Post by Maya on Jun 14, 2011 14:26:08 GMT -5
AZARIA
"Little Miss I'll get tough, don't you worry 'bout me anymore."
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Azaria
NICKNAME(S): Ria, Az
PRONUNCIATION: Az-UH-rye-uh
POSITION: Freior
IMAGE: Click Here
taste the sky,
AGE: Three years
GENDER: Female
BREED: Arctic Wolf
HEIGHT: 25 inches
APPEARANCE: Coat: Dawned in a solid white coat, Azaria sticks out in all but one season. There will never be an issue in finding her that's for sure. Her coat is fluffy year-round, and reflects light in a dazzling way somewhat. Azaria's coat is soft to the caress, and is well kept; however, blemished on her body will be little dirt splotches, but even these can be washed away.
Build: Being 25 inches at the shoulder, Azaria often finds herself shorter than most which gives her that fragile look at times. With a weight of a mere 113 pounds, there is no doubt that Azaria is on the tiny end of the weight section. She looks fairly porprotional, appearing in a compact way. Her legs are slender which only decieves others into making her look slightly taller. Azaria's muscles are toned, but her muscle mass is low to match her frail appearance. The advantages of her small build allows her to naviate through practically anything. She is almost built for speed, so if one would chase her, she would be ahead of them rather quickly.
Eye Color: Exploding gold eyes contrast vidily against the purity of her white form. Azaria's golden eyes rival the flames of fire and are very expressive and alluring.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: Azaria can be little Miss Attitude. She has no issue in telling one off, and with a sharp tongue, Azaria will speak her mind, and attempt to put anyone back in their place. She is as opinionated as they come, and she's incredibly stubborn. Her voice will be heard if she has anything to say about it. With determination she refuses herself to be let down. She practically has skin of steel, allowing all words of hate to roll off her. If someone tells her she can't do something in partciular, Azaria will prove them wrong just to spite them. In her mind, anything is possible. She is fiesty and occasionally sassy. Despite all this, Azaria can be the entire opposite. She has manners and respects all others until given a reason not to. She obeys if one requests something to be done efficiently, but if she feels like she's being taken advantage of, Azaria has no issue in saying no. Azaria has integrity as well as confidence and self-esteem. She is not egotistical, but will jokingly say things that make her sound that way.
Azaria enjoys engaging in entertaining conversation. With her bright outlook on life, she adores laughing, but she has a firm hold on reality. She is not naive, but she prefers to focus on positives. She is easy to please, and wil her mild temperament she is pleasing to be around. She's easy to talk to, and with her easy-going vibe, most find themselves companions with her. She is social, and if one finds themself alone, Azaria will go out of her way to speak to them. She wants everyone to feel involved. Azaria is an independent being though. She will try her way countless times, and if she fails everytime, then she will try another's way. However, company she will gladly accept. In certain situations, Azaria can be a flirt, but this comes later if she feels comfortable around a male. This can be a teasing flirty way, or flat-out flirting. Either way, this female can captivate ones attention, or tell others off without losing a wink of sleep.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Tuono
MOTHER: Ceara
SIBLINGS: Macello [M], Raevyn [M]
HISTORY: It was a mild spring evening when Azaria’s mother went into labor. Her father had just returned from hunting when he had smelt the change of his mate. As he waited outside, it seemed like the birthing process was even taking its toll on him. The birthing was fairly strenuous on Ceara as she strained to push out the first pup that was moderately large in size. When the eldest, Macello broke free, Raevyn came along. Moments later, Azaria had been birthed alongside of her two older brothers. At first, it seemed that Azaria going to be a still-born for she did not move when she left the womb. When her mother proceeded to cleanse her, Azaria began to squirm and whimpered. Tuono was waiting outside impatiently, counting the noises that occurred and was thrilled that they were blessed with three young pups.
Ceara and Tuono had chosen the lifestyle as loners, and so they worked extensively harder than wolves in a pack to raise the young ones. Despite being the oldest, Macello was a lanky male about average size. Raevyn actually received the bulky appearance of his father, and Azaria remained the tiniest and smallest out of the bunch. As the pups aged to six months, they were more than eager to explore the sights and sounds that were so new to them. Raevyn was timid compared to his siblings, and stuck by their mother’s side. Macello and Azaria had run quickly out of the den, but remained in sight of Ceara. That day Azaria asked question after question to her parents, asking what certain things were called. Macello was absorbed in chasing butterflies. The three pups’ upbringing was nothing out of the norm. They were nourished with love, but also developing independently like their parents wished for. For the most part, the pups learned on their own.
When the litter reached the age of two, things were slightly beginning to falter. Azaria was getting antsy with seeing the familiar faces of her family everyday. It was very rarely that a stranger would pass by, and if that were the case, Azaria would be the first to greet them. Macello was changing from happy-go-lucky to becoming fairly possessive over Azaria. He never let her out of his sight, but Azaria thought he was just protecting her like older brothers normally do. That was the opposite of what she was expecting. After having dragged Raevyn away from Ceara which was no easy task for the momma’s boy, Azaria and he were chatting. Their father was off hunting with their mother, and Macello stayed back home. When the duo finally decided to loop back around, Azaria had found Macello pacing back and forth. She approached him with a smile, but he seemed off. Within moments, Macello was upon her, muttering to himself that he would make her his. His attempt at incest was cut short as Tuono came racing home with worried Raevyn and Ceara at his heels. Tuono collided into Macello, hurtling his son to the earth where the battle raged on.
Raevyn and Ceara consoled Azaria as she watched with horror. Repeatedly, Tuono attacked Macello teach him a lesson that was learned the hard way. Macello’s attempts to fight back were futile for Tuono was an experienced and seasoned male. Blood and whimpers filled the air and Azaria was frozen and stiff. As soon as Tuono backed off from Macello, the damage was clear. Macello was still alive and breathing, but wounds were gashed through his body. It was then that Azaria decided she needed to leave for it would be beneficial to herself and to the family. Wishing her family well, she bade them good-bye and for a year she remained on her own. Now, she seeks out a new start, and this seems to be just the place.