at first and has ever since followed him around like a lost puppy.
APPEARANCE,
Serilda is on the small side compared to the average Gray Wolf. Around eighty cm in length, estimated sixty-five-seventy cm at the shoulder height. Her fur is not very thick and appears to be brushed back. Ears are large and up straight; ready to listen in on a moment’s notice. Eyes are silver, close to white. Because of this, she cannot see as well during the day – always squinting or staying in the shade.
A forward black mane stands upon her head with white tips – however, this is only for Feral-Heart. Anywhere else she does not have one.
On her right side she has very complex markings that are white in coloration. Several stripes and unique swirls. A long tail is carried behind. Starts out in normal width until the bone is reached, then it becomes thin and just fur.
With a smaller build and longer legs she is nimble and quick; however, she also doesn’t have the strongest bite in the world.
A forward black mane stands upon her head with white tips – however, this is only for Feral-Heart. Anywhere else she does not have one.
On her right side she has very complex markings that are white in coloration. Several stripes and unique swirls. A long tail is carried behind. Starts out in normal width until the bone is reached, then it becomes thin and just fur.
With a smaller build and longer legs she is nimble and quick; however, she also doesn’t have the strongest bite in the world.
I have read, and I agree to everything written in the rules and the role-play pledge and fully accept it. I am active, dedicated and literate, signed: Korcher.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
-Snow up to your knees
-A bath in colorful leaves within autumn
-It's so hot! I need some water!
-Resting on a normal day, in a territory. I see someone, I want to talk.
This was… different. Extremely different. It’s only been so long since she decided to follow Vaas along in this unexplored area, where a large group of wolves flourished. Honestly, it was overly intimidating for this female dubbed Serilda. It’s been several years since she’s been in the presence of a pack and even then, they weren’t as large as this. So many bodies of different colors, sizes, and shapes. How intriguing. Very intriguing.-A bath in colorful leaves within autumn
-It's so hot! I need some water!
-Resting on a normal day, in a territory. I see someone, I want to talk.
Under a Pine Tree is where the dimly lit female resided, watching those in front of her move about. A few Medics walked by and smelled heavily of plants. Why? Did they go rolling around in bushes? That sounds silly. Lips parted a moment as she chuckled under her tongue, front limbs extended outwards, paws dug into the emerald terrain so she may resume a sitting position. Another batch of wolves came over, this time smelling of prey. Oh, perhaps they went out hunting? That made more sense.
One particular canine caught her attention amongst the rest. Her head tilted to the side curiously. This is an unusual looking wolf. Smelled of prey like the others, yes, but the overall build is… weird. Really long legs, oversized snout, giant ears – and what is this? Long tuffs on their ankles? Appeared to have a dark brown main coat, red underbelly, tribal marks, and a white back stripe that lead to a mask upon their skull.
Her curiosity was eating her alive, her need to figure out everything on this earth drove her to a stand, stepping into the light where the sun made her squint, a smack of reality came across her face. Wait a minute, how does she go about approaching? Her lack of socialization made it difficult to speak up and make friends. Should she stay? Should she go? Ah to hell with it, let’s go make a fool of ourselves.
Legs trotted up easily, her head downwards as she lacked the confidence to stand up straight. Head down, shoulders square yet tense, in case she needed to bolt. “Hello there – I’m sorry to bother you, I’ve just never seen someone like you – uh, what exactly are ‘you’ anyway? I mean, your kind – uh.” Good start, right?
Joining Keys:
Keys removed by Dena, Bran, Lucy, Shiela
Korcher, Demid, Serilda.
He, him; she, her; they, it.
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Now please answer some questions;
Would you like to make a better impression OOC or IC?
OOC.
You are the only one online, what do you do?
Go on a solo hunt, patrol, whatever I can do on my own.
Want to RP? Will you ask us first, or just shoot the post?
I like planning before jumping straight into it - so asking.