Post by Arista~LongStream on Apr 16, 2010 13:01:34 GMT -7
They come as a pair, I hope that's ok(And the Example might be a bit PG-13)
Name:: Ciloka(SEE-Low-kah) and Midwinter Moone
Gender:: Ciloka is Female, Midwinter is Male
Age:: Ciloka is 16 Human Years(Forty Seasons)Midwinter is about 6-7 months old
Species:: Foxes
Appearance:: Ciloka, like most of her kind, sports a fine rusty red coat, with a cream under side. On all four of her paws are dark grey 'socks' halfway up her arms and legs. Over her softly curved body is more or less what can be considered gypsy attire. Her headfur has grown and turns form rusty orange to strawberry red depending on the seasons. Midwinter is an albino, and has the classic red eyes and pink nose. His fur is, of course, white. Nevertheless, his round, happy face is adorable, and he never stops getting attention. He wears a small blue tunic sometimes, with a makeshift cloth 'diaper' about his round bottom.
Personality:: Young Ciloka is wise beyond her years. Blessed with a good heart, she is kind and considerate of others and their feelings. This vixen is mature, and strong willed, but none too confident in herself. She is usually reserved and soft spoken. This is not so around her little son, with whom she spends a good amount of time with. She is the ideal mother, and loves children.
Midwinter is his mother's opposite. He is playful, easily excitable and LOUD. He coos and gurgles happily all day long, and it takes an awful lot to make him cry.
History:: Ciloka was born to two very good con artists. They were cruel, and did not really care much for their daughter. This changed, however, when they passed through the Lord Crimsonfang's grounds. The guards took one look at Ciloka, and her parents bartered her away as a bride to a malebeast who was about 50 years old(200 Seasons). Once at the army campgrounds, she was wed to Crimsonfang and forcefully impregnated several days later. Almost full term, Ciloka had a dream vision of Midwinter. Knowing many creatures took being an albino as a flaw, and knowing her husband wanted nothing less than perfection(she had seen perfectly good beasts, good fighters executed by the Lord because of some imperfection), she ran from the camp grounds with no aid. All she had relied on was her speed and her intelligence. The Lord found out quickly, and so sent guards after her. She gave birht in an abandoned den two days later to Midwinter, about halfway to Redwall Abbey, where her parents were heading to con the goodbeasts into unfair trade. She still runs, praying that the Lord Crimsonfang's soldiers don't find her and her 'imperfect' son.
Roleplay Example:: Ciloka panted, holding her sleeping son close. She had been given cloth form a very kind old hedgehog wife, and fashioned a sling about her shoulder, to keep her little kit safe and sound in. The babe now had access to her if he needed to nurse. Ciloka's thoughts drifted from happy and frightened. Crimsonfang would not tolerate failure, and so she believed those soldiers were still following. She sighed shakily, and held Midwinter tighter, waking him from a soft nap. The little one began to whimepr and cry softly, tired and hungry all at once. The young vixen smiled, hushing him in a singsong voice.
"Hush now, my sweet one, hush," she murmured with a sweet smile, letting her top down to allow her infant to nurse. This, he did gladly! The young mother looked out to the setting sun, and saw the stars within the pinkish glow. Ciloka sighed and closed her eyes lightly. The den she had found was a perfect hiding place for tonight; cozy, small, and hidden from view. Slowly, the vixen half drifted off, and half kept herself awake as her babe suckled in the quiet of the dusky sun.
Code Words:: Strawberry Cordial
Other:: N/A
Name:: Ciloka(SEE-Low-kah) and Midwinter Moone
Gender:: Ciloka is Female, Midwinter is Male
Age:: Ciloka is 16 Human Years(Forty Seasons)Midwinter is about 6-7 months old
Species:: Foxes
Appearance:: Ciloka, like most of her kind, sports a fine rusty red coat, with a cream under side. On all four of her paws are dark grey 'socks' halfway up her arms and legs. Over her softly curved body is more or less what can be considered gypsy attire. Her headfur has grown and turns form rusty orange to strawberry red depending on the seasons. Midwinter is an albino, and has the classic red eyes and pink nose. His fur is, of course, white. Nevertheless, his round, happy face is adorable, and he never stops getting attention. He wears a small blue tunic sometimes, with a makeshift cloth 'diaper' about his round bottom.
Personality:: Young Ciloka is wise beyond her years. Blessed with a good heart, she is kind and considerate of others and their feelings. This vixen is mature, and strong willed, but none too confident in herself. She is usually reserved and soft spoken. This is not so around her little son, with whom she spends a good amount of time with. She is the ideal mother, and loves children.
Midwinter is his mother's opposite. He is playful, easily excitable and LOUD. He coos and gurgles happily all day long, and it takes an awful lot to make him cry.
History:: Ciloka was born to two very good con artists. They were cruel, and did not really care much for their daughter. This changed, however, when they passed through the Lord Crimsonfang's grounds. The guards took one look at Ciloka, and her parents bartered her away as a bride to a malebeast who was about 50 years old(200 Seasons). Once at the army campgrounds, she was wed to Crimsonfang and forcefully impregnated several days later. Almost full term, Ciloka had a dream vision of Midwinter. Knowing many creatures took being an albino as a flaw, and knowing her husband wanted nothing less than perfection(she had seen perfectly good beasts, good fighters executed by the Lord because of some imperfection), she ran from the camp grounds with no aid. All she had relied on was her speed and her intelligence. The Lord found out quickly, and so sent guards after her. She gave birht in an abandoned den two days later to Midwinter, about halfway to Redwall Abbey, where her parents were heading to con the goodbeasts into unfair trade. She still runs, praying that the Lord Crimsonfang's soldiers don't find her and her 'imperfect' son.
Roleplay Example:: Ciloka panted, holding her sleeping son close. She had been given cloth form a very kind old hedgehog wife, and fashioned a sling about her shoulder, to keep her little kit safe and sound in. The babe now had access to her if he needed to nurse. Ciloka's thoughts drifted from happy and frightened. Crimsonfang would not tolerate failure, and so she believed those soldiers were still following. She sighed shakily, and held Midwinter tighter, waking him from a soft nap. The little one began to whimepr and cry softly, tired and hungry all at once. The young vixen smiled, hushing him in a singsong voice.
"Hush now, my sweet one, hush," she murmured with a sweet smile, letting her top down to allow her infant to nurse. This, he did gladly! The young mother looked out to the setting sun, and saw the stars within the pinkish glow. Ciloka sighed and closed her eyes lightly. The den she had found was a perfect hiding place for tonight; cozy, small, and hidden from view. Slowly, the vixen half drifted off, and half kept herself awake as her babe suckled in the quiet of the dusky sun.
Code Words:: Strawberry Cordial
Other:: N/A