Post by Fetisha on Dec 18, 2015 9:03:48 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Fetisha
Years RPing: Over ten years O.O... (Off and on of course, boy am I getting old.)
Other: Anything else you want us to know
How You Found Us: Reliquis Add.
General
Name: Fetisha Shirov
Birthday: August 12,2010
Gender: Female
Species: Arctic
Physical
Height: Twenty six inches.
Length: Fifty one inches
Weight: One hundred pounds.
Coat Color: White.
Eye Color: Honey Brown.
Health Issues: Suffers from Schitzophrenia, Blind in right eye.
Other Information: She is missing her right ear down to the base, due to an old fight.
Mental
Mental Stability: Unstable
History: Well, as far as her history goes it's not your basic sob story. She was the wonderful product of rape. Although her mother didn't look at her or her brothers any differently, she never made them feel as though they were not wanted, and from the beginning they had all been convinced that they were conceived out of nothing but love. Well played mom, well played. But you see... No one planned in advanced. No one thought that this little white fluff of fur would soon develop the same sickness as her father. Then again, how was her mother to know... She knew nothing of the brute that forcefully pushed her to the ground, devouring her pride that fateful night. How was she to know her assaulter had been mentally unstable?
As time passed, Fetty and her two brothers grew a little bigger, and as time progressed their mother had begun to learn Fetisha was slightly different from the other two. Sure she was just as active as her other two siblings, but unlike them she seemed to lack sleep. Nap time didn't seem to exist with her, and when she did get to rest they were very few and in between. Not only that but she always seemed to be focusing her attention on an entity that was not visible by the others. That was who she played with, and when she begun to speak she would ignore her brothers and only speak to the unknown. However, no one seemed to bring it to her attention. They just left her be. No questions asked, although their uncertainty shone in their eyes so brightly.
Fetisha never paid them any mind. She seemed content just there by herself with her little 'friend' in the shadows. As time continued to progress, her unknown friend would soon convince her to do things that were unimaginable. The opposite of what her mother had been teaching them.. Now see, mom respected mother nature. She was a firm believer that everything worked in sync. Only kill to fill hunger, and only kill off the older that were already weak so the circle can continue.... But this dark shadow... Oh no, this thing told Fetisha otherwise.. This thing told her to kill when spotted, not just for food but for the thrill alone. Fetisha was able to ignore it for quite some time, but lets face it there would soon come a time where she would give in.
The day she was banished from her little family back was a sad day for her. Never really knowing what she did wrong.. What did she do to serve this? Only a year old and cast aside like a piece a garbage. What had she done that was so wrong? He deserved it! He was the weakest of the four, the runt... He would hold them back, that's what the shadow told her... He would be the reason this small family pack would not progress, he was worthless... But mother did not listen, mother banished her.. And so off she went... Her and shadow. Together. Little did she know that would be her only companion for the next four years. She had tried to fit in with other clans, to join them. But never fully meshed in well with them, and being chased away from others as if she were a plague.
It was then that she came to the edge of the waters. The salty waves licking against the shorelines.. The shadow thing persuading her from behind to jump in.. End it now and let the salty waters take me home. She was right, we didn't belong here. So slowly her legs begun to carry her further into the waters. Although her attempt to die within the fingers of the deep blue where a failure. She had hoped for a shark to come in and devour her whole. Or perhaps a hungry whale mistaking her as a sea lion.. The waves engulfed her, she tried to swallow the waters, but it didn't work. Her bodies natural defenses stopped her from doing so, next thing you know she was being passed around from wave to wave. Hours seemed to have passed before she felt her body clash against the sand... lids jolted up. Where the hell was she?! Where was her 'imaginary friend'... Nothing... Silence... And that my friends was how she landed here... The land of the unknown... Perhaps it was not time for her to meet her fate... yet..
Personality: Fetisha is a mix of things, she is a firm believer that there is no room for weakness. The old and the young do not deserve to survive unless they are capable of defending themselves. And even in those cases she sometimes despises them. She,to be honest, just hates pups she finds them to be a useless specimen even though without them our species would not continue to exist. She finds them to be irritating, and fowl creatures. Now to certain individuals she can be fiercely loyal, although often over steps her boundaries. She lacks a conscience and is horrible at deciphering between right and wrong. When it comes to personal boundaries, she has no respect. Due to her insomnia, in most cases she seems delusional and often talks to herself or her little invisible buddy, despite who may be present. And just recently on occasion she seems to be haunted by yet another voice, this one she can not see.. She believes it belongs to her deceased brother. She also suffers from slight bipolar disorder. One moment being in a mood that seems normal, instantly flipping a switch to angry. Needless to say with all the different personalities she suffers from it tends to be hard to figure her out. She is often unpredictable. And acts without thinking ahead of time. Which does get her into trouble quite often at times. She is also what would be known as a whore, or slut. Commonly feeding her own sensual desires whether it be sexually or with violence.
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