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 Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 3:08 pm
Updates(for mods to find stuff easier?):: -January 14th: Added certed image of the pair, added info about organ playing and Solara's music of choice.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 3:12 pm
 The Human:
Name: Solara Brighthart
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Patrol: New Eve
Rank: Private
Appearance: Solara is at 4 feet and 6 inches tall-or rather short-, completing her absurd childish look. She has blond pigtails that reach her shoulder, with blood red streaks. Solara has golden eyes that have a playful spark in them. She wears earrings; the right one depicts a sun, and the left one is a crescent moon with a four-pointed star in the middle. With her extremely clean New Eve outfit, wrinkle free, and with her mud-free boots (of course, unless she has just been in the field), Solara APPEARS to be the child that everyone wants.
Personality: Solara is distant. She tends to miss what people say to her as she stares out the window, into the trees and fields, or when she’s staring at the corner of the room, mind wandering. Even when she does reply, her voice has a cold, far off tone like she isn’t even paying attention to what she is saying. Plus, it usually is a short answer or an answer that is hard to make sense of. She seems to be the most focused during battle. Extremely skilled with a firearm, Solara loves any training exercise that includes shooting, like paintball. Solara is always plotting and thinking. It can be something small, or something huge, like the Christmas party she planned to have one year…until the decorations failed to arrive at her barrack door. Solara hates failure, and that can be easily seen after she found out why the decorations didn’t arrive. She and Moonsong cursed the poor delivery guy, and by the time he was conscious again and in the city, healing from the many wounds that the duo had inflicted on him. Of course, the human and wolf had been punished for doing this (the fort did not receive any packages or mail for quite a while), but deep inside, Solara felt great.
Solara also plays organ. She loves the grand sound it makes and she has a mini one in her barrack, to the left corner away from the door. Her choice of music would be classical and music found in horror movies, such as Phantom of the Opera.
History: Solara was the daughter of a rich seamstress and her husband. Her mother had taught her all there was to the job, which she was supposed to continue when the time came. So how did Solara become a recruit at the Academy, her future set to becoming a wolfrider? Well one day, when Solara was 5, she was walking by a group of young boys, around the same age. They were teasing her for being girly, how she could never be as great a seamstress as her mother, so why should she try? That night, Solara thought about it. It was true. No matter how hard she tried, her patterns were always messed up, blood on the cloth from pricking herself with the needle too many times. The following day, she went back to where the boys were, who were, at the time, playing baseball. She joined the game, as there were other girls; fewer, but there were several, also playing. She took on the position of pitcher and that was how she learned and loved projectiles and other far-ranged related weapons. When, several years later, Solara was told about the recruitment for the Academy, she ran away from home.
Those I plot with:
=Moonsong, my dear wolf of course!
=[others to be added as they come]
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 3:15 pm
 The Wolf:
Name: Moonsong
Gender: Female
Age: 3
Pack: New Eve
Rank: Gamma
Appearance: At three years old, Moonsong is at the average height of most wolves her age (luckily for Solara or else she would need a footstool to get up x3). She has dark, black fur that is excellent for blending in with the night (hence the name), but not so great for in the snow. On her pelt are blue, silver, and gold markings, representing the sky, the moon, and the stars. She has emerald green eyes that seem to pierce your soul, and a cloud shaped earring. She also has a silver scarf.
Personality: More “on Earth” than her dear rider, Moonsong is the one who plots with Solara, and the one who has the people….err more like wolf skills. She is able to be quite persuasive when she wants to be, and is the one who should do most of the talking for the wolf and rider pair. Sadly, Moonsong is not able to communicate with the other humans, and her skills go to waste if Solara does not say what Moonsong tell her to say to the people. Her voice has a soft, silky, and persuading quality to it, and she uses it to her advantage. She kind of has a moto to it, “No word is said without meaning, and no action is done without being meant to be done.” Each possible outcome is thoroughly thought through, although a lot of things usually don’t go according to plan. Moonsong is very patient, or at least she appears to be. She also has a really watchful eye. When in battle, you can’t make a movement without Moonsong seeing you or hearing you. Moonsong is also quite outdoorsy. She drags her rider out whenever they have spare time to look at the clouds or to nap in the forest.
History: Moonsong spent her puphood in the cave where she and her siblings were born. One night, she was staring out the cave entrance because she couldn’t sleep, wondering what those little lights were in the sky. She snuck out that same night, down the cave, no one noticing she was gone because of her dark fur and because they were asleep. She spent most of the night staring at the bright dots, the moon, and the dark, night skies, then at the rising sun, peeking from behind the clouds. When her parents and siblings noticed that Moonsong was gone, and when they found her, she was sleeping high up on one of the branches in a large tree. She got her name from sneaking out every month when the moon was full, to stare and howl softly at the full moon.
Those I've Known:
=Solara, my rider.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 5:24 pm
Past Rp's:
=None
Current Rp's
=None
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