by Fallen_Snow » 11/30/2008 10:21 PM
True Name: Arya
Given Name: Mitchie
Nickname: Mits, Mitch
Traits:
Battle- Spiked Body, Clever Wrestling, Deft Opportunist, Prone Attack
Passive- Chartalan, Diligent, Human Form, Self-Sufficient
Appearance: When in anthro form, her hair is in a spiky dark brown bob, and she has piercing blue-grey eyes. She's also usually found wearing skinny jeans with purple threadwork, and an off-white blouse or t-shirt. Her skin is very lightly tanned, like the color of the inside of a tree, maybe a bit darker. She has more rounded features, but she's not heavy at all. She has a heart shaped face, and rounded curves. Her fingers are long, as if she was a piano player. She sometimes wears polish, but it's usually a dark purple or black. Not to say she's morbid, it just looks good against her pale-ish skin.
Blood Type: AB+
Form(s): Anthro, Quad
Personality: Mitchie is very plain when it comes to most matters. She can handle things calmly and easily, and it's not hard to see that she's comfortable in her skin. She's also honest, and easy to be around. That is, until you mention love. She'll suddenly become very uncomfortable and stiff, and won't talk to you. She closes herself up at the mention of that word, and no one is curious to find out what happens when she sees/experiences it. She lashes out if you try to talk to her about it. Some people wonder if it has to do with her name change, or her past.
Background: We're not sure what Mitchie has done before she came to live with us. But we do remember the night she changed her name.
It was stormy, and she was out late. We stayed up, worried about her for hours on end. She'd never stay out in weather like this unless she was in trouble. It wasn't until she came home, bewildered and half-awake with her lip fat and the side of her face bloody. Before she changed her name, she was a little hotheaded too. But it surprised us so much that one of us jumped up and said, "Arya, are you alright?"
She told us, "Don't call me Arya. That's not my name anymore. Please... just call me... Mitchie. Yes, Mitchie, please." her voice sounded harsh and dry, like she had been yelling. We also found out later that she also had gained a black eye, and her lip wasn't as bad as we'd thought. She convinced most of us that she'd just gotten into a fight and her opponent's nose started to bleed, but she was never a very good liar, and some of us know that something went down that she doesn't want to tell us about. (feel free to change; wasn't sure how many characters you have that run your zoo. ^^;;)
True Name: Unknown
Given Name: Brady
Nickname: Braids
Traits:
Battle- Spiked Body, Blindsense(Psi-Eye), Clever Wrestling
Passive- Extended Life Span(Ancient Marking), Grass Trekker(Dingo Marking), Urban Stealth, Natural Scavenger(both from Coontail), Diligent(Psi-Eye), Chartalan
Appearance: When in anthro form, Brady has shoulder length light brown hair, with some darker brown lolights. She also has bangs that hang down to her eyebrows. Her grey-blue eyes are warm and inviting, but can be cold when she's angered or double-crossed. She has a lithe and angular figure. She usually wears ripped jeans(preferrably ripped at the knees) and sweatshirts that are one size too small so that they stay on her body instead of hanging off it.
Blood Type: AB+
Form(s): Anthro, Quad
Personality: Brady is a rough but friendly girl. She'll gladly give you a hand in learning things, but she's more of a learn and do than read to learn person. She also likes to learn on her own terms, meaning she's only learning what she wants to. She likes for people to think she's tough, but she's really only what she says she is- a girl with a big mouth. She loves to creep people out with how she can see their auras, and tell their personality from them. She loves to discuss things that she knows, and if you know something that she wants to know, then she'll pester you until you do.
Background: Brady was brought to us from a good friend from another part of the country. We weren't sure what to do with her when she was a pup; she caused so much trouble that we almost got rid of her. We decided that we'd give her the cold shoulder for a couple of days and see what happens. Turns out she became stubborn in getting us to talk, and by the time she was quiet enough that we talked to her, she was over the moon and it was kind of hard to get her to settle down. From then on she kept her cool, but was always our blabbermouth.
About you and me: it's plain to see,
We only ever want to stay inside and watch TV,
Because that's just as good a memory,
You're just good company,
And I am finally accepting that.
Remember the time when we stole the whole day?
And nobody knows it, we took it away,
And it will be forever mine,
And it will be forever yours
Now we own the night, and it can't be undone,
We'll never forget how it feels to be young,
Cos it will be forever mine,
And it will be forever yours.
I did not make my avatar.