Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jul 5, 2011 22:17:10 GMT -5
MATRID
"I'm just sitting on the fence, and time is standing still."
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Matrid
NICKNAME(S): Mat, although she despises nicknames.
PRONUNCIATION: Mah-trid [trid rhymes with squid]
POSITION: sklavin
taste the sky,
AGE: 2 years
GENDER: Female
BREED: Himalayan Wolf
HEIGHT: 30 in.
APPEARANCE:
Matrid is a large, burly female, as her breed permits. Her coat is a mixture of tawny browns and grays, fading to a color resembling black along her shoulders and back that forms a bit of a saddle. Her head and muzzle are tinted with black speckles, her erect ears a richer tawny color. Her coat is thick, and although her muscled body and the way she carries herself almost makes her seem large, she is on the smaller side. Her muzzle is long, and when she walks, it is with a weary gait. At times she appears to slink lower to the ground, as if warding off attention. Her voice, when speaking, is clear and well enunciated. Due to her being a slave, however, it is kept low and constantly respectful. Her almond shaped eyes are a dark, dark brown color, almost seeming black until the sunlight catches them.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY:
As a pup, Matrid had been a happy, cheerful little ball of energy. She has long since grown out of that puppy stage, and although some wolves seem to keep their playful personality locked away for the rare moment when they can be pups again, Matrid lacks this. She was nearly broken long ago by her father and then the wolf he sold her off to, and now she could be described as quiet, shy, and submissive. Despite this, Matrid still holds a bit of her old fiery quick temper. She will sometimes lash out, her fits seemingly uncontrollable, which got her punished many times by her previous dominor. When her temper is not flaring, however, she is docile and attempts to blend into the background as much as possible. She considers her words carefully, and she holds herself cautiously, always fearing another gruesome beating like the previous ones she received.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Borrgh
MOTHER: Tovali
SIBLINGS: Lavoix [f] and Baylin [f]
HISTORY:
Matrid was born into the slave life, to put it simply. Her mother was a slave to her father, and had no love for the brute who impregnated her. When the puppies were born, however, she loved them dearly. She had given birth to three females, and for some reason, this seemed to anger Matrid's father, who believed female's to be worthless. Immediately he set to shaping the puppies to be slaves. The moment they were old enough, he began teaching them how to behave, even bestowing beatings on them, although none as harsh as the ones their mother received. Matrid was hard to break. She loved romping with her sister's, and didn't particularly enjoy listening to her father. When she was allowed to see her mother, she loved the female's whispered tales of freedom and love, packs and friends. Matrid truly believed it, like a fool.
At the age of one year, her father grew tired of Matrid and her still playful ways. He all-too-happily sold her to a dominor by the name of Nim. Nim was, from the start, exceedingly cruel. Matrid soon learned that to survive, she would have to be as obedient as possible, not to mention sever her playful ways. She knew that Nim had no shame in ending her, and this was the last thing she wanted.
As a growing pup, Matrid had found herself often getting angry over little things or lashing out, and her mother told her that she had her father's temper. The first time this happened with Nim, she nipped his shoulder, and the dominor punished her severely. Over the year that she was with him, she found herself barely able to control her temper, and many times she found herself wounded and bleeding because of it. As the reached the age of two, she could plainly see that Nim was growing weary of her just as her father had. Because of this, she quieted down even further, awaiting the day that he would leave her for another brute to claim.
