WELCOME TO TORVA
Breeding / Birthing:
There is no end to how cold it is getting, and there is only more winter to come! With the cold season comes extremes of ice and snow that can be painfully sharp on the paws in the north, even for the thickest pelts. Snow has been spotted in even the southern region's woodland cliffs and marshes.
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Birthday. 28 February 1994
Local Time. May 18 2013, 10:11 AM
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| I'm Briana. I'm a senior in high school attending college at the same time. I'm majoring in Animal Science, currently. I have been roleplaying since approximately 2004. I've taken breaks at times, however, I always seem to come back to it. I have a son named Hayden who is almost 7 months old and is the light of my life. I love meeting people, so feel free to message me. :] |
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Name. Talith Wrenmar
Age. 2 years, April
Species. Arctic Wolf
White Pelt|Brown Eyes|Small Build
With a slender, small build, Talith has never been the top dog. Her coat is predominantly white, but in certain lighting appears to have a light dusting of silver. It is average in length, but silky in texture. She keeps it pristine, so it almost always appears to almost glow due to the rigorous maintenance that she performs in caring for it. Her eyes are brown with tiny flecks of greens within them around the pupil, making them appear almost as though they are ringed with a starburst. They are bright, and often portray whatever emotions running through her at a given moment. However, if one were to look close enough, it almost appears as though she is hiding something. Her strides are confident, but not arrogant. She carries herself with a regal, elegant posture that was copied from her mother. She is agile and swift when need be, however she prefers to move at a leisurely pace that is often affected by her mood. She is highly alert and hardly ever relaxes, no matter the company, but may hide it to avoid confrontation. She is dainty in size, smaller and more slender than average. She has a barely noticeable, moon-shaped scar on her muzzle near her nose.
Talith is cautious by nature. Having been hurt numerous times, both emotionally and physically, if she finds something appealing she may appear almost stand-offish depending on the circumstances. She is moody, though not horribly so. Simply a typical female. She is thoughtful and prone to daydreaming if left unattended for too long, but remains alert and observant. While she may appear to miss something, she is highly perceptive and few things escape her notice. She is not confrontational, but is not meek either. She prefers peace, but can be volatile if provoked. She is highly protective and possessive over what is hers. She is very guarded emotionally and does not make friends easily, as most think her rather odd. She is polite and elegant with her speech, no matter the situation. She is highly intelligent and witty, finding sarcasm to be a method of choice once one is close enough. Mostly, she keeps her distance, running with a pack when necessary, but not competing for the top spot as of yet. She would sooner start a pack rather than take one, finding it unappealing to have someone’s leftovers. She enjoys serene, quiet settings and running and swimming at random. When alone, she hums to herself a melody that she picked up in traveling to Torva that she finds comforting. She is charming, yet can be manipulative and downright nasty when need be.
Abandoned at an age some might believe to be too young, Talith has been alone for quite some time. Here and there love interests and companions have appeared, but they disappear as quickly as they arrive due to her fear of being hurt. She came from a less than doting pack who believed in fighting and raiding on a consistent basis rather than coexisting with the nearby packs. As a result she was privy to bloodbaths that no one should have ever witnessed. At a year old her mother forced her from the pack, leaving her outside the boundaries and safety she had known to fend for herself. She traveled for months, coming upon land after land, though finding no place that she felt the need to call home for more than a few months at a time. Now she has stopped at Torva, and has decided to give a permanent home a try one more time.