-About Myself-

Online Name: Mori (Mimi's good too)

Birthday: 1/13/1993

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-About My Character-

Name: Aala

Age: Six months

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Aala is slender and swift, with long legs and puppyish feet. Her friendly blue-green eyes and unassuming gait match her quiet, gentle nature. Her head is finely boned, and her dog blood has caused her right ear to bend at the tip, giving her a quircky look. She has lost little confidence by being part dog, since her mother seemed to have no problems. Meidium length dark fur in the deepest velvety black covers her entire body except for a pure white tip on her tail and a small spot on her chest. She is finely boned and smaller than most her age. She is better suited to scouting or a suprise attack than open warfare. She has many scars, but few are visible except for a long scar that runs from her left eyebrow to her cheek bone in a thin cresant shape. She walks with a strange combination of grace, strength, and vunrability that sits well with her sleek form. she is surrounded by "too many" wolves, her entire behavior changes, she walks in a submissive stance, eyes almost always to the ground. Rarely speaking and withdrawn. In a sense she turns into a shadow, doing her best to draw as little attention as possible to herself.


Personality:
With her what you see is usually what you get, there is little deception in this little girl's heart. Aala is calm, quiet, and generally perfers to avoid conflict. She is however an excellent hunter, chasing down everthing from mice to moose with relative ease. She will protect herself if she feels threatened, but it requires more than mere words to crack her wall of outer tranquility. She is very shy and hates being aroung too many wolves at once, a byproduct of her puphood in a large pack. Introverted is a word that describes her well. If she can say somthing with one word rather than twelve, she will do it. Power is something she does not desire. If she is treated well, she could care less what rank she is. She has the uncanny ability to tell when someone is being false with her, and can often see the gold in a tarnished heart. However, there is on thing a wise wolf would never do. To betray her is to raise the huntress, if she survives the betrayal there will be no safe place on the face of the planet for the one who did it. Perhaps it is because of the betrayal of her parents, or the abuse she endured at the hands of her own familiy, but whatever the reason betrayal is the only unforgivable sin.

History:
Aala grew up the runt in a litter of six, in a large, warlike pack called the (now extinct) Do'dain. Her mother, a betan named Akara and her father was a loner. Akara was a Siberian Husky/WolfDog mix (she was abandoned as a pup) that clawed her way to the top with a mixture of cunning and ruthlessness. Malicious, manipulating, and sinister were all words that described Aala's mother.The entire pack was nothing but a raw thirst for power. Her cubs were taught the dark arts of raising high in a pack, and siezing power. Backstabbing, lying, murder, all were taught by thier corrupt clan. As a pup she avoided contact with even her littermates. The small dark shadow that clung to the fringes of the pack drew little attention to herself and wanted none. Her nature was not violent, very out of place in her spiteful, sinister familiy. As she grew older, she joined the other pups in their wargames, dark games centered around "the hare", with the said cub often sustaining grave injuries. Her lack of interest soon drew the torments of the games onto her. Hunted, hated, her own parents turning her into a training tool for the other cubs to continue their own dream of swallowing as many other packs as possible. She was hunted like an animal, and it is a miricle she did not become one. She was scorned as weak, but none of their torments managed to break her spirit. A memory that often haunts her is the death of her elder brother. He - at odds with his harsh treatment of her, protected her from the death blow of another pup. Angry that he had intervened, he was soon torn to shreds by pup and adult alike. They let the young Aala live, but she would long remember the price her brother paid, and even longer wonder why he did it. One warm summer day, not long after his death, fleeing once again from the bloodlust of her cousins she just kept running. She could no longer stand the pitiless shells that her beloved siblings had become. She has been a loner ever since.

I like it. ;] Accepted. Enjoy your roleplaying, and welcome to SOTW!!

~Katie