by beth
Basics
Name: Sickle
Alias: "Sykle/Syk", Sick, Popsickle
Species: Black-backed Jackal
Gender: Female
Age: 1 year 2 months
Pack: --
Rank: Vagrant
Location: No current location as she has yet to be found at one particular setting thus far.
Height: 17 in.
Weight: 19 lb.
Length: 52 in.
Mate: --
Crush: --
Offspring: --
Mother: Cross (npc); Unknown to Sickle
Father: Hex (npc); Unknown to Sickle
Sibling: --
Appearance
by beth
Body Build: Lithe-- almost catlike in movements as she practices and partakes in a canine form of p a r k o u r.
Fur Colors: Black, assorted shades of green, tinges of pink and yellow. Her colors lighten to pastelish tones during winter, while they begin to brighten towards summer. Her colors get quite dull if she becomes ill, and her fur loses it's soft texture and gets oily quickly.
Eye Color: A neon green that nearly 'glows' at night because of their reflective nature
Accessories: None as of yet!
Main Fur: Deep grey that seems almost black.
Ears: Perky, can swivel in nearly every direction.
Eye Markings: A basic patch of yellow around each eye, and a painted henna 'gash' trailing down to her jawline below each eye.
Front legs: Left paw pink, right paw yellow.
Hind legs: Left paw spring green, right paw pink.
Hair: A sort of messy bunch of hair sits upon her head, with many strands of bright yellow and pink hidden in there somewhere.
Tail: A tip of yellow sits at the end of her tail, on the top color.
Underside: Completely green
Personality
She's very lighthearted, chipper, and pretty much takes from the player, me. She will devote herself completely to something if she finds that it's worth putting her heart into, but is prone to jump to conclusions and judges upon how someone treats her. She can hold a grudge for a long time and wont admit anything that is of her own fault if she knows that she is right, yet will sink into the deepest trenches of regret if she knows she is wrong. She hates being a leader, and will prefer to follow than to lead. However, she will step up to the position only if she completely needs to. She hates being authoritative to others and hates being a favorist. She'll do anything she possibly can to avoid taking a side. A neutral party, rather. Many have come to her for her honest opinion, which is... Truly honest. She'll speak from both views in a situation and will give advice that most nobody else would. Her emotions are like clay, as well. Easily pliable, crushed, and transformed by the actions of others. Words don't hurt her as much as how people treat her. She herself is easily influenced(One of the few traits that aren't like me). Such as, if her first friend were from Alteron, she'd be convinced that Alteron is the one and only way to be. Etc. And last but not least.. She loves to shake it. 8)
History
Hex and Cross waited a strenuous amount of moons until the day finally came-- Their first litter would prove to the rest of the world that they too, would carry on a proud line of children to carry on their blood and form a strong pack and survive this winter. In the end, their excitement came to no avail. The entire litter was of stillborn puppies.. All but one. And this one didn't even look anything like the rest of her siblings. She was a stark opposite of what they ever would have expected. An oddball child that didn't carry any resemblance of her parents at all. Embarrassment washed over the young couple as they felt watchful eyes peering into the fluke of a family. Many would ask if she was picked up from a stray den, as if they were the new foster parents of this whelp. Others that knew she was of their blood, uttered blasphemous remarks of her being a "curse upon conception" that was proven through her stillborn siblings. Zinfindel swore her fidelity, and Hex kept his doubts to himself. He had crossed nobody in his lifetime that resembled their child. The rumors kept the couple worried day in and day out. They feared everything, ranging from the rumored oaths, to a mentally incapacitated pup, to a cur that would grow older and slaughter them both as soon as she got the chance. And so, they fled their nest in the snow, their faint scents faded away into nothing. And she opened her eyes. Nobody truly knows how she survived that winter. She had locked away her memories and convinced herself to forget. Although, she had emerged, and has been seen trekking through the continent and on occasions, a male nankeen kestrel would often land nearby and have a friendly conversation with her. Not much is known about him other than they share a special bond and usually speak only with one another.
RP's In Progress
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Relationships
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Notes
I'm an on and off RPer. I am prone to frequent grounding by my parents, or stupid situations in which ironically, am incapable of getting online or near the computer at all. @_@ But I will do my best to stick with an RP if I can. I'm more easily reached on Furcadia for RP. I'll put up my contact info somewhereee. And.. As for the pictures, I'll link them if I'm limited to only one or two.
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Credits
Outline is (c) to Daphine, art is all by their respected creators.