Post by parry « on Aug 19, 2010 13:46:15 GMT -7
you woke up , in pieces ,
parry
par
female
spotted hyena
eleven years
heterosexual
loner
no rank
herbs and healing
from making these changes ,
fur color: tan, black, and purple
eye color: light blue
height: thirty five inches
weight: sixty three pounds
build: short and muscled
noticeable marks: n/a
quick description: Parry is as far as lady-like as a hyena can get. She is pretty short but her shortness is made up for with muscle, a surprising amount for a female of her height. Her breed, spotted hyena, makes her tan pelt speckled with blackish-gray spots. However, she has some purple spots or purple outlines in her black spots. A line of purple races down her spine all the way to the end of her tail. Her eyes are bright, clear blue, filled with intelligence but such a color that it seems that Par always has a tear in her eye, threatening to fall.
and holding the ransom ,
won't write you an anthem ,
parry
female
everfrost
no other characters ^^
this broken heart was stronger then ,
Cas was relieved at how this stranger reacted to it. He watched with slightly wide eyes as the other wolf sat down onto his haunches. He was unconsciously studying the other wolf, still nervously fidgeting every now and then, looking side to side. And still, every time his head revolved to the direction of the cliffs, even though they were misted over, his eyes filled with terror, his ears twitched and his paws fidgeted a little faster than usual. He finally regained his composure enough so that his eyes could remain on the other wolf, but still his paws kneaded into the ground. he smiled at the humor of the other wolf - he was glad that he hadn't bumped into someone from his own pack, that someone that he knew didn't see him like this. He was sure, though, that now and forever his new acquaintance would think of him as stupid.
"My name is Octane, if you care to know."
Cas smiled tentatively. "I'm Castor, of the Adraine pack, if you've heard of the three packs." He'd always thought that he didn't know of the three packs, but he had, his whole life - through the fascinating stories that his mother used to tell of the Kyruh. However, very suddenly the smile was gone from his face. Yes, something was bothering him. And - curse that Octane! - he had just managed to regain his fake personality, and now words were itching to come out his mouth, along with howls and whines. This was definitely not the time to do this . Oh, why? It was too much, and Cas simply broke in half.
"When I was just a pup, my siblings and I were exploring a fox den. The fox came. The fox got hold of my sister and" His voice choked as he thought of Helene. She was beautiful, she was cute, so fragile...he had failed, he hadn't protected her. "I had no courage. My other sister and I ran back to my mother. I had no courage." His voice was filled with disgust and sorrow. "When I was a little older, but less than a year, my father came for me - His pack was murderous. I wandered outside with my other sister. I couldn't even protect myself, let alone my mother and my sister. I had no courage." He had no real proof that his mother and sister were dead, but he had convinced himself so. "After I escaped from my father's murderous pack, I met a beautiful girl. Diane..." His voice trailed off. He was sitting down now, a certain weight to his words and body, and every now and then a small howl of sorrow or a whine escaped his muzzle. "She was pregnant...the puppies were due anytime. And then my father came, again. He took everything from me. He took away Diane, oh Diane...and I had no courage. You know, I still have nightmares about that night. Still. And even now, I put on a fake personality for my pack. I don't have enough courage to show them who I really am." His voice broke. "And..." He buried his muzzle into his paws like a reprimanded pup. His voice was filled with pain and sorrow and disgust and hatred. His voice became frailer, though. "And...anyone who can walk on the very edge of the Jagged Cliffs has lots of courage. And..." He swallowed. "And I didn't! And I'm not courageous, I'm never going to be! I have no courage, oh Diane...no courage..." His whole body shook with sorrow, as if he was crying, but he made no noise, hiding his face in his paws. Octane surely thought he was crazy now.
parry
par
female
spotted hyena
eleven years
heterosexual
loner
no rank
herbs and healing
from making these changes ,
fur color: tan, black, and purple
eye color: light blue
height: thirty five inches
weight: sixty three pounds
build: short and muscled
noticeable marks: n/a
quick description: Parry is as far as lady-like as a hyena can get. She is pretty short but her shortness is made up for with muscle, a surprising amount for a female of her height. Her breed, spotted hyena, makes her tan pelt speckled with blackish-gray spots. However, she has some purple spots or purple outlines in her black spots. A line of purple races down her spine all the way to the end of her tail. Her eyes are bright, clear blue, filled with intelligence but such a color that it seems that Par always has a tear in her eye, threatening to fall.
and holding the ransom ,
Parry is a more serious version of a typical ‘hippie’. She has a stubborn belief in not having regrets, thinking that regrets is what sinks a person into depression. Her iron will is the only thing that keeps her upright, and that brings us to the first trait: Parry is very opinionated. She judges others a bit too quickly, instantly, and she may form a bad opinion about anyone at any time. She can make an opinion on them about anything: the way they look, their posture, how they say things, what they say. Parry is almost always right…on top. She simply does not have the ability to look into someone and see what is below the surface. Either that, or she simply didn’t want to, and many years of seeing just the surface of someone has transformed her mind so that she sees nothing but what a person looks like. Because of this, she is extremely easy to manipulate. She doesn’t see any lies and is strangely gullible.
Parry may seem like a cold, judging person at first but she does have a soft side if someone takes long enough to find it. The fact is, in the mist of this cold, judging person is the nice side. If she likes a person enough, then she might start being nicer to them but the fact of the matter is that Parry never greets someone with a kind remark. She transforms from cold into nice rather instantaneously, it’s just a thought that will change her. The thing that keeps her reputation good is that her nice side isn’t exactly nice – it has a touch of sarcasm and it still seems like she is just tolerating someone. Parry originally had a very solitary type of personality but changed herself into a social person, but she still detests company unless the company is friendly or makes her happy in some way. Because of that, nobody can really tell when they reach her nice side.
However, Parry really did do a good job translating herself into a social creature. She is extremely loyal once she attaches herself to someone or something. Because of her failure to see beneath the surface of things, she is the type of dead-loyal person who carries out the orders of their leader without question. She isn’t just a mindless crony, however. She is quite intelligent as far as battle tactics go, though it isn’t her specialty. She carries out orders without question because of respect, not to show her level of intelligence. She is better behind the scenes, doing the tactics that don’t need battle; deception is something she is pretty good at. Spying is a specialty of hers as well.
The only thing that Parry does not show people is her sensitivity. She actually is very sensitive and often takes criticisms and other things to heart. However, she would never let other people to see that. However, her sensitivity has dug deep gouges in her self-esteem. As mentioned before, her iron will helps, though. Her will power is what keeps her up. Her will power is what makes her seem like a steady young hyena when on the inside she is wavering. However, that actually helps, as before she was even more shaky and unsteady than when she convinced herself that she would be completely sure from then on. This part of her isn’t very big, and even if someone found out about it, she would probably be extremely embarrassed, but she is a little bit easy to see through, not because she stutters or anything, but her body language tells the story of her slight diffidence very well.
won't write you an anthem ,
parry
female
everfrost
no other characters ^^
this broken heart was stronger then ,
Cas was relieved at how this stranger reacted to it. He watched with slightly wide eyes as the other wolf sat down onto his haunches. He was unconsciously studying the other wolf, still nervously fidgeting every now and then, looking side to side. And still, every time his head revolved to the direction of the cliffs, even though they were misted over, his eyes filled with terror, his ears twitched and his paws fidgeted a little faster than usual. He finally regained his composure enough so that his eyes could remain on the other wolf, but still his paws kneaded into the ground. he smiled at the humor of the other wolf - he was glad that he hadn't bumped into someone from his own pack, that someone that he knew didn't see him like this. He was sure, though, that now and forever his new acquaintance would think of him as stupid.
"My name is Octane, if you care to know."
Cas smiled tentatively. "I'm Castor, of the Adraine pack, if you've heard of the three packs." He'd always thought that he didn't know of the three packs, but he had, his whole life - through the fascinating stories that his mother used to tell of the Kyruh. However, very suddenly the smile was gone from his face. Yes, something was bothering him. And - curse that Octane! - he had just managed to regain his fake personality, and now words were itching to come out his mouth, along with howls and whines. This was definitely not the time to do this . Oh, why? It was too much, and Cas simply broke in half.
"When I was just a pup, my siblings and I were exploring a fox den. The fox came. The fox got hold of my sister and" His voice choked as he thought of Helene. She was beautiful, she was cute, so fragile...he had failed, he hadn't protected her. "I had no courage. My other sister and I ran back to my mother. I had no courage." His voice was filled with disgust and sorrow. "When I was a little older, but less than a year, my father came for me - His pack was murderous. I wandered outside with my other sister. I couldn't even protect myself, let alone my mother and my sister. I had no courage." He had no real proof that his mother and sister were dead, but he had convinced himself so. "After I escaped from my father's murderous pack, I met a beautiful girl. Diane..." His voice trailed off. He was sitting down now, a certain weight to his words and body, and every now and then a small howl of sorrow or a whine escaped his muzzle. "She was pregnant...the puppies were due anytime. And then my father came, again. He took everything from me. He took away Diane, oh Diane...and I had no courage. You know, I still have nightmares about that night. Still. And even now, I put on a fake personality for my pack. I don't have enough courage to show them who I really am." His voice broke. "And..." He buried his muzzle into his paws like a reprimanded pup. His voice was filled with pain and sorrow and disgust and hatred. His voice became frailer, though. "And...anyone who can walk on the very edge of the Jagged Cliffs has lots of courage. And..." He swallowed. "And I didn't! And I'm not courageous, I'm never going to be! I have no courage, oh Diane...no courage..." His whole body shook with sorrow, as if he was crying, but he made no noise, hiding his face in his paws. Octane surely thought he was crazy now.
