;;hypocrisy has aged you [well]

[xxFortuitist]

Name; Daiysha
Age; Counting out to four years
Gender; Still keeping the female nature
Breed; Icy little Arctic girly

Desired Pack; Cestos for the pure and simple reason of 'she can'

Appearance: If you have met Daiysha, I must apologize. Her persona must have thrown you for a loop. After all, you must have noticed her chaste looking appearance. She carries the innocent color of white upon her coat. Grey and black also take part in decorating the under-layers of her pelt, perhaps a sign of the more sinful side that hides itself. Upon her ears, the darker colors take precedence, changing from coal grey to a pitch black on the tip. Upon her legs are distinguishing markings. Her right fore and left back legs are painted with two horizontal bands, a gift from her mother who had similar bands on each leg. Eyes encircled with shadows carry a color of cerulean flecked with the tiniest hues of a buoyant grey.

To jump away from the more striking features, one may notice the more mundane features as well. Daiysha is no lithe child to push around. She may still be female an have little chance against larger males, but those dainty girlies should keep back, or so she thinks. Weighting in at near one-thirty even, she has enough weight to throw around. Her legs are suffering in this department though. With so much weight and fairly average legs to carry them, she can keep up with her fellows, but she can’t win any races. This suits her fine though. After all, who wants to be running around when there is always a perfectly good tree to lounge under.


Persona: Keeping the image of a charming she-wolf, Daiysha get by in this world the best she knows how. An intrigued glance followed by a few sweet-tempered words can pull her out of some of the most unpleasant state of affairs. However, her proper disposition can bubble forth due to failure of the previous method or a blatant repugnance of someone upon their initial encounter. This authentic temperament of her is far from charismatic.
Impish and impertinent, her tongue habitually outruns rational thinking when she brings forth this face. To hell with packs and loyalties, the only alliances she holds are contained within herself. She has no need for the camaraderie of a pack or fictitious sanctuary that beliefs give others. A pack is useful only for brief bouts of defense, and even that is trivial in contrast to the favors which have to be returned. Yet somehow, whether through instinct or an underlying emotion, her body craves for the companionship.
However callous she may appear, one may catch a glimpse of unadulterated humanity. Adults of her kind never sincerely appeal to her, yet the young and exposed strike her unlike others. Perhaps it's the motherly instinct within her or a fixation with something she never believes to own herself, pups have no more to fear from her than a quick temper that passes sooner than it appeared.

History: This history is not one of great importance or incident. Her birth pack had been one of strange adherent, each member filled with a malevolent spirit that they believed came from a Wolf-God himself. Spite was a morning meal as Deception was a goodnight lullaby. In this flood of threatening emotion, Daiysha and her littermates were born.
In the minds of her family, runts like her made excellent scapegoats and target practice. Of course, this shaped her plain dislike of flocking together. Such a lovely childhood, no.
Within her year living in her birth pack, she lost only a brother to a drowning incident, one in which she had a sound alibi to escape punishment for. Nonetheless, continuing such a life was not in her plans. Thus, with little theatrics and no explanations, Daiysha left the only home she knew for a loners life. A bloodcurdling consideration for her at the time, but soothing in resemblance to the alternative.
So she has lived, using temptation and wit to avoid the males who pushed her into a corner [end the melodrama]

RP example; Numero Dos