Post by Rena DeVito on Nov 24, 2008 22:35:24 GMT -5
Name: Taavi Sandova
Age: 17 (human) years
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Guild: -----
Shapeshift Form: Fox
Appearance:
Age: 17 (human) years
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Guild: -----
Shapeshift Form: Fox
Appearance:
Human Appearance:Personality:
Picture:
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(Picture is basically the same only the eyes are shaped more feminine and skin is a darker shade.)
Taavi has deep, rich, raven black locks that love to cascade over her slender shoulders. A ebony ribbon pulls most of it back, though small strands always manage to fall in front of Taavi's face.
Almond shapped eyes have a ebonite glare that can either pierce your heart, or an adorable glance that could melt it. Her face is well chiseled, showing high cheek bones and full lips. Lips are naturally a shade between dark brown and dark burgundy. Skin is a dark cream shading, showing Asian ancestry. Taavi's mark is located above her right eye, which is well hidden by her bangs.
Taavi's slender figure is found very attractive by most. She is petite and delicate looking. Although she may look very delicate, she is a lot stronger then what you would think. Well toned muscles have the tendency to ripple beneath her silky skin. Taavi's waist is tiny, almost frightening so. But Taavi's hips are a good width, attractive, but not overly large. The reason Taavi is so tiny is because she was malnourished when she was young. Taavi's legs are long and slender, trailing a path down to small feet, typical for her family. Since Taavi was extremely malnourished when she was a child, she is very small. She stands at about 4' 11". Even though she's small, it just adds to how elegantly delicate she looks. She is perfectly proportioned for her size.
Clothes:
Picture: i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb295/MewKagome/Anime/Cute_Girl.jpg
The dress goes to just above her knees, and she's wearing raven boots that reach to her knees.
Fox Appearance:
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 11 inches high(Average height for Red Foxes is 15 inches). 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.
Taavi's past tends to make her suspicious of strangers, especially men. She's hard to get close to, and until you know her better, she'll be very reserved and 'uptight.'History:
Once you've managed to weasel your way into her heart, she's a fairly open honest person. She'll tell you most anything about her life, but she will, of course, leave out the gruesome details such as murder, the horrid foster homes, and the eccentric doctor that messed with her DNA.
ARG! Nu MUSE! -dies- I'll come back and fix it later when I actually have muse to do so!!
Taavi lived in a large family. There were five of them. Taavi had two younger brothers, and two younger sisters. She was supposed to be the oldest, and most mature, which she was. But there was something else.Sample:
Like most children, she had had a wonderful mother. Her mom was sweet, kind, loving, caring, and anything else that you think a good mother should have. Taavi's mom had it. Taavi's life as a child would have been a very happy one if it hadn't been for one thing.
Her father.
Taavi's dad was a very violent man. Often times he would come home drunk and beat Taavi and the rest of her family because they said 'Good Morning' to him. And if they didn't he accused them of not respecting him, so he beat them anyways.
Mr. Sandova couldn't hold a job, so at age ten, Taavi went to work for a shoe maker as an apprentice. But all she wanted to do was to have her family free. Her mother was old while she was young, tired when she should have been vibrant, and unhealthy in what should have been the prime of her life. Taavi wanted more then anything to be able to make her mother and siblings happy.
One day, when Taavi was fourteen, she came home from work to find her father standing over her mother with a broken bottle. Taavi's youngest sibling was huddled in a corner and with some gentle prompting from Taavi she learned that Mr. Sandova had killed his wife in a fit of rage. The oldest son had run to get the police when Mr. Sandova had hit Taavi's mom over the head with the beer bottle. The raging man was about to attack his children when the police arrived and restrained him. He was soon tried and found guilty of murder.
With their mother dead, and their father in prison, Taavi and her siblings had no where to go. And no one wanted five children! So soon they were split up. Taavi lost track of all of her siblings.
Taavi was sent from foster home, to foster home. None of them were ever truely her home. Either the people viewed her as a maid to work, or they were just plain too sweet for Taavi to trust them. Eventually she ended up in a home of a rather eccentric doctor and his wife. One day when she was sick, he gave her a shot, claiming it was filled with medicine. Instead, it had some sort of weird mixture that messed up her DNA, and her human DNA fused with fox DNA, giving her the ability to shape shift into a fox. Soon after that, Taavi escaped from the foster care system, and she's been living on her own for about two years now. She has never stopped searching for her lost brothers and sisters.
To this day Taavi is still reserved, because emotional scars on her heart have not healed. She is frightened of men because it was a man that killed her dear, sweet mother.
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.
((Sample post from another forum))
Taavi tends to have a knack for finding great hiding places. That came from learning to hide from her father for so many years. She also has finely tuned hearing that came from the strange game of cat and mouse her father and her always 'played.'