Post by aftershock on Jan 7, 2012 19:53:59 GMT -5
a r i e n n e
DAYS GO ON FOREVER BUT I HAVE NOT LEFT YOUR SIDE, WE CAN CHASE THE DARK
{ name } Arienne, or Ari. Pronounced arr--ee-in or arr-ee.
{ species } fennec fox
{ gender } vixen
{ age } two years and four months
{ loyalty } outsider; will join a troop soon
{ orientation } bisexual
{ power } Ari has control over weather - theoretically that is. In truth, she doesn't know she has a power, nor is she able to control her. When she gets frightened, the weather takes a turn for the worse, depending on the intensity of the fear she feels. If she is simply nervous, the wind picks up. However, if she fears for her life and it is one of her mostly deeply rooted fears, the weather can get so wild as a tornado touching ground. Unfortunately, she has many deeply rooted fears.
{ height } Seven inches
{ weight } One point seven pounds
{ build } Ari is a very tiny creature, her bones are fine and she appears breakable, like a porcelain doll or a brittle leaf. Each ear is larger than her head and her tail is merely an inch shorter than her body is.
{ coat } She is a light sand, nearly white, shade for the most part, with a deeper red fox orange as a thick stripe down her back which fades quickly into the cream. The top half of her ears is more of a brown-orange than an orange.
{ eyes } Her eyes are medium sized, very pointed at the corners, and are such a dark brown than they almost always appear black.
{ other } She has no visible scars, though that is in part due to her light coat.
{ likes } silence; being alone; small, safe places; summer time; butterflies; watching lightning storms
{ dislikes } loud, obnoxious foxes; being crowded in; creatures who won't leave her alone even when asked; the chill of winter; being wet; thunder, despite her adoration of lightning
{ strengths } knows when to stubbornly stand her ground and when to back down; "street" smart; very quick and agile
{ weaknesses } fear occasionally gets in the way of her standing up for herself when she knows she should; small stature leaves her physically weaker than most; curiosity will likely be the death of her
{ hopes } to find someone she can trust
{ fears } the sound of thunder, it leaves her nearly paralyzed with fear; being alone forever; being a mother; pain; death
{ habits } she refuses to speak unless absolutely necessary - and mostly she refuses to speak then too
{ secrets } just about anything about her is a secret, seeing as she doesn't speak
{ attitude }Ari has become quite the mystery. You can normally get a feel for most foxes by their speech patterns: what they say, how they say it, when they speak, when they don't. Except, the problem is, Ari doesn't speak. At all. That's not to say she can't - for she most certainly can, and has before. She simply chooses not to. Now, I know you're probably thinking that maybe she's just quiet and prefers action over words. This is not the case with her at all. If it was, she would still care to introduce herself to new acquaintances. She doesn't even do this, leaving them wondering who she is and where she came from. And she doesn't care.
Or, at least, it seems like she doesn't. She does, in fact, care. She cares a great deal. She just doesn't care enough to change her mind, because the thing opposing her caring is her fear and distrust, both of which play key roles in her actions. She has, in essence, been taken over by them. She wishes to change - to trust again - but it is rather difficult. She knows the first step in moving on is to speak again, but every time she opens her mouth, she can't seem to get even a syllable out.
When she does begin to realize that no one is going to hurt her, she finds the one she trusts the most and clings to their side - at least until something she fears comes along. Then she bolts, not trusting enough to let any one protect her. She's definitely more flight than fight, and no one can deny that. Thunder booms, she's gone in a flash, hiding. Something so simple as a thorn in her paw, and she limps away to lick her wounds in private. She's got a tough shell to crack, but once you do... You'll have her by your side until the day you die, and she'll open up like a flower in bloom and tell you anything and everything. ut you have to get past the defensive, paranoid exterior first.
{ parents } Sylph, mother, deceased; Rune, father, deceased
{ siblings } Adielle, sister, deceased; Arian, brother, deceased
{ lovers } Connan, male, deceased
{ kits } none
{ others } none
{ events }"The past is a tricky thing. It can teach you how to be better, or it can ruin you to a point that is almost beyond repair - and it can do so on nothing more than a whim. This is not a happy story, or a story of finding oneself. This is a story of pain and anguish and fear. Nothing more, nothing less. There is no getting past that sort of thing, not really. You can smile and laugh and pretend everything's alright, but that's just a lie, isn't it? I was taught to never lie. This is me, how I am, and how I might always be now. Until I see light again in this world, in the metaphorical sense, I will not speak another word. For you, Connan, you were my light, blown away and lost in the dark of this cruel, cruel world."
This were the last words spoken by this pretty little vixen. They were spoken many months ago - she has lost track of how many now for they have blended together. spoken to a lost lover, one who understood all of her, from the basic personality most would see to the eccentric bits and pieces it hid. She hopes to find someone like him again, however unlikely.
It wasn't complicated, how they met. She was born in a litter of three - one sister, one brother, and two loving parents. Life was good. Adielle, Arian and Arienne were a close trio, though Ari was always a little bit... different. She'd have little fits occasionally - her mother and father assumed she was simply too smart, that no one understood, but that wasn't it at all. She was, to put it simply, paranoid. Not to any major extreme - it typically consisted of stories and never went anywhere, but it left her with irrational fears - water being one. For the longest time, she would only drink from small, shallow puddles for a fear of drowning. That fear has not disappeared, but she has rationally decided that streams, ponds, and lakes are all acceptable sources of hydration since.
Of course, this changed when she met Connan. He was, no doubt the best thing that ever happened to her. When something scared her, he'd simply move to "protect" her from it, even if it was something as simple as a leaf that had fallen on her head unexpectedly. She'd feel safe with him around, and so the paranoia lessened - so long as he didn't leave her side. And he didn't want to. He had fallen head over heels in love with her before he even knew her name - perhaps this seems unrealistic, but that is what he swore by when he lay dying in front of her.
It was preceded by a month of nervous jumps as Ari's paranoia hit an all time high - worse than it had ever been. She felt eyes watching them, and she suspected something bad would happen.
The only problem was, this time, she was right.
They came under the cover of night, and she still has no idea who they are or what they looked like, not even why they attacked. All she heard were the yelps of her family and she was bolted awake and running, Connan by her side as he always had been. She, however, was much faster and more agile and he stumbled in the dark, falling behind. By the time she paused to catch her breath and realized, it was too late. She spun to go back - she'd never been shy about standing her ground, no matter how jumpy she could get - only to come to a stand still in the brush, eyes wide with horror as she spotted her mate surrounded by nothing more than dark figures much larger then her or Connan - not that it took much to tower over them.
By the time she stopped staring and shaking like a leaf in the wind, it was daybreak and Connan was long since dead, the enemies having disappeared into the shadows of night. She took him to the water - he'd always loved the water, even if she hated the stuff - and let the current take him away, head hung, defeated. She spoke a few words - a small speech and a promise to her deceased lover, something to memorialize the moment. And she has honored each and every word since, refusing to speak a single word, no matter who she was with or how much they pressured her for at least her name. None held that spark of light to brighten her world like he did - and she's not sure anyone else ever will.
{ name } Aftershock
{ experience } nine years
{ characters } Hallie and Sorren
{ codeword } code accepted by staff
{ roleplay example } see Hallie's application
