Post by Cipher on May 26, 2015 15:54:59 GMT
| Table of Contents | ctrl+F to jump |
| 1. Status | The basics |
| 2. Personality | And afflictions |
| 3. Life Story | History |
| 4. From here Till Now | In the cool kids club |
| 5. Physical strengths & weaknesses | Important |
| 6. Social | `Bonding with others` |
| 7. Misc | Additional info |
Name: Sticks
Former Name(s): Crackle
Current Ally(s): No one
Currently feeling: Annoyed, bored, grouchy, stressed.
Currently: Fine.
Gender: Female
Species: Dire wolf
Sticks is a short-tempered, impatient wolf. She spends most of her time lurking in the shadows and appears as a dark and mysterious female. She cares for none of a higher rank than her, she only ranks them the same. She once used to be bright and happy, but that all changed when everything was took from her. Although wise, she sometimes can be seen biting down on a stick in her mouth, thats how she earned her name sticks. She is known to bite down on the stick more frequently when stressed, because when stressed she will rip her own fur out and attack anyone that comes near. Thats how she earned her nose scars.
Sticks was born to a rouge wolf couple on the border of a forest. As much as she tried to get her parents attention, they ignored her. Her parents, as rouges, realised the mistake they`d made with having a pup. With no one other to speak to, Sticks had no social life. She soon grew dreary and would only come near her parents to eat. As she grew older, she grew a strong hatred for her parents, so whilst they turned their backs to talk to someone, she poisoned their food, accidently killing the stranger too. The pack of the stranger found out, and she became known throughout many packs that she was a killer, and that she should be killed on site. She wasn`t described by the pack, as they never saw her, but they gave a warning to look out for someone called Crackle - the last words her parents ushered as they died.
She then grew up in the vast regions of Flourite, but still shied away from those who came too close. She found her trusty stick here, and joined a wolf pack. She changed her name to Sticks, and would often shelter under trees, turning a blind eye to her duties. She was asked to train in the art of herbery, as she seemed fond of `nothing else.` Quite angrily, she agreed. Feeling rather annoyed by the pack, she learnt what she could and left. She then began to roam the Peninsula.
Nothing here as of yet.
I have left FH behind and nowadays I mainly play Valorant. I hope everyone is doing okay and you're having great lives! <3