Post by Akyra on Jun 7, 2009 8:14:08 GMT -5
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[[-¤basic]
[-N A M E//: Ramu
[-P R O N U N C I A T I O N//: Rah-moo
[-A L I A S//: Ra, Rammy (uncommon)
[-A G E//: 5
[-G E N D E R//: Female
[-S P E C I E S//: Wolf (Canis Lupus)
[-B R E E D//: Blackblood Dire Wolf
[-H E I G H T//: 3'7"
[-W E I G H T//: 134 lbs
[[-¤lineage] 
[-M O T H E R//: Sita
[-F A T H E R//: Rana
[-B R O T H E R S//:Niko
[-S I S T E R S//: Slit (NCP)
[-M O T H E R//: Sita
[-F A T H E R//: Rana
[-B R O T H E R S//:
[-S I S T E R S//: Slit (NCP)
[[-¤loved]
[-C R U S H//: Flamebrand
[-L O V E R//: None
[-M A T E//: None
[-P U P S//: None
[[-¤packs]
[-C U R R E N T P A C K//: The Renegades
[-C U R R E N T R A N K//: Scout
[-D E S I R E D R A N K//: Head Scout
[-P A S T P A C K S//: Inaria
[-P A S T R A N K S//: Subordinate
[-C U R R E N T P A C K//: The Renegades
[-C U R R E N T R A N K//: Scout
[-D E S I R E D R A N K//: Head Scout
[-P A S T P A C K S//: Inaria
[-P A S T R A N K S//: Subordinate
[[-¤acquainted]
[-K E Y//:
Hatred
Angered
Annoyance/Fear
Unsure
Acquainted
Friend
Trusted
Best Friend
Respect
Crush
Love
Mate
Family
Hatred
Angered
Annoyance/Fear
Unsure
Acquainted
Friend
Trusted
Best Friend
Respect
Crush
Love
Mate
Family
Dragon: Fellow Renegade; an air of mystery radiates around you ... that scares me slightly. Your general demeanour is unnerving.
Anateri: I'm sorry for what's happened to you. I truly, truly am. If I had known what Flamebrands intention's were, I would never have joined his pack.
Icegaze: I don't like the way you are so mean to our captive. She hasn't done nothing to you!
Whiptip: You unnerve me slightly. You are Flamebrands accomplice, and the mere fact that you actually want to assit him I find ... weird. But I dunno; maybe your not so bad.
Pinpoint: Why are you so mean to everyone? I don't understand it. We have done nothing wrong, yet you persistantly taunt and abuse the rest of us. What have we done to you? Why does rank permit harrassement? Urgh...I can not find the words to describe you! Have your way for now, but I assure you that your deeds will not go unpunished.
Dustrush: You keep me sane .. literally. Your the only fun persona round anymore. Oh how I enjoy playing tag with you, frolicing around the Outskirts like a pair of dilusional children. What great times we've had; I so hope that they will last. After all with the revolt drawing ever closer, I fear for the wellfare of us both.
Whitewind: I used to respect you, until you and that wretched band of imbociles drove me and all whom had protected you for so long into the wilderness...Your dead now, and I couldn't be happier.
Flamebrand: Like most other males I come across, I find you extremely aluring; I wish that you'd stop Pinpoint from scolding us all the time though. I get sick and tired of him, yet you seem not to care. Why do you hold him in such high esteem? What is it that entices you to bestow such high status upon him?
Ephraim: I don't hate you, but I don't like you much either. What's your problem with us Blackbloods, eh?
[[-¤personality]
[-F E A R S//:
Inarians superceeding the Blackbloods as the rightful possessors of the kingdom of Inaria.
Losing the battle.
Death itself.
[-W E A K N E S S E S//:
Distracted easily (mostly by males).
Tendancy for extreme submission (which can get plain annoying).
Very tentative, often worries about things that don't require a second thought.
Subtelty.
Has previously developed a reputation as "mysterious" or "strange", because of her constant anxiety.
[-S T R E N G T H S//:
Always thinking ten steps ahead.
Loyal throughout any and all circumstances.
Active mind, though she diesn't often convey her intellgience.
[-L I K E S//:
Activities where she is required to think.
Solitude.
Males.
Fishing (a favourite pastime of hers).
Swimming in crystal clear streams.
[-D I S L I K E S//:
Socializing (as she lacks the social skills needed to do so).
Dominant persons (especially females).
[-L O V E S//:
Flamebrand
Bravery
Honour
Justice
The Blackbloods
[-H A T E S//:
Whitewind.
Swiftkill (and Blackbloods in general).
Inaria.
Glutony (thinks that is disgusting).
[-V A L U E S//:
The oportunity to be part of a pack.
Her life and those of others.
[-H O B B I E S//:
Often likes to draw patterns in the earth.
[-O V E R A L L//:
Ramu has quite a troubled mind. She believes that no-one wants her and that she is worthless and is an inhibitation. Thus, she tries to stay out of peoples way, though the genre of company may make her facade vary slightly. In the presence of males, Ramu is highly submissive, more often than not engaging in ritualistic displays of intense subordination. Her most common stance involves her crouching, hunch-backed, with tail curled between two quivering hindpaws. Ramu has the potential for promiscuality, though most of the time this is not the first thing on her mind; she is more intent on finding friends than taking it any further. The reason for this is that she feels that the greater amount of male interest she recieves, the more she is loved or valued (something which she strives towards).
Ramu was born the runt of the litter, and consequently was starved of oxygen during the birthing process; this has resulted in mental trauma and is the route of her instability and generally 'unusual' behaviour. She mainted severe head injuries and as a cub were far more apparent than they are now. Because of this, Ramu is extremely self-concious, and often ponders over slight flaws in her appearance. She encompass' loyality, the degree of said depending on the situation. For example, though she may betray a mate, Ramu lacks the ability to realize her mistakes.
She has the mental capacity of a wolf half her age, meaning she was subject to physical and mental harrassment; this lead her towards being suspicious of others. She often accuses others of talking of her secretively, though nine times out of ten they have said nothing. She can turn quickly, especially on females, towards whom she shows more dominance; should she hear a silent whisper that mentions her name, Ramu has no hesitation in mauling them to a fairly serious extent.
Act first, think later.
[-F E A R S//:
Inarians superceeding the Blackbloods as the rightful possessors of the kingdom of Inaria.
Losing the battle.
Death itself.
[-W E A K N E S S E S//:
Distracted easily (mostly by males).
Tendancy for extreme submission (which can get plain annoying).
Very tentative, often worries about things that don't require a second thought.
Subtelty.
Has previously developed a reputation as "mysterious" or "strange", because of her constant anxiety.
[-S T R E N G T H S//:
Always thinking ten steps ahead.
Loyal throughout any and all circumstances.
Active mind, though she diesn't often convey her intellgience.
[-L I K E S//:
Activities where she is required to think.
Solitude.
Males.
Fishing (a favourite pastime of hers).
Swimming in crystal clear streams.
[-D I S L I K E S//:
Socializing (as she lacks the social skills needed to do so).
Dominant persons (especially females).
[-L O V E S//:
Flamebrand
Bravery
Honour
Justice
The Blackbloods
[-H A T E S//:
Whitewind.
Swiftkill (and Blackbloods in general).
Inaria.
Glutony (thinks that is disgusting).
[-V A L U E S//:
The oportunity to be part of a pack.
Her life and those of others.
[-H O B B I E S//:
Often likes to draw patterns in the earth.
[-O V E R A L L//:
Ramu has quite a troubled mind. She believes that no-one wants her and that she is worthless and is an inhibitation. Thus, she tries to stay out of peoples way, though the genre of company may make her facade vary slightly. In the presence of males, Ramu is highly submissive, more often than not engaging in ritualistic displays of intense subordination. Her most common stance involves her crouching, hunch-backed, with tail curled between two quivering hindpaws. Ramu has the potential for promiscuality, though most of the time this is not the first thing on her mind; she is more intent on finding friends than taking it any further. The reason for this is that she feels that the greater amount of male interest she recieves, the more she is loved or valued (something which she strives towards).
Ramu was born the runt of the litter, and consequently was starved of oxygen during the birthing process; this has resulted in mental trauma and is the route of her instability and generally 'unusual' behaviour. She mainted severe head injuries and as a cub were far more apparent than they are now. Because of this, Ramu is extremely self-concious, and often ponders over slight flaws in her appearance. She encompass' loyality, the degree of said depending on the situation. For example, though she may betray a mate, Ramu lacks the ability to realize her mistakes.
She has the mental capacity of a wolf half her age, meaning she was subject to physical and mental harrassment; this lead her towards being suspicious of others. She often accuses others of talking of her secretively, though nine times out of ten they have said nothing. She can turn quickly, especially on females, towards whom she shows more dominance; should she hear a silent whisper that mentions her name, Ramu has no hesitation in mauling them to a fairly serious extent.
Act first, think later.
[[-¤physical]
[-R E F E R E N C E//:
[-E Y E S//: Grey
[-F U R//: Sleek and silky
[-A C C E S S O R I E S//: None
[[-¤pre-forum history]
Ramu was born as part of the Inarian society, part of a litter of a mere three pups, herself, Niko and Slit. Niko, the lone male of the trio, grew up sickly and always craving attention from their mother because of his ailments. Her sister, Slit grew increasingly jealous of him even in puphood and often concocted ways in which to degrade her ill sibling. Ramu, though the assigned "runt" of the group for the mere fact of having been the last born of the three was often set aside as a pup to make room for her caniving sister and unwell brother. Thus she learned few social skills and remained fairly secluded during her childhood; she constanly thought that no-one understood her, and that she was not wanted when that was not nessessarily the case.
Thus, she lacked any sort of connection or bond with either of her parents, which contributed further to her lack of social knowledge. Ramu spent the majority of her time as a cub studying the natural word, obtaining a great fascination for trees and herbal remedies that could be obtained from their produce. Often, she might collect a bunch of various herbs or leaves or twigs, and spend her day mixing them together systematically to observe the reactions that they had. Once, Ramu offered her concoction to a doormouse who happened to be passing by; the little creature blantantly refused to sample her remedy, and thus was apprehended by the unpredicatble Blackblood known as Ramu. Luckily, it escaped with it's life.
As Ramu neared her first year, she experienced the tragic loss of her father at the hands of a rabid Inarian who stalked into the den intending to apprehend the youngsters. Fiercely defensive over his litter, the paternal wolf leapt at the intruder, ivory fangs piercing the flesh of his victim. The rabid wolf-dog darted about ravenously for a second or two before flinging Ramu's father off his back. Approaching confidently, assured of his demise the rabid hybrid swung his forepaw at her father, narrowly missing him had it not been for his quick wit and agility. Unfortunately, this would not aid in saving his life; finding himself cornered, Ramu's father could to nothing more than bare his teeth in a final attempt to drive away his tormentor. Slinking silently, the pubs managed to flee the den, Niko being trampled by the invading force in the process. Ramu, more bulky and therefor not as capable of reaching as greater speed as her sister, recoiled in horror as the final sight of her father was blurred by a scene of crimson blood.
How had it happened? She had lost the two people she cherished most in the same night; Ramu turned back, determined not to leave without her father. Darting in front of her little sister, Slit blocked her path. All she remembers were the words "Daddy's not coming back now". Terror flooded through the body of the young Ramu, too nieve to understand the concept of death. "Daddy's coming tomorrow then?" she said with an anticipant smile, ears pricked hopefully. Her sisters face said it all.
"You lie!" she screached in terror, turning abruptly to flee from the bondage of her sister. She ran further and further into the unknown, knowing nothing of where to go. She didn't know the lands, or who inhabited them, which did prove a disadvantage in the hostile realm of Inaria. For months upon months she travelled, not seeking acceptance within Inaria until almost another year had passed. There was little to say about her travels...she would hunt, eat and shelter in abandoned dens or small, self-constructed nests. By that time, Ramu had lost some of her unique interests (such as in herbal remedies) and become a more resiliant character, after having endured the elements alone. Thin and weak, a sentry took pity on her and welcomed Ramu to Inaria.
At the time she was welcomed no nessessarily as a friend but rather as a labourer, guarding the pack from other intruding forces. It was unlikely that anyone actually cared for her, but provided her with food and shelter simply to gain something in return...typical Inarians. Still, it beat life alone any day of the week, and so she prersevered for as long as she thought nessessary. In fact, whilst part of Inaria she often conversed with fellow Guard members, finding out about their past and native origins. She found the pyschological element quite fascinating; if fact many of her supposed friends were more test subjects than anything.
Four years were spent in Inaria. One morning, whilst scouting the borders, a rumbling screach passes Ramu's black ears. She fled towards the source of the rucuss, to stumble upon a conflict between her kind and their Inaria's. Whitewind seemed to have lost it completely, hollaring at the top of her voice. Swiftkill was in the center of the congregation, graping the limp body of a brown pup in her jaws. It appeared to be Imek. What had she done?
Confused, Ramu proceeded to watch a conflict ensure. Whitewind lunged at the weakened Swiftkill, but was quickly intercepted by Bloodspill and dragged to the ground in a vicious defense of her sibling. Swept to her feet by her guards, the white-coated alpha declared the Blackbloods exile. Having no authority to decide otherwise, Ramu followed her pack, being led by Swiftkill into the abyss? Where were they supposed to go now? They were outcastes, and they would have to find a new home, though Ramu didn't remain with them long enough to see their re-settlement.
Ramu split from the group during their period of nomadity. She lived as a wanderer, settling occasionally but swiftly departing after some threat entered her territory. During her nomadic months, Ramu had a brief relationship with a rather abusive dire named Sinndar, with whom she produced a litter of two though only one lived to see its first week.
Ramu was born as part of the Inarian society, part of a litter of a mere three pups, herself, Niko and Slit. Niko, the lone male of the trio, grew up sickly and always craving attention from their mother because of his ailments. Her sister, Slit grew increasingly jealous of him even in puphood and often concocted ways in which to degrade her ill sibling. Ramu, though the assigned "runt" of the group for the mere fact of having been the last born of the three was often set aside as a pup to make room for her caniving sister and unwell brother. Thus she learned few social skills and remained fairly secluded during her childhood; she constanly thought that no-one understood her, and that she was not wanted when that was not nessessarily the case.
Thus, she lacked any sort of connection or bond with either of her parents, which contributed further to her lack of social knowledge. Ramu spent the majority of her time as a cub studying the natural word, obtaining a great fascination for trees and herbal remedies that could be obtained from their produce. Often, she might collect a bunch of various herbs or leaves or twigs, and spend her day mixing them together systematically to observe the reactions that they had. Once, Ramu offered her concoction to a doormouse who happened to be passing by; the little creature blantantly refused to sample her remedy, and thus was apprehended by the unpredicatble Blackblood known as Ramu. Luckily, it escaped with it's life.
As Ramu neared her first year, she experienced the tragic loss of her father at the hands of a rabid Inarian who stalked into the den intending to apprehend the youngsters. Fiercely defensive over his litter, the paternal wolf leapt at the intruder, ivory fangs piercing the flesh of his victim. The rabid wolf-dog darted about ravenously for a second or two before flinging Ramu's father off his back. Approaching confidently, assured of his demise the rabid hybrid swung his forepaw at her father, narrowly missing him had it not been for his quick wit and agility. Unfortunately, this would not aid in saving his life; finding himself cornered, Ramu's father could to nothing more than bare his teeth in a final attempt to drive away his tormentor. Slinking silently, the pubs managed to flee the den, Niko being trampled by the invading force in the process. Ramu, more bulky and therefor not as capable of reaching as greater speed as her sister, recoiled in horror as the final sight of her father was blurred by a scene of crimson blood.
How had it happened? She had lost the two people she cherished most in the same night; Ramu turned back, determined not to leave without her father. Darting in front of her little sister, Slit blocked her path. All she remembers were the words "Daddy's not coming back now". Terror flooded through the body of the young Ramu, too nieve to understand the concept of death. "Daddy's coming tomorrow then?" she said with an anticipant smile, ears pricked hopefully. Her sisters face said it all.
"You lie!" she screached in terror, turning abruptly to flee from the bondage of her sister. She ran further and further into the unknown, knowing nothing of where to go. She didn't know the lands, or who inhabited them, which did prove a disadvantage in the hostile realm of Inaria. For months upon months she travelled, not seeking acceptance within Inaria until almost another year had passed. There was little to say about her travels...she would hunt, eat and shelter in abandoned dens or small, self-constructed nests. By that time, Ramu had lost some of her unique interests (such as in herbal remedies) and become a more resiliant character, after having endured the elements alone. Thin and weak, a sentry took pity on her and welcomed Ramu to Inaria.
At the time she was welcomed no nessessarily as a friend but rather as a labourer, guarding the pack from other intruding forces. It was unlikely that anyone actually cared for her, but provided her with food and shelter simply to gain something in return...typical Inarians. Still, it beat life alone any day of the week, and so she prersevered for as long as she thought nessessary. In fact, whilst part of Inaria she often conversed with fellow Guard members, finding out about their past and native origins. She found the pyschological element quite fascinating; if fact many of her supposed friends were more test subjects than anything.
Four years were spent in Inaria. One morning, whilst scouting the borders, a rumbling screach passes Ramu's black ears. She fled towards the source of the rucuss, to stumble upon a conflict between her kind and their Inaria's. Whitewind seemed to have lost it completely, hollaring at the top of her voice. Swiftkill was in the center of the congregation, graping the limp body of a brown pup in her jaws. It appeared to be Imek. What had she done?
Confused, Ramu proceeded to watch a conflict ensure. Whitewind lunged at the weakened Swiftkill, but was quickly intercepted by Bloodspill and dragged to the ground in a vicious defense of her sibling. Swept to her feet by her guards, the white-coated alpha declared the Blackbloods exile. Having no authority to decide otherwise, Ramu followed her pack, being led by Swiftkill into the abyss? Where were they supposed to go now? They were outcastes, and they would have to find a new home, though Ramu didn't remain with them long enough to see their re-settlement.
Ramu split from the group during their period of nomadity. She lived as a wanderer, settling occasionally but swiftly departing after some threat entered her territory. During her nomadic months, Ramu had a brief relationship with a rather abusive dire named Sinndar, with whom she produced a litter of two though only one lived to see its first week.
[[-¤forum history]
Ramu spent a short amount of time wandering about the silver mountains, before intercepting with Flambebrand, accompanied by a few of his followers. Ramu took an instant liking to Dustrush, a similarly young, enthusiastic wolf with bounds of energy; a perfect playmate. During their brief meeting, Ramu immediately fell for Flamebrands irresistable charm, much to the disappointment of Dustrush. Ramu lagged behind the trio, weary of Pinpoint, another of the Renegades, who (as expected) threatened the timid female. So, fearing for her saftely Ramu thought it best to follow, but not to closely.
Not long after she'd set off on her adventure had they arrived in a land she thought familiar; it was her homeland. Inaria. Memories flooded back to her of her childhood, recollections she no longer though she possessed all reappeared. But intertwined with those good memories were the surrowful ones; of their exile and her brothers passing that cold Spring night. Not long after she settled there did she learn of the plot to reclaim their lands; she joined them in the hopes of well...she didn't exactly know why. Perhaps she hoped that the good life of long ago would return should she be allowed back into Inaria again. Whether she was right or not; only time would tell.
She is currently accepted into Framebrand's pack, the "Renegades", and intends to overthrow Inaria and win back the land that rightfully belongs in the hands of the Blackbloods. Though she is not particularly passionate about regaining their lands; she sees it more as a way to socialize than to fight for a cause.
[[-¤basic]
[-B Y M E//: Coming soon
[-R E Q U E S T S//: Avatar and signature by <-Hybrid->
[-G I F T S//: None
[-T E M P L A T E S//: Kay Fedewa
[-B Y M E//: Coming soon
[-R E Q U E S T S//: Avatar and signature by <-Hybrid->
[-G I F T S//: None
[-T E M P L A T E S//: Kay Fedewa
[[-¤roleplays in progress]
[-R O L E P L A Y S//:
-Are you fit enough? [:Renegade recruitment:]-
If I close one eye, the future looks quite bright
Time for Humiliation
[[-¤theme]
[-T H E M E S O N G S//: Dido -- White flag
-L Y R I C S//:
know you think that I shouldn't still love you
I'll tell you that
But if I didn't say it
Well, I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused but nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "It's over"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And when we meet
As I'm sure we will
All that was then
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
[-L I S T E N?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrK3XszSzgc
[-T H E M E S O N G S//: Dido -- White flag
-L Y R I C S//:
know you think that I shouldn't still love you
I'll tell you that
But if I didn't say it
Well, I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused but nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "It's over"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And when we meet
As I'm sure we will
All that was then
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
[-L I S T E N?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrK3XszSzgc
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