Nem Falodroux

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=050b20] NEM FALODROUX OF THE GREAT LUNIR PACK ••lifes like rowing in a glass boat youre a devil in a fur coat•• Age 7 years, 4 months old Gender Female Purity Pure Rank Elder Power Nem can do very little. At the most, she can can make certain plants wither if she concentrates hard. If she concentrates hard enough, she can make a plant die completely. However, she cannot do so to large plants, such a trees or bushes. Flowers are easily suited for her. GOT A PALE PELT AND SOME ICY EYES ••like you think i dont know what youre trying not to show•• Scars Very little, almost unnoticeable scars over her face and chest. Her right ear is nicked, creating a v shape in part of it. The most noticeable scars are three almost identical scars running over her right eye. Disabilities/Deformities Nem doesn't have deformities, but she is fully blind in her right eye, making her unable to see one direction. This stops her from being able to hunt and attack efficiently, as she has only one side guarded. She also has a permanent limp on her left hind leg which prevents her from running at great speeds. It was gained from a battle in her earlier years. Appearance Nem is a petite sized female. Smaller than most males and females, she reaches 28 inches in height. Her body is slender, almost bony. Her head is shaped like a rounded rectangle, still retaining some block form to the shape. Her ears are almost always relaxed, rounded at the tips. The tail at the end of her body is a tad short, but almost overly bushy. Her fur is a normal color, a range between tans, browns, and creams. Her eyes are the color of icy chips from the north, pale but bright with intelligence. She wears her Soulreader around her neck, having threaded it with a reed. The hue of her soul liquid is a deep amber color, almost like honey, but darker. CAUSE IM BITTER AND LONELY ••beauty aint just skin deep horrors lie dont cry dont weep•• Personality Throughout her life, Nem has always been the one to follow the rules and like order. Without order, there wasn't peace and without peace, there would be chaos and chaos was bad to have. Perhaps such was the reason why whenever she felt any sort of negative emotion, she'd put a poker face up. Not to say Nem is always negative. She has her good moments where she can remain happy and forget all of her sorrows and worries. When in a good mood, she can act like a pup at times, playful and teasing. It's her bad moods that she has often. Mostly, she retains a melancholy front, but deeper inside is anger and bitterness. Though surrounded by pack mates and possible friends, she feels alone. Having had parents who weren't very kind affected her as such. Preferences Sleep, running, staring at her Soulreader, praying, ceremonies, order, the moon, knowledge. Strengths/Weaknesses Hunting, tracking, etequette // swimming, seeing correctly, sensitivity Secret Ambitions Find a way to see in her right eye again. AND MY PARENTS ARE MALAN AND SERNI ••theres a time where its all right build a club and dance all night•• Family Malan - Father Serni - Mother Candyr - Sister Regrets That she never told her family she loved them. History Nem's history is a vague one. She was raised by her two parents, Malan and Serni, both pale in colors. She had one litter mate, her sister Candyr. For her first few months of being a pup, everything was fine. Her mother was nice enough to feed her and Candyr. Her father would tell them stories every now and then. But that all quit when Nem became an adolescent. Perhaps it was because she was growing up, but she'd never understand why they shed their warm exterior and revealed their cold interior. Even though either of her parents were her Trainer, they punished and scolded her for every mistake she made while training. Candyr was the perfect sister, however. She always got praise from her parents, and in return never messed up. All this did was burn the embers inside of Nem. When she became an adult and her parents left for the Elder ranks, she snapped at them. It was their fault, really. They were the ones who had started such a thing. One little indirect insult, and she was leaping at them with her mouth open and claws ready. The fight was short, Nem being defeated by both her parents. As a result of the fight, her right eye was blinded by a long three lined scar. And as such, she shunned her family from her life. Sample RP My longest post ever.. A lone figure stood still in the morning fog that had wrapped itself around the area. The river stood just a few foot ahead of him, and the more he store into it, the more it called out to him. Finally, without hesitation, the black body made its way into the chilly water. The water felt like needles on his skin, yet it calmed his boiling blood. Yes, Stein was connected to the water by some powerful force. At one point, he had thought that Oire himself had bestowed this gift upon his soul, yet the churning in the water told him wrong. It whispered in its currents that it was the one to give him this gift. Stein had no choice but to agree. Soon, its cold touch made his limbs shiver and his fur damp. Yet, he didn't mind one bit. The pain his legs felt were welcomed with warm arms. Even the numb feeling that had started to crawl up his legs. However, his logical mind had set in, forcing his body to move out of the water. With agonizing steps, Stein slowly walked out of the cold debts behind himself. His paws collected dirt and his fur stuck to him like flies stuck to dung. His tail was high in the air, asserting dominance to any ongoing animal who happened to pass him. Soon, he felt the hard ground and the soft grass underneath his feet. It did nothing to comfort him like water would, swishing its cold currents around him. Finally, he did relax his straining muscles and sat on the ground. Thoughts, many of them, ran through his head as he continued his staring at the water. Had he stayed longer, his legs would collapse and he would flow freely with the current. Yet he did not except this as a possibility. No one, not even the water, would kill him. He would not allow it. With a flick of his tail, he stood up. A huff escaped him. He'd have to be more careful next time, less he wanted to end up dead. The minutes ticked by as he slowly trotted back and forth in his position. He was not waiting for someone, certainly not. Stein Sindrake does not wait for any lowly wolf. And so, he discontinued his trot and instead turned away from the river. He than began to walk back to his home, taking his time to make sure things were in order. He lifted his nose in the air and took a large sniff. Multiple scents lied around the area. A rabbit had scurried of to the east, a flock of birds had left the river more than a day ago. Few wolves had been here recently. He didn't find anything out of place. Yet, a strange scent, something foreign, waltzed its way to his muzzle, teasing it with its unfamiliar smell. His ears perked up, his stance becoming straight. He then bolted off into the direction of the scent, a growl rolling off his chest. There was a loner, an intruder in his territory. He would never allow that. ••listen to your fears to the waves by the piers as its drumming to your heartbeat baby youve got cold feet••

[»Talyn.]

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