Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2014 22:41:49 GMT -5
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Name: Sage
Years RPing: 12
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General
Name: Datura (day-tur-uh)
Birthday: July 7, 2011
Gender: Female
Species: Mexican wolf
Physical
Height: 28 inches
Length: 55 inches
Weight: 74 pounds
Coat Color: Her coat is primarily a dark shade of cream, with mottled patches of varying shades of brown covering the length of her form. Her back, forehead, and ears are the darkest parts of her pelt, nearly black. Her muzzle and throat is a pale off-white hue.
Eye Color: Golden brown
Health Issues: None
Other Information: Ever vigilant and aware, Datura’s ears are always pricked forward, her paws always ready to dash away and carry her to safety, if need be.
Mental
Mental Stability: Unstable (bordering on insane)
History: Harshness has been a reality for Datura since the day she was born. She was born to a pair of Mexican gray wolves that had been removed from their natural environment generations before. Her parents had been bred at a zoo, as had their parents before them, for more generations than the wolves could recall. Their entire lives were spent on concrete, behind chain-linked fences, subjected to the taunts and calls of humans. Their human masters fed them, but the wolves were resentful. The old taught the young to never trust the humans.
Datura was not born in captivity, however. As fate would have it, a massive fire destroyed the enclosure at the zoo that had housed the enslaved wolves, and most of the captive pack found a way out, a way to escape into the wilderness. These animals had never been free before, had never experienced the wild. They no longer had humans nearby to feed them. The comfortable life they had known was far behind them, and the newly escaped pack was joyful, in spite the troubles that followed them.
Without a territory, without a destination in mind, Datura’s litter was born to the male and female who had taken the dominant role in the pack. There were five in the litter – an unusually large size for their species, but the majority were not destined to survive for long. Within a month, two of the young wolf pups had already died. The constant travel and the inconsistency of food proved to be difficult for the entire pack, and the little ones were the most impacted by this scarcity. The adults were more interested in keeping themselves alive, so the pups had to fend for themselves when it came their turn to feast from a kill. There wouldn’t be much flesh left after the adults had their fill, so the surviving three pups had to fight amongst themselves. The biggest pup usually fared the best in these brawls, and the biggest was Datura. Since she ate the most, she grew the fastest, and her aggressive nature helped her to stand out among the young wolves in the pack. Another sibling was lost, leaving only Datura and one sister as they reached adolescence.
When it came time to learn how to hunt, Datura was ready. From a distance, she had been observing the adults, watching closely as they stalked their prey. The young female felt immensely proud to watch her mother and father as they led the rag-tag collection of former zoo animals. Sometimes, it was very hard. Sometimes, the wolves had no choice but to wander closer to the human settlements. They still despised their two-legged enemies, but their cattle were much easier to catch than the other prey that lurked about the savannah.
Perhaps it was kismet. Maybe it was just bad luck. One fateful day just before reaching full sexual maturity, Datura became lost from her pack during a hunt. This was highly unusual – she had a keen eye and her ears were always alert, so even she wasn’t sure how it happened. Datura tracked the pack’s scent in an attempt to locate her kin, but with every step, the wolf became more nervous. There was a strange electricity in the air, an ominous feeling despite the cloudless afternoon. Then, in the distance, she saw their forms in the swaying golden grass. At first, it appeared as if they were all eating, but as she approached, Datura realized that something was terribly wrong. She reached her mother first. The elder female’s eyes were wide, glassy, bulging in their sockets. Foam was dripping down her open maw.
Horrified, the young wolf’s eyes darted to each of the fallen forms that littered the ground. No one moved. Her father, once so powerful and commanding, was still as stone. She saw one of the human’s domesticated animals laying there, torn open – it had been a trap, laced with poison. Her entire pack was dead. Now, she was truly alone.
Alone and frightened, Datura fled, pledging silently to never go near another human, no matter how desperate she became. But desperation is a funny thing – Instead of crumbling and falling apart, Datura became more determined than ever to survive. She avoided others at all costs, unless she was hunting. She hunted alone, using the stealth she had been taught to sneak up on her meals before they had any clue she was even there. Quickly, she learned that silence was her best asset, and sneaking through the shadows was the best way to make a difficult situation more livable.
Living solitary, her dark memories haunted the wolf both day and night. She was plagued by terrible nightmares, cursed to see her dead family every time she closed her eyes. She began to experiment with the herbs she found growing to see if they would offer sustenance. Some made her deathly ill, while others helped her aching muscles after a long day of hunting. Months passed, and Datura was constantly on the run. She never had a chance to stop and rest. It seemed humans were always a step behind.
One day, she wandered across a body of water bigger than anything she had ever encountered. Amazed, Datura approached the surf, the taste of salt on her lulling tongue, the sand warm beneath her paws. Then, an unwelcomed, dreaded sound caught her attention over the roar of ocean waves: the sound of humans.
She had no choice but to go into the water. It was her only hope. The humans were coming from all sides, talking excitedly, talking about her, she was certain of it. Datura knew she would rather die than be captured, forced to live in captivity as her parents had been, or killed. Both options were unacceptable. The wolf paddled away from the shore, away from the mainland and the people there, assuming she would simply drown when her strength gave out.
Instead, she found an island...
Personality: Originally one of many, Datura learned at a young age that in order to succeed in life, one must stand out. She watched siblings and other young pups perish from want of food, and Datura was determined never to go hungry, even if it meant deprivation to one of the others. Within her natal pack, young Datura was known for her assertive nature. Her personality seemed only natural, given her status as daughter of the alpha pair, and she was never punished for her selfishness. If it meant living or dying, could it really be considered greed? Her pack was loyal to one another, but it was a matter of survival, and if necessary, they would harm one of their own.
Secretive, clever, and cautious: Datura finds it nearly impossible to trust anyone or anything. She knows that she must rely on her own wits and strength in order to live another day, and she will do absolutely anything that is necessary to aid her own situation. Despite her antisocial tendencies, Datura would be a good addition to a pack – if they can win her over. She is an excellent hunter and a fierce fighter, when necessary. She looks down on those she perceives as weak, for Datura knows the truth about life: it is not meant to be easy or fair, nor is it meant to be long. Take what you can get, while you can get it. That sums up Datura’s attitude currently. Her intelligence and will have kept her alive this long.
She is a wolf haunted by her past. The tremendous losses keep Datura lingering on the brink of madness. Her tendency to be quiet can be unnerving to others. Her bright gold eyes have an eerie quality to them. She can also be unpredictable. One can never be quite sure if Datura will simply walk away, or if she will attack.
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