Post by ilyich on Jul 31, 2012 22:36:33 GMT
THEODORA
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5 years • female • canine • African Wild Dog • tempest • The Brotherhood of Senka
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PERSONALITY |[/font]
Deceptive as a snake Theodore treads on no toes. Her brilliance is silent, but there. With a photographic memory and the innate acting ability of an Oscar winner the woman pulls off her job without a nuance of fear. In reality the painted dog adores her adrenalin rushes, and yet is generally unruffled by most things. It is extremely difficult to draw a rise from the overtly dignified creature, who merely turns her nose up at such attempts. In truth she can appear rather arrogant, though she does not recognize such things. It is a natural bit of her personality, ingrained by a father with too much pride.
Mentally Theo is hard to match. She has a habit of perception that would worry those surrounding if the dog ever felt the need to speak them allowed. Normally a silent creature Theodore only ever speaks up when spoken to, and does so out of a distaste for others rather then obedience. Secretive and a very good record keeper the beast shouldn't be trusted around anything, bu has yet to give a reason to suspect her deviousness. In fact as selfish as the woman may often seem she is extremely loyal; a family trait. What she learns is never hidden from whom ever has decided to lead the Tempest pack. Alpha knows what she knows, and that is how it works.
In personal affairs the woman becomes a bit more crass, however. As she is professionally reliable and proud she is personally immoral and cold. Theodore has a habit of forming informal relationships that are informal only in structure. She has very little patience for most people, and with a pulsing mind has become extremely adept at pretending otherwise. The most meticulous of actress Theodore places up a mask on all occasions. It is a rare thing indeed for the woman to show off her true form, and rarer still for her to allow others the chance to survive such an experience. Cold as ice in most relationships Theo makes no effort to connect to others. In part this is due to an inability to dissect herself from a constant meandering mind, but is mostly caused by a dislike of childishness and stupidity. Two things she loathes above all else.
Quiet and observant the woman stalks through her extremely dangerous life with out a fear, but with quiet a few worries. She is a rather anxious animal, though none of these anxieties ever truly relate to her. Despite her icy remoteness Theodore is bitterly loyal and has a deep seated need to provide for others. What she lacks in sympathy she makes up for in a never ending mine of empathy and an understanding of all those around her. It is however this empathy that causes problems. It is what placed this tomboy who has denied her true name from the day she was born in the hands of canine kind and this dangerous life style. It is what set her to care for those that she could in anyway possible. But it is also what prevents her from sharing in full what she has learned. Only what is useful for the pack and their means. Perhaps one day something will occur to defeat Theodore's deep interest in the minds of the felines, but as of now she is obsessive and this obsession has been set on the minds of the enemy.
Tireless and oddly buoyant the woman is professionally a very reliable creature. Theodore is charismatic when she wants to be, and charming when it is needed. With her masks hiding insecurity and stark dislike, she gives off a good natured air that is in truth extremely incorrect. Despite these masks the woman remains the same and her deceptions are not all hidden away. Deft at controlling the flow of information Theo is excellent at allowing others to think they have their way before she turns about face and does whatever she wishes. She loves to have the last word, and her need to win is a bitter thing deep in her heart. And yet atop all of this this clever crafty ambitious monster is in her heart a good girl. With the nobility of a knight and the empathy of a priest Theodore presents her heart to the world on a daily basis; it is not her fault that others choose not to look.
It is in this that she finds hatred. Having been raised as she has been she looks at felines as nothing more then food. As some see tools or companions she sees walking leasers. Yet unlike many of her fellows the woman is not proud enough to deny that some of them may know things she does not. It is in this that Theodore's cruelty becomes apparent. She will gladly torture any creature she is slated to kill for hours. It will not stop until they have given her something she has yet to learn, and in this obsessive need for knowledge Theo is queen. It is not a rare thing for these sessions of agonies to last for hours.• likes | the acquisition of knowledge. the use of previously mentioned knowledge.
• dislikes | stupidity. passive behavior.
• goals | learn everything her brain can hope to contain.
• fears | others.
• strengths | intelligent. resourceful. actress.
• weaknesses | arrogant. anxious. obsessive.
• mental disorders | mild schizoid personality disorder
APPEARANCE |[/font]
Sleek and powerful Theodore is no weakling. At times the woman may appear relatively thin but such is simply the way her markings angle and has nothing to do with sheer musculature. Some beasts are built for head-on war, some for deceptive slashes. Theo falls into this later category, settling easily into the skin of the warrior queen. Viper like in her structure the fae sets herself up for speed, endurance and intelligence. However these terms apply loosely and only seem to matter with her fellows. Compared to most other species Theodore is stocky and tall. Amongst her kin the lass is slender and overly agile. A runner. A street fighter. She is the master of deceptive tactics and lacks scars common to the guard thanks to her speed and flexibility.
Despite her at odds physical build the woman otherwise remains true to form. Layered heavily in that thick but short coat she often appears almost heavy. It is not merely muscle that gives a mutt her weight after all; it remains this heavy looking pelt that adds to the leather hardness of the creature's frame. As it were the thing is not all that heavy despite it's apparent feel, and adds very little to her total 60 pounds. It's hue is that of dusted ginger; black and white in equal measure. The layers crossing through the deep burnished substance are a shade lighter then jet and give the huntress a depth that would otherwise be lost on another plainer beast. Adding all this to a pair of brilliant golden eyes, and Theodora makes for a bland if not unimpressive creature, but it is not her job to stand out. It is her job to listen and observe, and such things she can accomplish without the help of any natural beauty that her very male like form does not possess.• height | 30 in
• weight | 60 pounds
• fur colour | orange-brown-black-white
• eye colour | amber
• scars | none obvious
• noticeable features | male like form.
• physical disorders | n/a
HISTORY | [/font]
Oh but the past is boring, and filed with such innate things.
• season born | winter.
• place of birth | The meadow.
• family | Forgotten. Replaced.
• memorable events | birth. leaves home. joins tempest.
SAMPLE | [/font]
It was a beautiful day to be wandering about. She'd been careful this time. Shadowclan wasn't like the other three. Clever little things they were, and they took their patrols very seriously. Haresprig dropped her body closer to the pine needles, enjoying the way they rubbed cold against her heated belly. Today was a beautiful day, but it wasn't a good one. Not for her physical well being. Not completely. Oh but it wasn't a bad day either. There was no withering on the dirt. No inability to hear or loss of function in some appendage that worked fine the day before. No. The pain was centered today, and not quiet as crippling as it previously had been. The white tabby patched cat could move now, lift and shift her legs about as they seemed to encircle the hurt. She could move and that was good, as she had passed out the day before within this pine forest.
Safe for the time being a rather ill Haresprig continued her slopping ungainly walk towards the border. It was odd, she mused, that she had managed to get so far yet her mind remembered no trip. Memory was a fickle thing with agony involved, though, and thus the she-cat did not question it. Only luck did she ponder on. Thank. Because that would have been horrid. To be caught on Shadowclan lands unconscious for the most part. To wake up unknowingly within their camp, prodded at like some horrific rat brought home in it's trap. The very idea was terrifying. Perhaps that was just a stereotype talking, though. Haresprig couldn't really say that she'd ever met a Shadowclan cat outside of a gathering. What did she know of them? It was rather rude, then to judge. Or was it. Tabby patched skull turning to peek over a white should, Haresprig offered the silent wood about her a worried look.
But it was nice. Fun even. That prickly sensation ran through her toes again and the tightness in her gut loosened just a fraction. Adrenalin was the drug of choice for the dying feline, and in whatever terrors these needled trees represented she could be glad for that at least. Heated by the release of those beautiful hormones Haresprig hurried her pace, though her legs still trembled with fatigue and she couldn't quite pick her head all the way up. The border wasn't so far away. Unless she ran nose first into a patrol she'd be fine. They couldn't do anything after she'd left their territory after all. Though this was Shadowclan. Sapphire eyes continued their exploration of this place she didn't remember traveling, watching the evergreens sway with the westward wind. Almost there. White paws hit the ground harder as Haresprig rushed forward that much faster ignoring her nose and the scent of Shadowclan in favor of thinking of her nice warm sand den where she could shudder in peace.
• link to image of character | link
• where did you find CR? | Returning.
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