Post by Mercutio on Apr 7, 2010 21:44:42 GMT -5
[/b] afraid of blood, especially her own. When this happens, some extreme fear kicks in and she goes into self defense mode and is kind of spastic/sadistic. hense Why I'm hoping to get her in Dura.hello there, want some candy??
stranger danger!!
- Bink
- where'd you come from? - Parents, PA , Furcadia
-where'd you find us www.silvercoat.proboards.com -is where I saw youhello there, want some candy??
stranger danger!!
Name
Mercutio
Age
1.5 Years
Gender
Female
Pack
None, though I'm hoping to have her in Dura eventually
Rank
n/a
Species
Maned wolf ...hopefullyroses are red, violets are blue
did you really think I would fall for you?
Pelt Color
Reddish brown, more to the reddish side actually. With black staining her shoulder blades, legs, tail, and it also rims her ears. White stains her muzzle, inner ear and tail.
Eye Color
Golden brown
Weight
47 lbs
Height
3.1 ft @ withers
Tail length
1.5 ft (A total estimate)so sweet, so nice, so devious
been a while since you've seen us
Likes
- quiet
- stealth
- Sun
- Snow
- Wind
- hunting
- non-violent situations
Dislikes
- storms
- teething whelps
- lolly-gagging
- Blood
- whispers
- her family
Weaknesses
- Her family
- Thunderstorms
- Porcupines (to eat)
Strengths
- Stealth
- Hunting
Secrets
- She's afraid of her father
- She killed her brothers
- She has memory losswinter's come and gone, the ever lasting ride
but I'll never leave your side
History
I was born to a mother who died. I never knew and, and to this day I am glad of that. Father, who hadn't bothered to look at us other than to smush us against a female who had "lost" her litter just days before, named his three "sons". I, the only female of the group was gifted with the name Mercutio. My elder brother Benvolio and my younger, Romeo. By the time my father had realized his mistake, the name was mine and I wouldn't want anything else.
We were raised as normal as any wolves would be, except with a semi-sadistic father and a mother who wasn't our mother, and basically all of us never spoke to her, other that to use her for warmth or feeding. Once we were weaned we had absolutely nothing to do with her. Once we had reached our first half year, everything changed.
Now, until this point father had been training us in all the regular things, focusing on the things in which we accelled. While, I was the quickest of the group, and most likely would have made a better fighter than either of my brothers with the proper training, but father disagreed. I was forced to practice my hunting skills for a majority of the day, then when my brothers spent several hours hunting, I got a subdued version of their practices.
Father was harder on me, perhaps because he hoped I had been a son, but anyway I brought in more than enough food for the four of us, so he didn't complain <i>too</i> much. However, it wouldn't last for long. On the Eve of our first year he pulled us all aside. Perhaps I should have noticed something up with his behavior over the past days, keeping me in my brother's lessons, making me practice harder, like them, but I had been distracted by the thought of actually having fighting training.
Two days after the first time I had sat to watch the battle training, father told us only one of us could be considered his child, the other two had to be eradicated. I was set against Benvolio first. Now, this is were things are really fuzzy. I remember my older brother wounding me, a large slice across my shoulder, then nothing until he lay dead at my feet, except intense fear. Father was then pushing his body away and I was stumbling around the clearing. Then Romeo was in front of me. It was quicker to happen this time, perhaps because as soon as I stepped into the clearing he lunged toward me, or maybe because I was already frightened beyond belief. Either way the outcome was the same. Things were a blur and then father was laughing and I was running.
It was storming when I stumbled on the beach, falling into the shallows of the high rising water. I don't know how I survived, but I washed up across a medium sized distance away, onto this very island.
(Just so you know. Merc remembers nothing of this except for the death of her mother and the first few months, her brothers being dead - she doesn't remember killing them- and her fright of father. Then being suddenly on this island)
Mother - Unknown [ Deceased]
Father - Diaroth [Status Unknown]
Brother(s) - Benvolio, Romeo [Both Deceased]
Sister - None
Relatives - None that she knows of
A Note about Merc
She is severely
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