Post by Akyra on Jun 7, 2009 8:00:56 GMT -5
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[-N A M E//: Akyra
[-P R O N U N C I A T I O N//: Ahk~eye~rah
[-M E A N I N G//: Islamic for afterlife (derivation Akhirah) Also means intelligence
[-A G E//: 2.5 years
[-G E N D E R//: Female
[-S P E C I E S//: Sabre-toothed Cat
[-B R E E D//: Smilodon Populator
[-H E I G H T//: 3'9"
[-W E I G H T//: 670 lbs
[[-¤lineage]
[-M O T H E R//: Sakoma (NCP)
[-F A T H E R//: Dimani
[-B R O T H E R S//: None
[-S I S T E R S//: None
[[-¤loved]
[-C R U S H//: Shai, Doplecoate
[-L O V E R//: Doplecoate
[-M A T E//: Doplecoate
[-C U B S//: None (as of yet)
[[-¤packs]
[-C U R R E N T P A C K//: Stone Claw
[-C U R R E N T R A N K//: Bard
[-D E S I R E D R A N K//: Assassin, Bard or Denmother
[-P A S T P A C K S//: Rouge clan known as Goldspear
[-P A S T R A N K S//: Queen of rouge clan/scout of Stoneclaw
[[-¤acquainted]
[-K E Y//:
Hatred
Angered
Annoyance
Unsure
Acquainted
Friend
Trusted
Best Friend
Respect
Crush
Love
Mate
Family
Hatred
Angered
Annoyance
Unsure
Acquainted
Friend
Trusted
Best Friend
Respect
Crush
Love
Mate
Family
Blackmane: My ex-mate. You are a caniving, cheating, lying brute. I have no further business with you; I never want to see you again. You have ruined my life, and may you rot for it!
Doplecoate: Though you are my mate, you are also my friend. You genuinely understand me, and I appreciate that. You are soon to give me my second litter, and for that I love you. Thankyou my friend.
Dimani: My father. I love you dearly, as you have raised me well, yet I have given you nothing. I feel as if I have betrayed you; my life has not gone as well as you made out it would. Perhaps I am not that good of a daughter after all.
Sakoma: My mother. I could never have hoped for a better one than you; all my life you encouraged me, and you loved me no matter what. Maybe it is better you died than to find out what a fool I have been and the idiotic choices I have made in life. Would you still be proud of me? I hope than answer is yes.
[[-¤personality]
[-F E A R S//:
Blackmane returning
The harmony of her life being disrupted
Death of those close to her
[-W E A K N E S S E S//:
Lack of self-confidence
Headstrong
Willful
Constantly needs assurance
Disregards orthorative figures at times
Lacks co-ordination
[-S T R E N G T H S//:
Puts on a confident facade
Physically strong
Enduring
Amicable to most
Dominant
Can be aggressive if provoked
Has been known as rather mysterious
[-L I K E S//:
Male sabres
Hunting
Cubs
Honour
Kiba (lone wolf whom she spent many a year or two with in the Silver Mountains)
[-D I S L I K E S//:
The majority of canids
Those with no honour
[-L O V E S//:
Doplecoate
Her father
[-H A T E S//:
Blackmane
Her past
[-V A L U E S//:
Respect
Authority
New oportunities
Redemption
[-H O B B I E S//:
Loves to wade through puddles and streams for the heck of it!
Hates to get muddy
[[-¤Personality]
Juvenile
Akyra could be described as a schitsophrenic, having two very oposite sides to her personality. The first, less common side of her comes into practice predominantly in the presence of males. She appears reserved and shy, daring not to speak unless spoken to. She is cautious and as to how much she will reveal about herself and will often directly avoid speaking of her past. She lacks confidence, and in this state of mind takes any and all statements made about her to heart; sometimes a misinterpretation on her part could lead to conflict. Akyra lacks self-confidence, which renders her vunerable to critisism which she often takes to heart and will ponder over for a fair while; she often relieves herself of stress through tear-shed.
The second, far more common facade that Akyra bears is her confident, outgoing personality. She is bold, and has the capacity to speak out against authorative figures if she feels it is nessessary. Intertwinded with this is her mysterious tendancies; to elaborate she appears to harbour a secretive past which she tends to neglect to mention. Akyra acts on impulse, and this leads her into trouble; thus sensible is not the greatest word to describe her well. Akyra has been regarded as an idle teen, in some respects, but generally all her actions have a reason and she considers (if only vaguely) the consequences. Her temper can occasionally become volatile, which leads to unpredictablitly.
Though she is only young for a sabress, Akyra is experienced when it comes to the wrath of the world and how it can bring you down; thus Akyra had learned the law of survival of the fittest, and that is her primary ethos at this point in time.
She relishes the opportunity to play and interact with cubs, for in their eyes she sees a window of hope in an otherwise dim and frightening world. Their innocence often reminds her of times past, when life was stable, her family united. They became almost symbolic to her, a representation of both hope and innocence.
Adult
In spite of her previously volatile atitude towards life, Akyra now realised that there are few aspects of life she can control, so thus tries (in time of hardship) to remove herself from the situation completely, both physically and mentally.
[[-¤physical]
[-R E F E R E N C E//: Akyra
[-E Y E S//: Azure
[-F U R//: Grey
[-A C C E S S O R I E S//: None
[[-¤pre-forum history]
An icy storm gripped the Silver mountains in the spring time, forcing Dimani and expecting Queen Sakoma to seek refuge in an abandoned old den. It was damp and unwelcoming, definately not the favoured place for a monarch to give birth.
Extract from "Akyra" (a book that I'm currently working on)
The clan sought shelter from the blanket of snow that engulfed the land in a secluded cave on the borders of the Silver mountains, in preparation for the arrival of a new pack member. Sakoma lay timidly upon the coarse ground at her feet, her slender face yielding the harsh winter chill. Dimani, her mate sat with her throughout the whole ordeal, alternately guarding the entrance to the cave alongside the most respected saber-tooth warriors. He wandered too and fro circling the periphery, shouldering each individual in turn to assure that they were constantly on guard. As his majesty paced assertively across the long line of soldiers, a new figure caught his attention.
This cat was unlike any he had ever seen. He was a young adolescent, with a dark tan hue to his coat and two humongous sabre fangs trailing from his shapely black jaw. He wore a velvet pelt, evenly shaded with white tints at his eyes, muzzle, paws and underside. His eyes peered straight ahead, legs locked together and feet splayed apart with his general pose conveying that of an great leader. A slight awe rippled through the body of the regal Dimani as he passed this fellow.
“Who are you?” the bold king roared. Seemingly unflustered, the juvenile replied “my name is Wacanti, son of the mighty Rogan”.
With an insightful grin, Dimani said to him “Do you intend to stay with the pack?” in an apprehensive manor.
Before he had a chance to reply, Sakoma uttered a deafening squeal. He turned to face his writhing mate who lay tensely in the shadowy, dimly-lit corner. A cavalcade of spiders haunted the crevices surrounding the helpless female, who sat with tongue hanging loosely from her speckled muzzle, panting profusely and muscles shimmering in the vague dawn twilight. Then, the orchestra of shrill cries suddenly became silent and her incessant writhing ceased.
Dimani etched closer towards his relieved partner with his expression conveying indefinite worry. She lay on her side with head pressed humbly against the ground and all four legs straightened stiffly out along the grainy floor. But now she was not alone. Beside her sat a tiny cub squinting its deep vermillion eyes and wriggling and squirming along the sodden ground.
There was something different about this cub and the whole pack could sense it.
“You shall grow to be a great warrior” a haggard figure declared from the shadows, interrupting the awe of the moment. It was Ekarni, Dimani’s father and experienced defender of the sabre-tooth clan.
The new born cub lay on the floor next to it’s mother, bearing a thin, black mane and a short bushy tail.
Akyra's birth brought upon the wandering clan a mixture of emotions. Relief, seeing as the pride now possessed an heir, but also of apprehension; for Sakoma had died. Dimani now ruled alone, untrusting upon himself the duty of caring for his offspring coupled with maintaining a pride (which was not an easy task).
After a challenge by Akyra's lover on Dimani which almost lead to his death, Akyra fled through sorrow in search of a new place she might call home. With the inherant leadership skills of her father, Akyra was able to band together a group of degenerates, outcasts and loners to form a powerful clan in the Red Mountains. Again, the grey sabre was convinced that she had found love in Blackmane, self-appointed Alpha of the pride they knew as Goldspear. Co-Alpha was a wolf by the name of Kiba, who knew of BlackManes betrayal of her, but Akyra refused to listen.
Sucessful as it was, their fortune did not last, after BlackMane being convicted of murdering his own litter to prevent them one day staking claim to the throne. Kiba was right... Again, Akyra had lost all she had loved, and headed off in search of a home.
[[-¤forum history]
There she came upon Stoneclaw. Since then, she has met Doplecoate, a strapping male who has pledged his eternal loyalty to her; to two plan on having a litter together and thus obtain a pupose in life
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[-B Y M E//:
[-R E Q U E S T S//:
Animation by ...?
[-G I F T S//: None
[-T E M P L A T E S//: None
[[-¤roleplays]
It started out as a feeling
Sacrifice
I Need One's Permission
[[-¤theme]
[-T H E M E S O N G//: Eye of the tiger - Survivor
[-L Y R I C S//:
Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
Risin' up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
[-L I S T E N?
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