Post by Deleted on May 18, 2012 17:05:39 GMT -5
EVONDREA
NAME. Evondrea (Eh-vonn-dreh-uh)
NICKNAME(S). Ev, Evey (ee-vee), Evon, Twitchy.
AGE. 4 & 1/2.
SPECIES. Canis lupus X Canis lupus arctos
BREED. Northern Gray Wolf X Arctic Wolf
GENDER. Female.
HEIGHT. 29.5”.
WEIGHT. 65lbs.
COAT. Primarily a light cream, with darker, rusty tan areas and facemask.
EYE COLOUR. Light, silvery purple.
NOTABLE MARKINGS. Darker reddish mantle over neck and shoulders, hindquarters are predominantly cream, without any red marks. Facial mask includes two white brow-spots which are angled in such a way as to give her a permanently worried expression.
PHYSICAL. Having been the runt of a rather large litter, Evey isn’t much of a presence insofar as size. What she lacks in size, though, is made up for in striking color, from the tip of her rust-streaked nose to the fluffy, blunt white tip of her cropped tail. Mantled in shades of russet and sand, her markings fade rapidly at the flanks and underbelly, giving way to the crisp, creamy hue inherited from her Arctic sire. Along with her pale base color, Evondrea also inherited a lush thickness of coat from that side of her parentage; it often forces her to lurk in the shade or cool depths of a spring during the hottest parts of the summer.
What’s left of her tail is a certain point of vanity for Ev, as much as she is rather tomboyish about the rest of herself. She keeps it meticulously clean and free of debris as well as dust, and has a tendency to bob it rapidly in a practiced movement almost constantly whenever she’s content. Other than her fluffy stump, though, her general appearance can be rather sloppy, from dirt on her paws to leaf litter all over her belly. The one sort of messiness she can’t abide by is pine resin; she will stop at nothing to remove any trace of the stuff that might find its way into her coat. (Please click here for a full body image.)
FEARS.
- Wolverines.
- Closed spaces.
- The Disease.
VICES.
- Constant nervousness.
- Fidgety & skittish.
- Often over-thinks situations.
STRENGTHS.
- Focused.
- High-energy; requires little sleep.
- Careful planner.
PET PEEVES.
- Domineering males.
- Bullies.
- Conceited persons.
- Pine sap.
- Equine-Canine rivalry.
LIKES.
- Autumn leaves.
- Pups.
- Relaxed, friendly individuals.
- Avoiding conflicts.
- Her tail.
PERSONALITY. Nervousness is Evondrea’s calling card, and what she’s probably most notable for. Constantly twitching, with her ears and eyes swiveling rapidly for any sign of eminent danger or potential threat, she can be more than just a wee bit annoying at times. But, beneath the wrapping of frenetic energy, Evey carries a core of solid sense and intelligence. In a way that might be called anal, she plans out every move she makes, with multiple backup options.
On the rare occasion where she’s actually at ease, Ev can be a delightful companion, lighthearted and charmingly energetic. That being said, she has a tendency to read way too far into situations, from the motives of others to hidden meanings. Though this can give her an air of paranoia, she clings closely to any friendships she may find herself in, and strives almost desperately to avoid conflict within those relationships.
With regard to equines, Evondrea curious is above all; she’s not had a close relationship with any of the hooved creatures thus far, but sees those canines who scorn and discriminate against them as less than savory. Along with disliking the more species-ist individuals of either group, Evon cannot stand those who use their physical or mental aptitude to bring others down. Since her bobtail is a potential target for bullying, she sees it as her own personal duty to help those who aren’t so lucky as to be secure in their own quirks. Fighting against the twitchy nervousness that makes her look frail, Evey tries to project an appearance of self-confidence, at least where her tail is concerned.
More recently, Evondrea has found herself becoming more and more wary of the disease that claimed her father’s life, and ruined what would have probably been a very happy, sprawling family. She’s terrified of contracting the disease, and though it pains her to discriminate, the she-wolf will bend over backwards - or even face down an adult wolverine - to avoid the infected.
MOTHER. Callisto, living.
FATHER. Shaezerus, deceased.
SIBLINGS. Katsa, deceased. Nero, deceased. Alistair, deceased. Elspeth, deceased. Roman, living. Estrelle, deceased.
HISTORY. The bulk of Evondrea’s interesting history occurred within two months of her birth. Stricken with the first symptoms of the disease by which many had already died, Shaezerus was struggling to uphold his half of the partnership he held with Callisto. He was often rendered helpless by blackouts, which made guarding the pair’s den a rather chancy business. What with seven large, boisterous pups to feed, Callie had to leave rather frequently to hunt, due to Shaezerus’ infirmity, dashing off to find prey before he could have another episode.
Naturally, this was a plan ultimately doomed to failure.
Nearing the pups’ two-month anniversary of life, Callisto headed out once more at dusk to seek rabbits for the hungry brood. Night came on steadily, and brought with it a menace in the form of a massive, starving wolverine, which fell upon the dozing pups with fervor. Shaezerus leapt forward to defend, but fell, thrashing, in the throes of a seizure. Left to its own devices, the beast wreaked plentiful havoc, driving the whimpering puppies into the depths of their family’s den. Unfortunately for the majority of them, the wolverine was more than capable of worming its way into the narrow tunnel , crushing jaws tearing down each of the pups in its path, until it leered at Evondrea in the dark.
To this day, Evey has dreams - nightmares - of the creature’s horrid breath, the oppressive darkness, and the sharp, searing pain of teeth set into her tail as she is dragged backwards. Thankfully, though, the dreams always end just as the actual event did, with Callisto ferociously savaging the wolverine as a distraction, giving Ev enough time to weasel her way back into the deepest part of the den with her only surviving sibling, Roman.
After that, everything changed. Callisto and Shaezerus separated, having realized that he was only a danger to his family, a liability rather than an asset. No more did the greatly diminished brood reside in the deep forest, but hugged the scanty treeline along the island’s beaches. Time passed, wounds healed, and the pups grew up as normal as they could, under the circumstances. Roman had escaped the traumatic event unscathed, and had naught to show for it, unlike Evondrea; she wore her bitten-off, almost rabbitlike tail with pride, though she jumped at the smallest of noises and was almost constantly on edge.
At last fully grown, both Roman and Evey went their own ways. Neither of them had had any particular attachment to the other, or to their distant, bitter mother, but now they were free to do as they willed. With the habits ingrained from her pup-hood, Evondrea still sees fit to stick to the beach, and only ventures inland when she absolutely must.
NAME. Merovingia, or Mero for short.
AGE. 20.
EXPERIENCE. 8, almost 9 years.
OTHER CHARACTERS. None, yet.
HOW’D YOU FIND US. Oddy! :D
PREFERED CONTACT METHOD. PM or AIM; Mooseyelder.
