Profile of Carys: Quick Facts
Played By: Lullaby
Basic Info
Full Name: Carys Amare Tovare
Subspecies: Wolfdog (75% Eastern Timber Wolf, 25% Finnish Spitz)
Sex: Female
Age: 1.3 (April 15, 2013)
Birthplace: Veiled Woodlands
Subspecies: Wolfdog (75% Eastern Timber Wolf, 25% Finnish Spitz)
Sex: Female
Age: 1.3 (April 15, 2013)
Birthplace: Veiled Woodlands
At a Glance
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Profile of Carys: Details
Appearance
<div align=justify><font color=#7B3F00><font face=georgia><font color=#4D3D2D><i>Runt. Youthful. Feminine. Spitz. </i></font>Carys was a child that could only be described as a runt of her litter, never being the first puppy to be chosen. With that it can be said that she is quite small when it comes into to comparison with other canines, easily mistaken as a yearling rather than an adult of her species. Even with her small and compact frame, her appearance gives off an illusion of lengthy legs. As if to fool those into thinking she is taller than she actually is, ending in petite paws that allow easier changes in direction but difficulty in balance. Though small she has an advantage to agility, brining in unseen muscles that are focused on her legs rather than the rest of her physique. Allowing her to have a greater speed than those that may fight better than she. To add to her already feminine frame is a sharply wound tail that was inherited from her biological mother. This domestic styled member curls over her back with a fan-like flair to her fluffed out fur, always in such a curled position it is rare to see if fall from this. Mainly because its almost impossible for her to do.
<br><br><font color=#4D3D2D><i>Cinnamon. Brown Pepper. Salt. Rust. Sand.</i></font> Most are descriptions of a spice but in the case of this child they are perfect words to describe her coloration. A gentle roll of sand, cream pigmentation, would be a perfect way to sketch out her underbelly. From her legs to her cheeks, she is covered in a light coloration. Her top coat is a different story, a sharp shake of cinnamon maybe three shakes. Enough to cover her body in a downy coat of the spice, from her nose to her tail tip. One marking stands out, a hard sketch of lines extending from just below her eyes. Next ingredient is a dashed of salt and a pinch of deep brown pepper, sprinkling her shoulders and tail base with a mixture of the two. The last color that clings to her is a pigment similar to that of rust on a steel pipe, touching only her ears to add a small flare.
<br><br><i><font color=#4D3D2D>Florescent. Expressive. Chocolate milk.</font></i> A gentle swipe of the brush, and we finish the picture. From a glance the paint looks like a shade of brown, dull as a rock. Yet look again and the brighter flecks of the paint will show through, a gentle shade of brown only described as chocolate milk. A window to her soul, draped with her emotions. Every fragment of light seems to bounce off of her optics, sometimes making them look lighter than before.
<br><Br><font color=#4D3D2D><i>Scarred sense of smell.</i></font> If that was not enough to add to the painted canvas, two jagged lines will be added to her ebony sniffer. Something that causes a unique discovery when a short burst of venom clings to your senses, all from a blur of curiosity. This causes her sense of smell to be a little <i>off</i>, creating an abstract way of taking it all in. It creates flavor like smells rather than normal scent marking or floral arrangement, everything has a different form of smell that others could not think of.
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<div style="font-family: georgia;font-size: 15px; padding-cetner: 10px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; margin: auto;"> <span style="text-transform: lowercase; color: #c49d76;" title="under carriage">#C49D76</span> <span style="text-transform: lowercase; color: #7B3F00;" title="topcoat">#7B3F00</span> <span style="text-transform: lowcase; color: #4d3d2d;" title="markings">#4D3D2D</span> <span style="text-transform: lowercase; color: #8d3601;" title="ears">#8D3601</span> <span style="text-transform: lowercase; color: #5c3e2a;" title="eyes">#5C3E2A</span></center></div>
<br><br><font color=#4D3D2D><i>Cinnamon. Brown Pepper. Salt. Rust. Sand.</i></font> Most are descriptions of a spice but in the case of this child they are perfect words to describe her coloration. A gentle roll of sand, cream pigmentation, would be a perfect way to sketch out her underbelly. From her legs to her cheeks, she is covered in a light coloration. Her top coat is a different story, a sharp shake of cinnamon maybe three shakes. Enough to cover her body in a downy coat of the spice, from her nose to her tail tip. One marking stands out, a hard sketch of lines extending from just below her eyes. Next ingredient is a dashed of salt and a pinch of deep brown pepper, sprinkling her shoulders and tail base with a mixture of the two. The last color that clings to her is a pigment similar to that of rust on a steel pipe, touching only her ears to add a small flare.
<br><br><i><font color=#4D3D2D>Florescent. Expressive. Chocolate milk.</font></i> A gentle swipe of the brush, and we finish the picture. From a glance the paint looks like a shade of brown, dull as a rock. Yet look again and the brighter flecks of the paint will show through, a gentle shade of brown only described as chocolate milk. A window to her soul, draped with her emotions. Every fragment of light seems to bounce off of her optics, sometimes making them look lighter than before.
<br><Br><font color=#4D3D2D><i>Scarred sense of smell.</i></font> If that was not enough to add to the painted canvas, two jagged lines will be added to her ebony sniffer. Something that causes a unique discovery when a short burst of venom clings to your senses, all from a blur of curiosity. This causes her sense of smell to be a little <i>off</i>, creating an abstract way of taking it all in. It creates flavor like smells rather than normal scent marking or floral arrangement, everything has a different form of smell that others could not think of.
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<div class="category"><center>Hex Colors</div>
<div style="font-family: georgia;font-size: 15px; padding-cetner: 10px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; margin: auto;"> <span style="text-transform: lowercase; color: #c49d76;" title="under carriage">#C49D76</span> <span style="text-transform: lowercase; color: #7B3F00;" title="topcoat">#7B3F00</span> <span style="text-transform: lowcase; color: #4d3d2d;" title="markings">#4D3D2D</span> <span style="text-transform: lowercase; color: #8d3601;" title="ears">#8D3601</span> <span style="text-transform: lowercase; color: #5c3e2a;" title="eyes">#5C3E2A</span></center></div>
Personality
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<font color=#4D3D2D><i>Insecure. Shy. Submissive. Quiet.</i></font> A shameless way to put it is to say Carys can come off as a rather timid personality, always unsure if it is in turn to speak or keep quiet. To most it could be called a good quality, often never speaking unless spoken to. A traditional mark in the old time for the female sex, it causes her to be skipped over in a crowd. Insecurities care a stump to a toe, an origin of her shy mask. Insecure of her appearance, of her abilities as a canine. She tries to not be put in the golden glare of a spotlight, rather to hang in the back and be unnoticed. Shying away from those both taller and louder than herself, never quiet making friends all that easily because of this and yet she came come off as an overly quirky wolf.
<br><br><font color=#4D3D2D><i>Curious. Playful. Trinkets.</i></font> The simple saying of “curiosity killed the cat” is not lost on her, always sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. Asking questions you just do not ask, always overlooking the 'red flags' that could save her. A child of flowers and anything that catches her eye. She will often pluck a flower or take a shining trinket to keep in her den, always coveting those "pretty things". Things like her wolf renouned “Puppy-in action- spells” are something she tends to get without even thinking, where all reason goes out the window and all she cares to do is play a simple came of you-can’t-catch me, or tackle the nearest person.
<br><br><font color=#4D3D2D><i>Obsessive Compulsive.</i></font> A simple description of her Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is to simply say, even numbers and cleanliness. It could be called a bad trait, an annoyance in her mind. The revolvement around the even digits is that she has a habit that causes her to count her steps in groups of fours: <i>One. Two. Three. Four.</i> It has to happen like that, if she has to stop at three, or even one, a whine of displeasure will escape her and another step will be taken no matter how close she has to get to someone or the edge of a pond. Her bites are often in sets of two, and any group of flowers will be picked in even digits. Cleanliness, it’s an obsessive habit as well, whether it be her own well kept fur or someone else’s she has the urge to clean. To the point she will not even ask permission, a bad move most of the time.
<br><br><font color=#4D3D2D><i>Gentle. Overly Affectionate. Helpful. Fisher.</i></font> Carys is a very kind soul, a gentle creature that wishes to never cause pain to another of her species. A girl that will always try to smile rather than bring another down in the dumps with her, but discomfort is often an expression on her face. Affectionate to the point of annoyance or displeasure, she was never taught it was wrong. She will more often than not invade another’s personal bubble of space, whether it be give a simple hug-like gesture, or nipping at another even if they are not her significant other. This child is skilled in the art of fishing as well as herbal remedies, she will offer her services to anyone in need dispite any repercussions it will have on her!
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<font color=#4D3D2D><i>Insecure. Shy. Submissive. Quiet.</i></font> A shameless way to put it is to say Carys can come off as a rather timid personality, always unsure if it is in turn to speak or keep quiet. To most it could be called a good quality, often never speaking unless spoken to. A traditional mark in the old time for the female sex, it causes her to be skipped over in a crowd. Insecurities care a stump to a toe, an origin of her shy mask. Insecure of her appearance, of her abilities as a canine. She tries to not be put in the golden glare of a spotlight, rather to hang in the back and be unnoticed. Shying away from those both taller and louder than herself, never quiet making friends all that easily because of this and yet she came come off as an overly quirky wolf.
<br><br><font color=#4D3D2D><i>Curious. Playful. Trinkets.</i></font> The simple saying of “curiosity killed the cat” is not lost on her, always sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. Asking questions you just do not ask, always overlooking the 'red flags' that could save her. A child of flowers and anything that catches her eye. She will often pluck a flower or take a shining trinket to keep in her den, always coveting those "pretty things". Things like her wolf renouned “Puppy-in action- spells” are something she tends to get without even thinking, where all reason goes out the window and all she cares to do is play a simple came of you-can’t-catch me, or tackle the nearest person.
<br><br><font color=#4D3D2D><i>Obsessive Compulsive.</i></font> A simple description of her Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is to simply say, even numbers and cleanliness. It could be called a bad trait, an annoyance in her mind. The revolvement around the even digits is that she has a habit that causes her to count her steps in groups of fours: <i>One. Two. Three. Four.</i> It has to happen like that, if she has to stop at three, or even one, a whine of displeasure will escape her and another step will be taken no matter how close she has to get to someone or the edge of a pond. Her bites are often in sets of two, and any group of flowers will be picked in even digits. Cleanliness, it’s an obsessive habit as well, whether it be her own well kept fur or someone else’s she has the urge to clean. To the point she will not even ask permission, a bad move most of the time.
<br><br><font color=#4D3D2D><i>Gentle. Overly Affectionate. Helpful. Fisher.</i></font> Carys is a very kind soul, a gentle creature that wishes to never cause pain to another of her species. A girl that will always try to smile rather than bring another down in the dumps with her, but discomfort is often an expression on her face. Affectionate to the point of annoyance or displeasure, she was never taught it was wrong. She will more often than not invade another’s personal bubble of space, whether it be give a simple hug-like gesture, or nipping at another even if they are not her significant other. This child is skilled in the art of fishing as well as herbal remedies, she will offer her services to anyone in need dispite any repercussions it will have on her!
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Profile of Carys: Additional Information
Registered on July 22, 2014, last visited August 11, 2014, 06:42 PM
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