Post by DARRY-DURRz ?! on May 25, 2009 17:32:19 GMT -5
now dance, fucker, dance !
[/font][/size][/right][/color]man, i never had a chance !
Name: marionette.
Alias: mari.
Sex: female.
Age: two and a half.
Breed: great plains.
Eye color:
marionette almost seems to have signature eyes, although she finds them quite dull (for the very, very few times she's had the privilege to see them) on the other hand. they seem vastly rich and keep somewhat of a longing look locked inside her pupils. speaking of pupils ... they resemble something so distinct to a dark abyss, a very small one at that, but one that you can nearly sink into. similar to the types only poets can skillfully describe. her irises are a rich looking brown with very faint and light golden swirls. her eyes are actually rather small and squinty, leaving off a bit of an asian resemblance to the wolf.
Build:
very muscular, naturally, as her whole breed runs this way. every bone in her body seems to be made up of broad thickness and her skin is rough and bulky. to sum it up, she's a giant. despite her largeness, she's actually skinny. not quite slim due to her strong build, but she's healthy in the weight department.
Fur color:
a very pale, off-white gray with specks of black. her fur is a very creamy colour for the most part though, with golden-like particles highlighting this way and that on her body strictly where the sun most often hits - such as her hind legs, front legs, back, tail, and neck.
Fur length:
medium. it really depends where you're asking. for, after being in countless fights, her fur's been chopped off here and there. it's longer in some places than it is in others, really. but her tail has both the thickest and longest amount of fur on her body. it isn't exactly a useful trait when you're freezing, but that's the best she's got.
Texture:
depending on the day, mari's coat seems to almost change. when she's feeling rather careless and indifferent, she has a ratty and dirty look to her. on others, she's clean as a whistle and without a speck of dirt on her to be seen. but, really, she's pretty average when it comes to fur texture. if you were to rub your hands all over it, it'd feel relatively close to the hair of a horse - wiry, flexible, stringy, and really just not smooth at all.
Height: two and a half, roughly. (couldn't get any info either.)
Length: one-hundred-seventy-five centimeters.
Weight: one hundred pounds.
Overall look:
marionette has a special sort of look to herself. it's dog-like and sincere. caring and cynical. cold and quiet. no matter what way you look at it, she's really very attractive. stunning, you could call it. stuck-up, you could say. but marionette feels like just another puppet among the seas of strings.
her ears are pointed and very slightly, and almost unnoticeably, rounded at the tips. they're wide and creamy, just a tidbit grayer than the rest of her body. for a wolf, her snout is less lengthy and more bulky - like the maw of a canine, if you will. if you were to wrap your hand around her jaws, the case would most likely be one that her snout is quite a load larger than a whole hand. minus the fingers, of course. her eyes seem to be larger than they should; that's most likely because she has a tendency to stretch her eyebrows upwards (it looks really very ridiculous on her, but she claims it improves her vision.)
other than being overwhelmingly large, for both herself and others, marionette does actually have a spark of femininity to herself. other than the obvious cases that we won't get into, her whole outlook seems to almost gleam. now, that sounds like a hardly appropriate word to use for such an indifferent female, but it's an all-natural mental ability, i suppose. she's soft, not literally, and graceful within every movement - every action. although, some sections of her body appear to be tediously worn. such as her paws and legs. they're horrid looking, in all honesty. cuts, mud, dried and prickly blood. pretty much your average paw hell.
Other: --
History:
don't go away again. i wanna be more than a story to tell your friends.
marionette was born to a mother and father, as all living creatures should. they were good people - er - wolves. but, if you had to knock them down for something, they had a very rich desire to please. sure, it meant spoiling their pups shitless, but they hardly cared. they'd give up their lives if it meant having a happy family. not that being an orphan is really a "happy" life, but you get the jist of it. marionette wasn't quite the oddball as a youngster (that was her older brother, certainly) but she wasn't the most sane of beings either. casually, she'd sit back, take deep, soothing breaths, and drift off into detailed depths of dreams. dreams that occured to her as the devil's way of corrupting her mind. red splatters, black roses, several torn and bruised ravens. her brain always had its way of working, for sure. but she obviously wasn't possessed or anything of the sort. marionette just had a particular way of expressing her thoughts through utterly morbid descriptions.
pretty people never lie, vampires really never die.
marionette hadn't dared tell anyone of these gruesome imaginations, for she'd be ridiculed in less than an instant. not that humiliation was something she feared. marionette had always been the type of canine to refuse intentionally making yourself look good. if you did, you did. it was pointless to trigger with the natural facts. anyways, rolling off track now, mari had sufficiently hide these dark and violent ... yearns, if you will. she was a woman of justice, philosophy, self-righteousness. and, although she never actually showed this publicly, it was completely true. so she went about on her daily life lovingly, carressing each and every second openly and willingly.
and will you tell all your friends you got your gun to my head.
then the day arrived.
wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand? and wouldn't it be grand if we were dead?
she hadn't quite seen it coming, for nobody had. it was the day when their parents' spoiling rotten tendencies had finally ceased. as the life of her mother and father. marionette wasn't entirely sure how this had gone about, but her older sister had more than vividly described what she had seen on the side of the river. "legs intertwined with mangled limbs." that was enough to get all the siblings going. some into violent rages, others into depression. but then there was marionette. stricken confused and tired, she left the bickering family in need to find comfort and peace at last.
you better fear me, dear, FOR I AM DEATH.
death did not become of her though. supposedly, comfort and peace hadn't been the symptoms of death, but quite the opposite. life, living, loving, fearing, lying, all the emotions made her heart stir and flutter with a peculiar yet joyous wonder. away from stress, near death, and in the motion of arriving at fear's door.
Personality:
• blunt.
• shy.
• conservative; modest.
• timid.
• twitchy.
• moderately apathetic.
marionette has a sort of unsociable, klutzy, and overall unexpected personality. one day, you could completely doubt her to do something insanely magnificent. and then, right before your eyes, it'll seem as if she'll do the impossible. but she does have a few quirks that even her unexpectable nature cannot break. for example, marionette seems to have her name as fitting as possible. a puppet on strings. she's silent, as all inanimate objects should be, and has a tendency to always to bullied and forced around. she has absolutely no sense of justice or standing up for her rights. she goes just with whatever comes at her, despite whether it's a negative or positive thing.
mari believes very strongly in thing occasionally though. like sexual manners, for example. she doesn't resist most actions, but she'd most likely try and run from causes such as rape. i mean, who wouldn't, anyways? she's very hesitant when it comes to anything even remotely promiscuous or scandalous. which is by her standards, not yours. and her standards ... are immense. no touching male canines, no feeble flirting, nothing of the sort. it's very rare to see her speak in general, so why bother think she'd speak to a male of all creatures?
she also has a very peculiar habit of taking out her emotions as fear. always. she's a real wimp, definitely, anyone with eyes can surely see that much. marionette could hear the lightest noise, such as a bird flapping its wings, and then she'll suddenly jump nine feet in the air and sprint as if she was being chased by some sort of homicidal wacko. its a real mystery as to why she's so ... jumpy, but she just can't seem to get rid of her timidness, nor does she even really realize it.
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you're gonna go far, kid !?
