more of my characters :D
Sept 14, 2014 1:57:40 GMT -5
Post by xtigerlilly on Sept 14, 2014 1:57:40 GMT -5
So I was pretty bored so I made a few characters 
Also, all of the pictures I use are just images I found on Google search.
Character 1:
Character 2:
Character 3
That's all for now
Also, all of the pictures I use are just images I found on Google search. Character 1:
Name: Kiyo
Gender: female
Personality: Shy, quiet, does not trust others, insecure, jumpy
Pack: Is a loner
Eye color: amber
Coat: golden-brown with a few black highlights
bio: Kiyo wasn't always the skid-dish wolf she is now, in fact, when she was a pup, Kiyo was the liveliest of her liter. She was born in a pack called Solar Wind. She had 2 sisters and 1 brother. Kiyo learnt about the law of the wild and explored just as normal pups always do. She was closest to her brother, Yiva. They trusted each other with their lives, and never doubted the loyalty to one another. As Kiyo grew up, she started hunting and traveling with the rest of her pack. Kiyo began to grow into a lean, agile wolf, and Yiva grew bold and powerful. But Kiyo's perfect life suddenly changed on one fateful day. One of the two siblings were very close to becoming pack leader (as the previous leader was growing old) and they both knew that only one would become leader. Kiyo accepted this with ease. She would be happy if her brother made it to leader, but Yiva was power hungry, and would not let Kiyo stand in his way of the throne. That night, Yiva saw his chance while Kiyo slept soundly. (switching perspectives for more detail XD) He quietly woke her up and whispered, "I need to talk to you tonight." "Alright. I will be there." Kiyo naturally responded. The two normally would sneak of to the river and talk when an issue occurred. Kiyo trusted her brother, and did not believe that he would harm her. T hat night, they met at the river bank as usual. Yiva casually approached Kiyo, and she did the same. Kiyo barked, "Whats up?" "Time to die Kiyo!" Yiva growled as he leaped onto Kiyo. Surprise filled Kiyo at her brother's sudden attack. She struggled on the wet rocks as Yiva lunged at her throat. His sharp fangs tore Kiyo's flesh, but they just missed the blood vessel that stores the precious life blood. She howled in pain and made her best effort to kick Yiva off. He looked at the raging water just below Kiyo, and viciously knocked her into the surging current. The next thing she knew, Kiyo banged her head on a rock and blacked out. She woke up in an unfamiliar forest. From that day until she died, Kiyo would never trust any wolf again, and live her life as a loner.
Pictures:
Gender: female
Personality: Shy, quiet, does not trust others, insecure, jumpy
Pack: Is a loner
Eye color: amber
Coat: golden-brown with a few black highlights
bio: Kiyo wasn't always the skid-dish wolf she is now, in fact, when she was a pup, Kiyo was the liveliest of her liter. She was born in a pack called Solar Wind. She had 2 sisters and 1 brother. Kiyo learnt about the law of the wild and explored just as normal pups always do. She was closest to her brother, Yiva. They trusted each other with their lives, and never doubted the loyalty to one another. As Kiyo grew up, she started hunting and traveling with the rest of her pack. Kiyo began to grow into a lean, agile wolf, and Yiva grew bold and powerful. But Kiyo's perfect life suddenly changed on one fateful day. One of the two siblings were very close to becoming pack leader (as the previous leader was growing old) and they both knew that only one would become leader. Kiyo accepted this with ease. She would be happy if her brother made it to leader, but Yiva was power hungry, and would not let Kiyo stand in his way of the throne. That night, Yiva saw his chance while Kiyo slept soundly. (switching perspectives for more detail XD) He quietly woke her up and whispered, "I need to talk to you tonight." "Alright. I will be there." Kiyo naturally responded. The two normally would sneak of to the river and talk when an issue occurred. Kiyo trusted her brother, and did not believe that he would harm her. T hat night, they met at the river bank as usual. Yiva casually approached Kiyo, and she did the same. Kiyo barked, "Whats up?" "Time to die Kiyo!" Yiva growled as he leaped onto Kiyo. Surprise filled Kiyo at her brother's sudden attack. She struggled on the wet rocks as Yiva lunged at her throat. His sharp fangs tore Kiyo's flesh, but they just missed the blood vessel that stores the precious life blood. She howled in pain and made her best effort to kick Yiva off. He looked at the raging water just below Kiyo, and viciously knocked her into the surging current. The next thing she knew, Kiyo banged her head on a rock and blacked out. She woke up in an unfamiliar forest. From that day until she died, Kiyo would never trust any wolf again, and live her life as a loner.
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Character 2:
Name: Silverflame (swapped names with my main character, sorry for the confusion.)
Gender: female
Personality: Strong, graceful, brave, sometimes aggressive, stubborn
Pack: loner
eye color: brown
coat: pure white
Bio: Silverflame loves snow, and would sit outside for hours watching snowflakes when she was a pup. Her pack nicknamed her Snowy Warrior because of her odd behavior. She lived in a pack called Sunrise. I will tell you why Silverflame loves the snow.
Silverflame shivered beside her mother. The days had grown cold and food had been scarce. She was the only pup of her liter that was alive, and her mother protected the pup with her life. Silverflame curled up around her mother and drifted to sleep. Suddenly, Silverflame woke with a start to find herself in an unknown forest. "Mom!" she howled, but no one replied. She began to panic. She sprinted in one direction, hoping to find her mother. Suddenly, her paws were no longer on solid ground, but flailing helplessly in the frosty air. Silverflame let out a terrified yelp as she plummeted to the ground. It would have been the end of her (or at least she thought) but instead a soft blanket of white broke her fall. She watched as beautiful white flakes filled the air around her, seemingly dancing in the sky. This was new to her, as she had never seen snow before. Silverflame jumped at these strange objects. Suddenly she felt something jab her side, and she instantly awoke from this dreamland. Her mother pointed her mussel toward the mouth of the cave, "Look Silverflame! Snow!" Silverflame followed her mothers gaze, and saw the beautiful white things floating gently to the frosty earth. "Snow is a beautiful thing." her mother continued, "But it can be powerful, and deadly when it has to be." Silverflame remembered these flakes from her dream. Her mothers words echoed in her mind. "I want to be like snow." Silverflame barked. Her mother nuzzled and licked her, "Okay my little snowy warrior. You can explore the world for yourself later, but for now, lets sit and enjoy the snow."
Pictures:
Gender: female
Personality: Strong, graceful, brave, sometimes aggressive, stubborn
Pack: loner
eye color: brown
coat: pure white
Bio: Silverflame loves snow, and would sit outside for hours watching snowflakes when she was a pup. Her pack nicknamed her Snowy Warrior because of her odd behavior. She lived in a pack called Sunrise. I will tell you why Silverflame loves the snow.
Silverflame shivered beside her mother. The days had grown cold and food had been scarce. She was the only pup of her liter that was alive, and her mother protected the pup with her life. Silverflame curled up around her mother and drifted to sleep. Suddenly, Silverflame woke with a start to find herself in an unknown forest. "Mom!" she howled, but no one replied. She began to panic. She sprinted in one direction, hoping to find her mother. Suddenly, her paws were no longer on solid ground, but flailing helplessly in the frosty air. Silverflame let out a terrified yelp as she plummeted to the ground. It would have been the end of her (or at least she thought) but instead a soft blanket of white broke her fall. She watched as beautiful white flakes filled the air around her, seemingly dancing in the sky. This was new to her, as she had never seen snow before. Silverflame jumped at these strange objects. Suddenly she felt something jab her side, and she instantly awoke from this dreamland. Her mother pointed her mussel toward the mouth of the cave, "Look Silverflame! Snow!" Silverflame followed her mothers gaze, and saw the beautiful white things floating gently to the frosty earth. "Snow is a beautiful thing." her mother continued, "But it can be powerful, and deadly when it has to be." Silverflame remembered these flakes from her dream. Her mothers words echoed in her mind. "I want to be like snow." Silverflame barked. Her mother nuzzled and licked her, "Okay my little snowy warrior. You can explore the world for yourself later, but for now, lets sit and enjoy the snow."
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Character 3
Name: Marika
Gender: Female
Personality: Marika is a fearless yet unsocial wolf. She is extremely serious, up to the point that she shows almost no emotions. Other wolves might say that, "... She never talks to any one, never questions anything, and NEVER shows any feelings at all." Marika might be the extremely serious one on the outside, but inside she is a ball of life. She has yet to find the one who can break open her tough emotional shield and make her feel happy. Because of Marika's personality, she has no trouble fighting for her pack and standing up to anything that might seem scary.
Pack: unknown
Age: 4 years
Eye color: Brown
Coat: Black with white socks, muzzle, tail, a few body markings, and ears.
Bio: Markia nibbled on the hare she had previously caught. She pricked her ears as two fellow pack members gossiped in the distance. A wolf called Bell was whispering to a male called storm. "What is up with that Markia girl?" Bell smirked and continued, "She is so boring." Storm nodded in agreement, Markia blocked out the rest of their conversation. Gossip about her was a normal thing around the camp these days. Markia was simply doing what she always did. She shut herself out from the world, and she was so experienced at it that she was able to control any slight body movement or expression that would give away her feelings. No one understood her, and no one ever would. Markia kept her true self hidden so that no wolf would hurt, care, or approach her. She despised all who tried to help her, and she would do any task alone if she had a choice. The truth was, Markia did not choose to be this way, but she was simply raised this way. Markia gazed on the distant forest and mountains. Determination flowed through her, but her body revealed nothing as her eyes scanned the treetops. Markia had been thinking of leaving her pack for awhile now, and she decided that it was time to go. Tonight I will leave while they are all asleep, and I will be able to roam free! She thought happily and continued to look upon the world.
Pictures:
Gender: Female
Personality: Marika is a fearless yet unsocial wolf. She is extremely serious, up to the point that she shows almost no emotions. Other wolves might say that, "... She never talks to any one, never questions anything, and NEVER shows any feelings at all." Marika might be the extremely serious one on the outside, but inside she is a ball of life. She has yet to find the one who can break open her tough emotional shield and make her feel happy. Because of Marika's personality, she has no trouble fighting for her pack and standing up to anything that might seem scary.
Pack: unknown
Age: 4 years
Eye color: Brown
Coat: Black with white socks, muzzle, tail, a few body markings, and ears.
Bio: Markia nibbled on the hare she had previously caught. She pricked her ears as two fellow pack members gossiped in the distance. A wolf called Bell was whispering to a male called storm. "What is up with that Markia girl?" Bell smirked and continued, "She is so boring." Storm nodded in agreement, Markia blocked out the rest of their conversation. Gossip about her was a normal thing around the camp these days. Markia was simply doing what she always did. She shut herself out from the world, and she was so experienced at it that she was able to control any slight body movement or expression that would give away her feelings. No one understood her, and no one ever would. Markia kept her true self hidden so that no wolf would hurt, care, or approach her. She despised all who tried to help her, and she would do any task alone if she had a choice. The truth was, Markia did not choose to be this way, but she was simply raised this way. Markia gazed on the distant forest and mountains. Determination flowed through her, but her body revealed nothing as her eyes scanned the treetops. Markia had been thinking of leaving her pack for awhile now, and she decided that it was time to go. Tonight I will leave while they are all asleep, and I will be able to roam free! She thought happily and continued to look upon the world.
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That's all for now
This inspires me to make a thread of my characters too.