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 Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 4:17 pm
 Silence hurts the most,
When you feel so close
But so far away, under darkened skies
That never seem to brighten
For the light of day.
A place mostly for me to collect my thoughts and build onto characters, after all, I have a terrible memory and I would most likely forget all of this if I didn't. If you want to roleplay or plot, I'm always up for something, though more in depth plot lines or mating will probably be iffy. Anything mediocre or just-for-fun is always available. Contact me via PM, preferably, or on AIM by khirakura, but please do not post here.
i ›› ................... Introduction
ii ›› ................... Kalisyr♀wolf
Kalisyr: She has absolutely no idea at this time what she wishes to do for sure. Maybe a pack, maybe a fling with some broken hearts, maybe not. A close friend or three would be vastly appreciated.
i ›› Lineart © Reivan
ii ›› Shaolin Wolves Concept © JadeEye
iii ›› Graphics, Text, Characters, Lyrics © Lethean Wolf
iv ›› Original images before GFX formatting © Respectable Photographers
But that's okay, because you'll escape
From the pain of solstice.
And beyond where it floats,
A new life waits, on feathers of grey.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 4:20 pm
Pronounce: (kahl-ES-sear)
Name Origin: Spear of exalted strength.
Nicknames: Anything but Kali, such as Syri.
Gender: Female
Age: 0.11 yrs
Birthday: Sometime near the first snowmelt of spring.
Orientation: Heterosexual
Posting Color: #70A5C7
Family: Deceased or MIA.
Love Interest: Syri has yet to find a male who even musters anything near luster.
Rank: Lone
Pack: None
Voice: High-pitched and quarrelsome, yet somehow alluring.
Eyes: A clever scowl set in multi-color, her right being a rich earthen hazel, left being sky blue.
Build: Thin but not lanky by any means, her body is built more for endurance with an etch of speed, rather than a fierce strength or a pathetic delicacy. Though her absurdly shiny coat might make claim to a different story.
Distinguishing Features: Earring in her right ear, curled tail that tells a tale of far distant ancestry.
Personality: Kalisyr is an abstract painting thrashed with many strange shapes and unexpected colors. Her lustrous fur and small build at first might confuse an on looking stranger, and her hushed keep-to-herself walks about the forest might give her the appearance of a kindly female, but sadly only at a distance. Up close her eyes radiate a sly cunning that cries to play games and cause malice, her maw thick with sarcasm and a scowl often laden upon her face. Gruff, she has a temper, but it is a calm one more often setting a wicked grin to her teeth than a flash of anger to her eyes. Syri's moods can sometimes be eerie but normally in control unless you're far to annoying to be worth it. Her actions much like her remarks can be rather unpredictable, however not usually harmful, though whether from chaotic nature or a forgetful memory, no one will really ever know, but there isn't much that makes her MIA.
Likes: Stories, prancing (not running), lynx, fishing (far more strategical than hunting), games (especially of the swiping variety)
Dislikes: Boredom, swallow creatures, shaman, open spaces, water, power hungry alphas, cheating mates
Skills: Charm (complete with canny remarks), swift reflexes, internal mapping, fast runner
Inabilities: Swimming (even in puddles), poor hearing, walking in straight lines, insomnia
History: There isn't to long of a tale for this traveler to tell, which is most fitting for her young age, though in reality she might speak as if she's seen ages, don't be fooled. Kalisyr was born to a lowly and weak female omega named Nikhil. The female was nothing short of a typical coward, bowing down to all the wolves in her pack, such shame, such scorn. And yet her pelt was considered beautiful, and it made her desirable by the males of her pack, this didn't always make the other females happy, especially the female alpha. That didn't stop her mate from going behind her back with Nikhil. And that is the origins of Kalisyr an unfaithful and unwelcome union between an alpha and his omega. But no one ever knew Nikhil died before giving birth to the whole litter, which left Syri and her older sister. Their fathers claim was they were lone, found abandoned by the basin of a river emptying into a large lake. But she knew the truth, the wise old she-wolf had told her the stories, and asked her to keep them to herself, for her sister was to fragile to understand. Best let her live her lies as a useless Gamma. Syri had better things to do than to serve a father who wanted nothing to do with her, yes, she wanted trust; she wanted real friends who wouldn't turn their backs on her. So she left her pack and ran far and free, enjoying the wind in her fur and the changing earth beneath her paws. Even the bear she had so cleverly tricked of its dinner didn't throw her off her steps when its claws raked her thigh. No sir, she was wild.
Relations:
i. N/A
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Roleplay:
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