Yoshikitty
~All About You~
Future author or artist, with a corny sense of humor.
Your Name: Krissy
Your Age: 19
Your Email: krista.dechagny@yahoo.com (just don't spam me, okay?)
~Your Muse~
Name: Dauphin Mistglade
Age: Around twenty-one
Band: (OC)
Height: Dauphin is 6'3
Rank Preference: Natural Omega
Sexuality: Bisexual, though he does lean a little more toward female company
Position: Submissive...but will get somewhat dominant around people he has interest in.
Description: Dauphin has easily-bruised tan skin, which is soft to the touch especially around his face, neck, and other fleshy parts. His face is angular, often betraying light stubble, but mostly kept under control and never reaches the stage of full-fledged beard; centering his face are two adorable greenish eyes, framed with black eyelashes and most of the time kept under the hood of semi-bushy eyebrows. His lips are full, shell-pink in full sun but looking pale in dimmer light, which gives him an almost ghostly appearance in dark. Dauphin keeps his dark brown locks tousled playfully, but sometimes makes it stick up in the middle.
His body is well-sculpted, with muscles that don't bulge too far and light scarring on his lower abdomen from previous battles/fights/challenges. There is a small black tattoo of a sparrow on his right bicep, often piquing the interest of those who see it. His legs are long and his feet are calloused from running through the woods, plus there is a long scar along his left calf that reaches from the middle of the muscle to his knee. as a wolf, his fur is long and chocolate brown, with patches of white for his belly, chest, and part of his face, along with equally brown eyes and a muscular physique.
:Face shot:
Personality: Firstly, Venin's optimism is hard to purge. He is always smiling, even when upset or angry, which is odd to see when he is fighting, bleeding through the side, grinning like a maniac.. It often unnerves the Raddicio-like wolves that he seems so happy, and often he is described as artificial by those masses. Second, he has a great sense of humor, spewing painfully obvious facts and letting the laughter ripple through his company, even the most old jokes can be spiced up with just the simple tone of voice that he uses.
Venin is almost extreme in his bravery, unfazed by the adrenaline that pain sends through him. It is thought that he would fight for those he is loyal to until he is bones with barely any tendon to hold him together, and with this bold, brave wolf comes one of his fatal flaws: a sensitive ego. It may sound silly, but even a hushed, snide remark will be enough to make him stay silent and brooding--the opposite of his usual optimism--for at least a few days. He likes to show off as well.
Likes: Sunsets, night, funny jokes, other optimists, acts of bravery, fireflies, stars.
Dislikes: PESSIMISTS, insults, fire, Snobbish people
Strengths: Telling jokes, lightening tension, running, basic combat
Good Weaknesses: He has a soft spot for romantic situations (A walk on a moonlit night, watching the stars, etc.)
Bad Weaknesses: Sensitive ego, afraid of fire, likes to show off, submissive.
Name: Dauphin Mistglade
Age: Around twenty-one
Band: (OC)
Height: Dauphin is 6'3
Rank Preference: Natural Omega
Sexuality: Bisexual, though he does lean a little more toward female company
Position: Submissive...but will get somewhat dominant around people he has interest in.
Description: Dauphin has easily-bruised tan skin, which is soft to the touch especially around his face, neck, and other fleshy parts. His face is angular, often betraying light stubble, but mostly kept under control and never reaches the stage of full-fledged beard; centering his face are two adorable greenish eyes, framed with black eyelashes and most of the time kept under the hood of semi-bushy eyebrows. His lips are full, shell-pink in full sun but looking pale in dimmer light, which gives him an almost ghostly appearance in dark. Dauphin keeps his dark brown locks tousled playfully, but sometimes makes it stick up in the middle.
His body is well-sculpted, with muscles that don't bulge too far and light scarring on his lower abdomen from previous battles/fights/challenges. There is a small black tattoo of a sparrow on his right bicep, often piquing the interest of those who see it. His legs are long and his feet are calloused from running through the woods, plus there is a long scar along his left calf that reaches from the middle of the muscle to his knee. as a wolf, his fur is long and chocolate brown, with patches of white for his belly, chest, and part of his face, along with equally brown eyes and a muscular physique.
:Face shot:
Personality: Firstly, Venin's optimism is hard to purge. He is always smiling, even when upset or angry, which is odd to see when he is fighting, bleeding through the side, grinning like a maniac.. It often unnerves the Raddicio-like wolves that he seems so happy, and often he is described as artificial by those masses. Second, he has a great sense of humor, spewing painfully obvious facts and letting the laughter ripple through his company, even the most old jokes can be spiced up with just the simple tone of voice that he uses.
Venin is almost extreme in his bravery, unfazed by the adrenaline that pain sends through him. It is thought that he would fight for those he is loyal to until he is bones with barely any tendon to hold him together, and with this bold, brave wolf comes one of his fatal flaws: a sensitive ego. It may sound silly, but even a hushed, snide remark will be enough to make him stay silent and brooding--the opposite of his usual optimism--for at least a few days. He likes to show off as well.
Likes: Sunsets, night, funny jokes, other optimists, acts of bravery, fireflies, stars.
Dislikes: PESSIMISTS, insults, fire, Snobbish people
Strengths: Telling jokes, lightening tension, running, basic combat
Good Weaknesses: He has a soft spot for romantic situations (A walk on a moonlit night, watching the stars, etc.)
Bad Weaknesses: Sensitive ego, afraid of fire, likes to show off, submissive.
History:
Dauphin was originally born a werewolf.
During his childhood Dauphin was a much-loved member within his family's pack with his younger brother, Paeris, always at his side. His parents were higher ranked scouts, and because of this, he had pretty much everything he could ever want. Having a knack for learning, Dauphin picked up on most things quicker than others of his age. Though because of this those within the pack would often compare him to his brother, Lyre, and say that he took after him not only when it came to learning, but also in looks.
Yes, they were almost identical when compared and if they had been born in the same litter some might’ve called them twins. Unfortunately, the two could only be compared through remembrance and not actually in person, as Dauphin's older brother disappeared shortly after he was brought into this world.
Upon hearing the news of Lyre's disappearance, many of the members sank into sorrow believing that Lyre was now dead…each one feeling as if they had lost a valuable piece of themselves. To some that valuable piece was a lost friend, a lost lover or crush, but above all else a loss of a promising leader. It was only until Dauphin was released from the confinements of the den that a flitter of hope entered their eyes and hearts again.
Almost immediately, they noticed the similarities in appearance and personality. It was as if they were reliving the very moment Lyre had been released from the secure den and it delighted each and every one of them even the male’s mother. Dauphin was certain that if his father were still healthy at that point in that that it would probably even fill him with a large amount of happiness. It was as if instead of Lyre's death, Dauphin had died before he truly even lived.
As time passed however, and autumn slipped into winter, Dauphin found himself no longer able to carry on with his previous display. Though when he tried to explain that he wanted to live his own life and finally step out of the dead Lyre's paws…no one would listen.
That was however until he himself disappeared into the mountains...
Ritual:
Swiveling hips and a sinuous rib cage characterize Dauphin's dance for the leader. Each footstep created a sexy, energetic rhythm with beats and accents meant for those pulse-stopping dips and turns. He turned twice, gave a spin, and fell on his knees in a bow before the great figure of authority before him; his eyes peered up in pure submission, greenish irises filled with the odd joy that always permeated everything he did or touched. Hope also flooded his expression, and he smiled wide.
"Please." he begged on his knees, which were filthy and dusted with dirt and dried blood, "I will do whatever you may require of me, Alpha, please. I cannot keep running from my old pack. I wish only to stop running and be at your service." Dauphin, bowed his head humbly in respect for the powerful leader.
"Whatever you ask."
We are the pack!