Name:
Silke
Age:
Twelve Years
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
(slight preference for the ladies..)
Current Role:
Gamma
Role Aspiration:
Silke has already lived her life, she aspires to now bestow others with her wisdom.
Pack:
Norden
Appearence:
** a reference will be added ! **
Silke has become a rather stocky, short wolf in her elder years. At shoulder height, she stands 23" tall and proud; weighing in at around 120lbs. A coat of dark, charcoal-colored fur makes her appear to be larger than in reality- tufts of unkempt fur often sticking out wildly from her figure. Silke's pelt itself is a shaded blend of dark greys and cool brown tones that fade out to her coldest points; such as her shoulders and back. Faint speckles of tan fur blot along the brown cool-points on her hind, disappearing when they hit the grey.
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Her eyes are often squinted in old age, a stoic blend of steel grey and colbalt blue framed by darker fur and lashes; accentuating her intense hues. Tiny silver scars line her nose and muzzle, where her canines protrude from her lips. Her thick fur hides all the scars that cover her body, reminders of past grievances and strifes. It's often that Silke's appearance alone causes others to gravitate elsewhere, for her looks give the impression of an uptight, disgruntled old lady.
Personality:
In her youth, the dame could be described as a spitfire; constantly fighting for something whether it was pointless or not. A ravenous anger had eaten it's way through her heart, though that was a long time ago...
In her elder years Silke has mellowed out some; finding it difficult to keep up with such festering emotions and trivial anger. Still sarcastic as ever, she can often be misunderstood for more blunt than she means to be. The dame typically wishes the best for those within her pack, though has difficulty conveying it as she can be quite abrasive at times.
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Despite this, it can be said that Silke contains years of wisdom built through experience. She's been through many trials in which shaped her into the wolf she is today, a rather broody old dame whom tends to inspire. Silke loves to practice advice, and give out lectures to any canine who'll lend an ear. This extends as far as hour-long stories to the youth, rambles of her past flames, and even dangerous terrors she's survived.. For those who are incredibly patient, the dame can be great company. However, she's completely intolerant of disrespect and tends to act rather rashly when angered; a sign that her wisdom doesn't reach all that far ...
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Without all the confidence and eloquence, Silke really is just a maternal soul. She seeks out connections with all who give her the light of day, and has never really learned what love actually is. A compassionate wolf, she feels things in an extreme manner and retains large amounts of empathy for those she holds dear. She's often a good mediator, and enjoys listening to others rant about their difficulties in youth; especially when she's able to help in any manner. Silke is definitely not a dame of correct morals, though she aspires to be.
Backstory:
**to be added, she's ancient
Relatives:
Eloqui - Dam - Deceased
Morte - Sire - Deceased
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PM to be a (younger) sibling , or child of Silke.
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RP example:
** this was on the spot with no prompt don't judge it too much <3
Beams of the glistening sunrise filtered in through gaps in the den's foundation, casting down on the slumbering frame of Silke. Said sleeping form rose and fell gradually with every breath, tiny snores exiting her maw. All was peaceful around the gamma, birds chittering in the morning sun; the squeaks of pups playing in the distance.. The sweet smells of dawn filled the air, of morning dew on sharp blades of grass...
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That was, until a singular ray of light shifted down; blazing right into her closed sights. A disgruntled groan could be heard from meters away as the dame's figure shook, joints aching the second her consciousness caught on with her arising body. One by one, her squinted eyes snapped open- followed by repetive blinks in an attempt to filter the sleep from her eyes. All was futile alas, the dame had gotten no more than two hours of rest. With another broody groan of old age, Silke would manage to rise to a seated position within her den, ears flattened in dismay. "Why is it so damn hard to get up?" She'd grunt, maw dropping into a wide yawn nearly instantaneously. After a few moments of deep contemplation on if it was even worth it- the dame would swiftly stand, knees wobbling for a second as her old joints threatened to give out. "Oh, shut it." Silke would muse, shaking out her dusty pelt before taking a few hesitant steps out into the open of camp.
Other info:
my next character here will be male i promise <3
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