Post by kinneh on Sept 25, 2005 7:03:14 GMT -5
ooc| I hope you don't mind, but I've not followed the list. I like to give my join posts an extra something. All the information you need, however, is still here :3
xx Quick Reference xx
.Malaysia.
Gender - Female
Species - Wolf
Aged - Three Years
Pelt - Dried Blood
Optics - Red
Main Trait - Smart
Side - Evil
Would work for - No-one. Or work for them and stab them in the back.
Would employ - Anyone; so long as she gets her way. Then she'll stab them in the back too.
Enjoys - Smirking silently. It unnerves the wolves around her.
Hates - Males. Alpha's. Particularly alpha males.
xx Look Closer xx
Malaysia does not have many marking that set her apart from the rest - in act, she has no markings what so ever. Her coat is thick and lusturous, sporting the colour of dried blood. It is this pelt that acts as a warning; the way the bright colours of a poisonous snake warn passers by of the danger of coming closer. Her eyes are really the most important thing about her - their strking red colour make them stand out in even the largest crowd. For some, those red eyes were the last thing they saw; but more of that later. Her claws are always extended - which is no surprise as wolves lack to ability to withdraw them - and they are a stained rusty black colour, almost letting them blend in with her fur.
This wolfess is a very deep soul, exceeding most in wisdom and always thinking. Had she gone up the path to rightousness the world would have greatly benefited from her ways. But bad luck, for she soon found her path in the dark forests, in the deep shadows, in the alley ways and hideouts. For Malaysia is what some may call evil. She will never freely admit this, for she knows that the worst kind of villan is one who cannot hide behind his mask, cannot lure his enemies into that strangling false sense of security. The best type of villan is the one who is never suspected as a threat, yet known for their power. And it is this type of villan Malaysia is.
Her past is something dark, something she refuses to tall anyone. You, dear reader, are no different from the rest. If you wish to know her past, ask her. I dare you.
Password; WildCry.
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