Post by aftershock on Jan 5, 2012 0:57:25 GMT -5
h a l l i e
AT NIGHT WHEN THE STARS LIGHT UP MY ROOM I SIT BY MYSELF TALKING TO THE MOON
{ name } Hallie
{ species } cape fox, Vulpes chama
{ gender } vixen
{ age } nine months
{ loyalty } outsider
{ orientation } She's not sure; likely heterosexual, however.
{ power } Hallie is a wind controller. She's mainly good with creating wind or directing wind that's already present, often increasing its intensity. Of course, she doesn't just use it for fun like most might. No, this little girl senses the wind's presence as well and uses it to try and help her see, sort of like a form of echolocation if you will. That is often the only thing she will use it for, and even that's still a work in progress as she figures out how to make it work like she needs it to.
{ height } eeven inches
{ weight } nine pounds
{ build } Hallie is petite creature, as most small foxes are. Her body itself is fairly proportionate, with a long tail, shorter than average muzzle and some big ears all added on. However, her ears don't look quite as large on her head as is typical for her species.
{ coat } Hallie is a classic cape fox in fur shades, with gray and black fringing her back, sides and tail, as well as the black tail tip shared among all cape foxes. Her flanks and underbelly are more of a cream, with her legs and face containing a darker orange shade.
{ eyes } Hallie's eyes are perhaps the most memorable part of her, as they are blue. No, not an unnatural blue. They are completely clouded over in a pale sky blue, as she is blind and has been since the moment she first opened her eyes.
{ other } There is nothing else of note.
{ likes } nighttime, silence, friendly foxes, company, high places
{ dislikes } being blind, those who pity or mock her for her lack of sight, very loud noises, being alone, not knowing who her mother is
{ strengths } excellent hearing and sense of smell, good control of her power, mature for her age
{ weaknesses } blindness, defensive, naive, easily influenced
{ hopes } to one day meet her mother
{ fears } that one day, everyone will leave her
{ habits } daydreams
{ secrets } she often stays up well into the night, staring at the sky and talking to her mother as if she's there
{ attitude } polite, respectful, moody, quick to judge, defensive, confidant, eloquentFor the most part, Hal is a soft, sweet, quiet, polite vixen. She knows she's already at the bottom of the pecking order in life due to her disability, and so she accepts this graciously and in turn gives each and every other equine respect.
However, it is very easy to lose this respect. For all her good manners, Hallie is still a young fox, still finding herself, and she can be moody and quick to judge, just like many others can be. She's touchy about her vision, as well. Comment on it, especially in pity or in mocking, and she'll snap, and snap fast. Her hearing and sense of smell are extra sensitive, so trust me, those teeth will find their mark with ease.
She's a particularly defensive fox, but she's had to be. She's tougher than she looks, for although it doesn't take much to change her opinions of you, it does take quite a bit to actually break her down to the point where she feels threatened. She is surprisingly confidant and sure of herself considering her condition and her history, and it will take a whole lot to make her doubt herself. She is also well-versed, very eloquent with her words on many an occasion.
{ parents } unknown
{ siblings } unknown
{ lovers } none
{ kits } none
{ others } cedar, her guide and guardian
{ events } lonely, difficultHallie had a relatively rough kithood. When she was just a newborn, her mother and father abandoned her. At least, as far as she's aware, as there was no dead bodies - though that's not to say her father even knew about her. She's entertained the possibility. Either way, she was destined for death until another fox found her - and older male red fox who took her in as his own, becoming quite the father figure to her. He was there to feed her when she was hungry, keep her warm when she was cold. As she grew, he guided her, teaching her of the world, warning her about rough terrain, patching her up when she fell and hurt herself. She's become quite capable of living without someone to be her eyes for the most part by now, with her excellent senses of hearing and smell as well as her wind abilities, however she still clings to anyone who might be a friend, particularly Cedar, the one who found her and continues to care for her. She's afraid of being left again, and it shows.
{ name } Aftershock
{ experience } about nine years now
{ characters } none
{ codeword } code accepted by staff
{ roleplay example } Hallie, as an equine, with Jasper, a gyrfalconMy dear, you need to rest.
I will in a moment, Jasper. I promise.
The gyrfalcon, his white feathers in stark contrast to the dark of the night that enveloped them. Satisfied, knowing she would keep her promise, he churred a soft goodnight before fluffing up his feathers and settling in for the night, curled up at the yearling filly's chest. He was asleep within moments, but the young mare stayed staring up at the night sky.
She "watched" for hours, despite her promise. She had lost track of time, blind eyes staring up at the stars, the moon, almost feeling the light against her eyes. Particularly from the moon. Not a word was said out loud, but inside was a monologue, a prayer of sorts, but yet not a prayer at all. More a speech to someone who wasn't actually there.
I know you're out there, somewhere, momma. I know I shouldn't be trying to find you, you obviously didn't want me, but I can't help it. I want to see you, at least. Know what you're like. Some answers, like why you left me, they would be nice too, but I'm not greedy. I know it'll probably be a tough topic. You can tell me when you're ready, if we ever do meet. I hope we do. I hope you'd be proud of me. I'd like that. For someone to be proud of me. Jas, he doesn't count. He's like family, but it's not the same. I suppose it is getting late, though. The initial jump start of a busy night has quieted down.
Her eyelids slid over the cloudy blue, opening again for one last feel of the light, as if a desperate attempt to see, before she sighed softly, nostrils blowing out warm air and she flickered her ears, a few soft words to be mentioned, this time out loud.
Goodnight, momma.
The filly lowered her head, careful not to disturb her avian friend. Her eyes closed, but she didn't sleep. Sleep wouldn't come. Not tonight. It rarely did, these nights where she "spoke" to "her mother". Perhaps it would be easier if she'd known the mare, even if only for a few days. But she would never know, she supposed. So her eyelid slipped open again out of habit, ears listening for danger, nose alert for some new scent she might catch.
