Post by Shaye on Apr 12, 2010 18:58:15 GMT -5
Name:
Crysis
Gender:
Female
Age:
3 1/2 Years
Orientation:
Straight
Phase:
primer trimestre
Rank:
El Enforcer
Appearance:
She has a medium-to-small build, with a lithe body and long legs. Her fur is sleek and well-groomed, and short. Her paws are almost on the small side. But do not let anything about her almost-too-small appearance fool you, she's as vicious as they come. Her paws are backed up with long, large razor-sharp claws and she has fangs to match.
The main color of Crysis's coat is white, while she has many dark gray patches splattered here and there. Her ears are all gray, while her face has a gray spot going from the top of her nose to between her eyes. The rest of her body seems randomly splotched with gray. Her eyes are green, and almond-shaped. If ice could be green, you'd say that her eyes were made out of shards of shattered ice.
Her left ear is split in a V shape, from one of her earlier battles, and she also has a thin, but long scar stretching for a good part on her flank. For the most part, her fur hides this scar, but otherwise, it's visible.
Personality:
Cold, ruthless, heartless, cruel, all these things you could say about Crysis and they would probably, if not most definitely, be true. She likes to get things done, with horrifying efficiency, and has a temper that can flare, too boot. But Crysis may, most of the time, seem passive, if not brooding. She hides most of these emotions fairly well, save for the occasional anger or bore dome, which such instances are far and in between.
But, in her heart of hearts, Crysis has unwanted feelings. Feelings of Mercy, pain, pity, regret and loss. She is prone to the rare bout of pity, but she does her best to hide and, and succeeds. Most around her think her to be nothing more then a killing machine, which she more or less is. But she is also insecure about her feelings and tries to hide them. Weakness is not aloud. Crysis shows nor feels any sadistic pleasure from what she does, only doing things because they are necessary.
Crysis is content with her lot in life. She's not happy about it, or thrilled, but she's perfectly willing to go on with it the way it is. She feels that this is one of the best possible outcomes for her, so screw it if she's not happy about it, too bad. At least she's better off then others.
History:
Crysis was born in the quart creixent, but when she was very young, she was stolen by the primer trimestre. She was then raised in the ways of the primer trimestre, and when she was old enough, went through the long and hard trial to become Els Dimonis. Crysis passed, and was soon fighting among battles that
were waged between the phases, and even within her own phase, occasionally. Loyalties were thin, and often the words of others could not be trusted.
One particular bloody raid on another phase's nursery when she was just starting out as a Els Dimonis left her with the long scar on her flank. The mother she was trying to take a kit from lashed out at her, and well, she got hurt. Of course, she still took the kit, because sheer numbers of the Primer Trimestre forced the mother to give up.
A year later, she noticed something. The current El Enforcer, Jet... he was getting a bit older. He was then 7 years old. Crysis knew that to be able to keep up the job that long, he had to be strong, but she was confident that she could best him. Crysis challenged him for the position one night, and he took up the challenge while the rest of the phase watched, just spectators. The fight lasted for a little while, it did not end quickly. Jet even split open Crysis's ear. But, of course, she rewarded Jet by giving him some own wounds to think about, even going as far as to bite off his tail. She defeated Jet, and he was exiled, pushed to live on his own.
Crysis gained the title of El Enforcer, and was feared by many. Now she does her job with cold efficiency. You can't really say she trusts anyone, not completely. And if you think you can trust her, your even more hopeless then she expects you to be. At the moment, she may be looking to try and take the position of leader, eh, but you never know with Crysis. She frequents quiet haunts of hers, and she likes the rare peace of being by herself, when no one else can watch her.
Notes:
This is what she looks like.
Crysis
Gender:
Female
Age:
3 1/2 Years
Orientation:
Straight
Phase:
primer trimestre
Rank:
El Enforcer
Appearance:
She has a medium-to-small build, with a lithe body and long legs. Her fur is sleek and well-groomed, and short. Her paws are almost on the small side. But do not let anything about her almost-too-small appearance fool you, she's as vicious as they come. Her paws are backed up with long, large razor-sharp claws and she has fangs to match.
The main color of Crysis's coat is white, while she has many dark gray patches splattered here and there. Her ears are all gray, while her face has a gray spot going from the top of her nose to between her eyes. The rest of her body seems randomly splotched with gray. Her eyes are green, and almond-shaped. If ice could be green, you'd say that her eyes were made out of shards of shattered ice.
Her left ear is split in a V shape, from one of her earlier battles, and she also has a thin, but long scar stretching for a good part on her flank. For the most part, her fur hides this scar, but otherwise, it's visible.
Personality:
Cold, ruthless, heartless, cruel, all these things you could say about Crysis and they would probably, if not most definitely, be true. She likes to get things done, with horrifying efficiency, and has a temper that can flare, too boot. But Crysis may, most of the time, seem passive, if not brooding. She hides most of these emotions fairly well, save for the occasional anger or bore dome, which such instances are far and in between.
But, in her heart of hearts, Crysis has unwanted feelings. Feelings of Mercy, pain, pity, regret and loss. She is prone to the rare bout of pity, but she does her best to hide and, and succeeds. Most around her think her to be nothing more then a killing machine, which she more or less is. But she is also insecure about her feelings and tries to hide them. Weakness is not aloud. Crysis shows nor feels any sadistic pleasure from what she does, only doing things because they are necessary.
Crysis is content with her lot in life. She's not happy about it, or thrilled, but she's perfectly willing to go on with it the way it is. She feels that this is one of the best possible outcomes for her, so screw it if she's not happy about it, too bad. At least she's better off then others.
History:
Crysis was born in the quart creixent, but when she was very young, she was stolen by the primer trimestre. She was then raised in the ways of the primer trimestre, and when she was old enough, went through the long and hard trial to become Els Dimonis. Crysis passed, and was soon fighting among battles that
were waged between the phases, and even within her own phase, occasionally. Loyalties were thin, and often the words of others could not be trusted.
One particular bloody raid on another phase's nursery when she was just starting out as a Els Dimonis left her with the long scar on her flank. The mother she was trying to take a kit from lashed out at her, and well, she got hurt. Of course, she still took the kit, because sheer numbers of the Primer Trimestre forced the mother to give up.
A year later, she noticed something. The current El Enforcer, Jet... he was getting a bit older. He was then 7 years old. Crysis knew that to be able to keep up the job that long, he had to be strong, but she was confident that she could best him. Crysis challenged him for the position one night, and he took up the challenge while the rest of the phase watched, just spectators. The fight lasted for a little while, it did not end quickly. Jet even split open Crysis's ear. But, of course, she rewarded Jet by giving him some own wounds to think about, even going as far as to bite off his tail. She defeated Jet, and he was exiled, pushed to live on his own.
Crysis gained the title of El Enforcer, and was feared by many. Now she does her job with cold efficiency. You can't really say she trusts anyone, not completely. And if you think you can trust her, your even more hopeless then she expects you to be. At the moment, she may be looking to try and take the position of leader, eh, but you never know with Crysis. She frequents quiet haunts of hers, and she likes the rare peace of being by herself, when no one else can watch her.
Notes:
This is what she looks like.