Post by Dakki on Jan 25, 2012 19:48:38 GMT -5
Lebrah
"Never gonna be a man, I won't! Like to see somebody try and make me. Anyone who wants to try and make me turn into a man, catch me if you can. I won't grow up."
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Lebrah
NICKNAME(S): Lee
PRONUNCIATION: [LEE - bra]
POSITION: Free-roamer
taste the sky,
AGE: 5
GENDER: Male
BREED: Arctic Wolf
HEIGHT: 24 inches
APPEARANCE:
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Lebrah, being an arctic wolf, was a coat of pure white. There is not a single blemish to break the span of snow coloured pelt. He has a long, fluffy tail and a long fur coat. His eyes are amber in colour. He is a bit stocky, although not all together very strong, nor is he very fast. Lebrah's legs are of medium length and he stand shorter than most males. Because he is a very small wolf, he is agile, but has no real stamina. Lebrah's ears are small and covered in white fur, and he has a small nick at the top of his left ear. His feet are padded in a lot of fur, making him a very quiet walker. There are not many who ever hear his approach. There always seems to be a far away look in his eyes, like he's in his own world.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY:
Lebrah cannot remember his past, and usually this makes wolves cautious and wary. It has made Lebrah a bit... silly. You see, he acts as if he has never grown up, like he is still a little pup. He can speak well and all, but he bounds around and acts as if he hadn't a care in the world. Lebrah likes to play pranks on other wolves and can stir up quite some trouble for himself. He thinks that love is 'icky' and if he sees two wolves together he sticks out his tongue and makes funny faces at them. He never wants to go up, and will get very angry if other wolves tell him that he should. Other than that, he is a happy-go-lucky kind of wolf. He will probably never fall in love, he finds the notion funny and silly. Lebrah's favorite thing in the world is mud.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Unknown
MOTHER: Unknown
SIBLINGS: Unkown
HISTORY: One day, a white wolf woke up in the middle of a meadow. He didn't know who he was, or where he had come from. He didn't even know his own name. The poor wolf was lost and knew nothing, so he restored to a pup like nature. He stumbled around the meadow, crying and whimpering for someone to find him. No one ever did. He knew how to talk, and he knew how to play. So he lived in the meadow, basically raising himself. He didn't want to grow up, because it was another scary and unknown thing to him. Lebrah doesn't like not knowing what is coming, so he forever stays in this pup like state.
The first day that Lebrah left his meadow was almost a year after he woke up in it. He felt safe there, and he was scared of the unknown lands beyond. He knew that he needed to go though, he needed others. He wanted to play, and there was no one in his meadow. So he entered the lands of Ravensbrucks, and there he is now, looking for others. He needs a mother, needs someone to play with. He walked around, howling and whining and crying like a little pup. He needs a mother.
