Post by Karahkwa on Feb 23, 2016 15:48:19 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Skye
Years RPing: About 2 years, I don't remember exactly
Other: I haven't RP'd in about 10 years; but don't worry, I started RP'ing when I was 10 so I'm not all that old yet!
How You Found Us: Top 50 Wolf RPG
General
Name: Karahkwa
Birthday: February 2, 2014
Gender: Female
Species: Grey
Physical
Height: 27 inches
Length: 46 inches
Weight: 74 pounds
Coat Color: Grey
Eye Color: Yellow
Health Issues: None
Other Information: None
Mental
Mental Stability: Very unstable
History: Karahkwa was born in a litter of three to a small pack in Northern Ontario. Her mother, petite like Karah, had a difficult birth and did not survive long after the pups were born. Due to this, Karah and her siblings were raised by their aunt, as she was nursing a litter already. Their aunt did not respond kindly to being forced upon these new mouths to feed, however. She spared as little milk as possible, resulting in Karah's brother and sister dying after only a couple of weeks. Karah, though small, had made up for her size with determination and a fierce will. She had consistently shoved her siblings out of the way so that she could get the best teats. She was too young to truly understand what her actions had done to her siblings.
When Karah was 11 weeks old, she and the other pups in her aunt's litter were out of their den exploring when she spotted a rabbit in the brush. Letting her instincts take control, she carefully stalked the small animal and swiftly killed it. The rabbit was the same size as she was. Dragging the body proudly back to her adoptive littermates, she deposited it at her aunt's feet. Her aunt, bitter that Karah had accomplished such a feat before any of the other pups, snapped "The other pups may not be hunters yet, but at least they're not killers." Karah was confused; her aunt explained what she had done to her brother and sister two months ago. Explained that Karah was a killer.
Tormented with these newfound thoughts, Karah retreated deep into the forest. She spent almost two years there, alone, convinced that she could not be trusted to be with other wolves; after all, she was a killer, was she not? Her natural hunting skills proved invaluable as she raised herself along. The loneliness was almost unbearable, however, and she began to hear voices in her head. You're a killer; you can never be around others. Ever. You're doomed to live your life alone.
Despite these voices, however, Karah longed companionship. So went she was woken one morning by the eager bays of three wolfhounds, she was so overcome with joy to see another animal similar to her that she ignored the voices in her head and bounded over to them. She was not greeted in kind. They pinned down her small body and began to tear into her before they were called off by their humans, who threw a noose around Karah's neck and shoved her into a small metal cage in the back of their ATV.
Of course, Karah could not understand the human language, so she was unaware that she was to be flown to Africa to be one of the foundation bitches of a new wolfdog breeding program. Her plane was almost to Africa when it malfunctioned and began to fall towards the sea. It crashed into the waters right beside Anikira. Every passenger on the plane perished except for Anikira. On impact, her cage broke and she slipped through one of the plane's broken windows. She paddled through the winter until the reached the shores of Anikira.
And thus, the rest of her story begins.
Personality: As mentioned in her history, Karah is desperately lonely but tormented by the voices in her head. She longs to bond with another wolf; she has never had the chance to experience this, as she never bonded with her aunt, who also never let her bond with the other pups in the litter either. Karah is a superb hunter, even though she is so small. But even though she loves the thrill of the hunt, she also has a strong maternal instinct. She would never kill baby animals that she found even though they would've made such easy killings.
Karah has not had much of a chance to develop her personality since she has spent most of her life alone. She spends much of her free time battling with the voices in her head and wondering who she really is? Am I really a killer? I can't be...I don't even remember anything about my siblings. But I killed them, so I must be a killer... She often feels like the voices are too much for her to handle and sometimes resorts to digging as an outlet. She scratches large holes into the ground as a release for her anguish. As a result, her nails are very short and blunt.
Karah sometimes wonders if the voices in her head would disappear if she simply had a companion. However, the risk of this, in Karah's mind, is too great.
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