Post by Rena DeVito on Dec 17, 2008 19:31:38 GMT -5
Name: Destiny Smith
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Guild: -----
Shapeshift Form: Fox
Appearance:
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Guild: -----
Shapeshift Form: Fox
Appearance:
Human Appearance:Personality:
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Hair is silky and fine. Hair color is orangish. Skin is a porcelain color, showing little time spent in the sun. Figure is petite. A flower shaped hair pin pulls back some of her hair. Shirt is tight fitting, showing ample breast and a slender waist. Dark blue jeans are low slung, revealing Destiny's naval. Shirt is a light, sky blue with the words, "Kiss Me" on the front. Destiny wears simple black flip flops.
Shifted Form:
Color:
Overall a rich, blood red pelt with well defined black and white markings. The head is mostly red, although the back of the ears are black. Underside of the muzzle is white. The white markings continue from the underside of her muzzle, to the belly. The body is mostly red, although there are a few white hairs mixed in. Legs are black from the knee down. Tail is mostly red, although the tips of the red hairs are black. Towards the tip of the tail it becomes completely black, althought the very tip is actually white. Orbs are a warm, auburn coloration, simply glowing with health.
Build:
A small fox, about the size of a small raccoon. Head is built delicately with a rather dished profile. Eyes are set wide apart, showing great intelligence. Muzzle is tiny, tiny enough to fit into a tea cup. Ears are small as well, and are alertly perked. Head is set mediumly between high and low. Jaws are strong and teeth are sharp.
A well set neck leads to a petite torso. Body is long and slim, often showing the rippling of many muscles. Back is straight, from the withers to the tail. Body is close to the ground, for better stealth skills. Shoulders are rather narrow although still strong. Forelegs are long, compared to the rest of her body. Paws are tiny, sporting black pads. Tail normally flows straight down from the base of the tail, although can curve when wanted to.
Coat:
The fur is thick and smooth. It is shorter around the face, but is quite long on the tail. No leg feathering, and the fur clings to the belly. Along the neck and ruff the fur is only slightly thicker. Her coat is rather shiny, and well kept. No dandruff in sight.
Gait:
Gait is normal for most foxes. Smooth and flowing, it is easy for it to be held for long distances. The trot is even and snappy, with a light springy step. The lope or canter is astoundingly fast, amounting to the speed of a racing equine when neccessary.
Destiny normally is a very flirtatious type of fox. But her recent introduction into the human world has done wonders to damper her normal enthusiasm. She's extremely shy in her human form, always very self conscious. She hardly knows anything about humans, especially since she's lived most of her life in realms far, far away from any of the two-legged. In her human form, she tends to be especially compassionate of others, especially the shy, self-conscious ones. She now knows what it feels like to have your pride and honor striped away.History:
When she's in fox form on the other hand, she tends to be quite a bit more flirtatious, being in her natural form and habitat. But Destiny is a lot more considerate of others.
Destiny was born into a very different family then most. This family, calling themselves the Desired Bloodlines, had very high standards on who lived and who didn't. The family, and the humans, called this 'selective breeding.' Destiny calls it bloodthirsty murdering. Only the supposive 'best' foxes were allowed to live.Sample:
When Destiny was born, she had a one sister in her litter. This sister was the weaker and Destiny's father brutally murdered his own daughter for that reason. Destiny confronted her father, and nearly lost her own life in the process. The only thing, or rather, creature that saved her was her elder brother, Dark Desire.
Destiny doesn't openly confront the rules anymore, but she does hint about how she hates the different regulations that have been set. She associates with other canines that are not 'up to the standards of her breeding.' She flirts freely with all the different dog-foxes, proper or not. She travels far and wide, never settling as she is suppose to.
When Destiny was of two years of age, she met a brute by the calling of Morocco. They fell in supposive love and were inseparable. The stud betrayed his love for Destiny and delivered her into the hands of the two-legged. As if this wasn't horrible enough, the two-legged abused her! But after a couple of months, she managed to escape that dungeon.
Now, she wanders near and far, searching...searching for herself, and her true love. She occasionally meets up with her brother, on accident, and he will then chastise her, and taunt her saying,"Why do you continue to disobey Father's wishes? He will eventually tire hearing of your disobedience and decide to finish you! Stop flirting with others Destiny!" Destiny has always seen her brother as cruel and bloodthirsty as her father. She can never forget her past, and she certainly has not done any forgiving!
On one of her most recent travels, Destiny met up with a dog named Rune. She spent a few, blissful hours with him, fighting conflicting emotions. Then her wretched brother showed up, forcing her to flee. She lost sight of Rune, and traveled from realm to realm, until she was kidnapped by a human and injected with human DNA. Her animal form is her true form. Destiny often feels lost in her human state, not always understand even simple things of a human life, such as polite table manners, how to use a toilet, things we often take for granted.
Femme glided smoothly into the rows of orange tree. Each one was twisted strangely, making it easy for the bright orange fae to slip up into the branches in one easy leap. She crouched up there, liquid souls traveling over the snow, now innocently white. But she remembered...or at least, she remembered part of it. A grotesque war had taken place here just a little while ago, and she had been part of it. Soft amber orbs surveyed the area, then lit upon a certain area. She slipped off of the snow covered branches and plopped softly into the snow. She slid over to a deceptively white area, and stood there staring down into the snow.Other:
A few weeks ago, this very ground was drenched with her crimson blood. She remembered one fox was lying on the ground, being held down by two other canines. Then a third one leaped through the air, seeking a killing blow. Though that mutt was aiming for the larger morsel, he had the chance to sink his filthy fangs into her slender bodice. Fea had leaped into the path that would have most likely destroyed the fallen comrade. Such an act as this, had nearly cost her life, and if Kero hadn't come when she did, Destiny, the elegant femora, would not be here today.
Femme shook her carefully chiseled tiara to rid herself of such morose thoughts. The dull aching in her crania reminded her that she wasn't completely healed yet. Almond shaped orbs flickered shut and femme willed the pain away. Nasal passages flared, and mind subconsciously sorted through the different scents. The tangy scent of oranges, the fresh, clean scent of snow, the slightly woodsy scent of the trees, and the scent of canine. Destiny glanced around, instantly tense. She quietly slipped up into the nearest trees, dark souls glancing around fervently. Orange red peltage flashed momentarily then dimmed to a simmering red. Femme's tiara moved slightly as her dark orbs scanned the terrain.
Finally she found the cause of the disturbance. Destiny felt a slight shiver race all over her body. He was a tall, muscular male, quite larger then Destiny, who was small for a fox. He was tense, orbs anxiously surveying the scenery before him. Destiny knew she was not quite up to battle, so she started to slip away quietly.
The slender and petite femme knew that battle was not her strongest point, and preferred to use wit and stealth to gain the upper hand in a fight, if she even fought at all. Destiny also knew that she was faster then the brute, so if needed she could make a run for it. She hesitated, one petite pad raised. Fae glanced back, audios perked forwards. She honestly did wonder about him. What if he was light? He didn't seem so dark. He had a light aura about him, but Destiny had been wrong before. She again began to slip away, just a copper shadow.
Destiny's symbol is on her upper, back, right thigh. Destiny prefers her fox form, and only uses her human form when she has to. She's horrified of what she's become, and won't share her ability with anyone.