Username: ~ Dawn ~
Pup Number: 1 The Hawk Yona
Nickname: Snake| Yon|Yoni
Gender: Female
Personality: She is creative, resourceful and intellectually quick. Good at a broad range of things and enjoys debating issues and into "one-upmanship". Yona is generally outspoken and assertive and has an excellent ability to understand concepts and apply logic to find solutions.
History Demons were once angles, they’ve just fallen to far to ever go back. ~ Hawk
Yona's mother died when she was a young pup, as a result she doesn't remember her mother at all. Her father was a woodsman and after her mother's death, he would often go to the forest. Gone for weeks, even months a few occasions, at a time, usually leaving her with one of the village women. A few years later, Yona's father started to take his daughter with him. He taught her the ways of the forest, how to hunt, to move throughout the woods without making a sound or leaving a trace. She was a quick study, happy to be spending time with her father and wanting to make him proud. He started to call her his little angel and Yona couldn't be happier. Her life was changed drastically though, when he father was injured by a wild bore. Unable to hunt anymore, he was forced to retire early. Yona though, kept going out to hunt, to help pay the bills and to make her father proud. Years later, she came back from her hunt to find her village burned to the ground. There were no survivors. Vowing vengeance on the ones who did this, she ran away to the forest to begin her training.
Accessories:Yona wears a cloak to help her blend into the forest. She also has a knife strapped to her back leg as well as a bow and arrow that she will sling over her back. She has a small pouch on her front left leg where she keeps a small knife and several small arrows that she can shot with her bow or throw as darts.
http://tinypic.com/r/2udupo8/5 Story: See below
What will you use it for? I will use her for rps with friends and continue her and Devlin's story. (sometime in the future she has to become "Auntie" Yona to Devlin's future kids) I'll also get art of her, by herself and with Devlin, as well as do some sketches of them in my notebook.
Username: ~ Dawn ~
Pup Number: 3
The White Knight errr...Squire
Devlin
Nickname:
Dev
Gender:
Male
Personality:
He is quietly forceful, original and sensitive. He sticks to things until they are done. Devlin is extremely intuitive about people and concerned for their feelings (although he tries to hide it). He has a well-developed value systems which he strictly adheres to. He is individualistic, rather than leading or following.
[History:
One of the first things Devlin remembers his parents telling him, was that he was adopted. They never mentioned his birth parents and he never really asked. Sure he was curious, but these were his parents, the ones who raised him, taught him right from wrong. He didn’t really care about someone who didn’t want him. While he knew his parents weren’t rich, he never considered them poor either. He was happy, he had a “sister” to play with and he always had food, why shouldn’t he be happy? The other children that he knew where just like him, maybe every once in a while one would get some cool new toy, but he rarely felt jealous. Why should he, when those of the village shared? His happiness did not last long for though. When he and his sister where playing by the edge of the field, they stumbled upon a snake, or rather, his sister did. Devlin tried to get her to back away from the snake slowly, but she was frozen in fear. He could only watch as his little sister was stuck by the poisonous snake. What happened next was just a blur to Devlin. He remembers bits and piece of the funeral, of the days and weeks following. He was no longer a child now, expected to work in the fields along with his father as well as help bring in meat from the forest. He was afraid that this would be his fate, working the fields until his old age, never being able to go out and see the world. His world was changed drastically again when several years later the white knight came to his small village, seeking a squire and surprising the whole village when he picked Devlin.
Accessories:
Devlin has some of the armor from the white knight. Just the chest plate, gauntlets and some armor on the back of his legs. He has a short sword strapped to his hind leg as well as a small dagger on his front right leg.
Story:
See below
What will you use it for?
I will rp him with a good friend of mine and continue his story with Yona. I'll be getting art of him with his armor as well as art of him with Yona. Plus i plan on sketching him in my notebook during my free time.
Devlin struggled with the bonds tried tightly around his body, the armor he was wearing clinking together in his struggle. Oh how he wished he wasn't wearing the armor right now, but it was the White Knight's duty to rid the forest road of the Hawk and because of the White Knight's untimely death, it fell to him, squire of the White Knight, to complete the task. "Well well," said a smooth voice to his left. "Seems like I caught myself the White Knight." Devlin turned his to look at Hawk and was shocked when he found out that the great Hawk, the one whose name had been whispered in fear, was actually a female. He was thankful that the helmet covered his face to hide his surprise, never let the enemy know what you're think, one of the top rules to always remember. Hawk looked at him with a bemused look on her face. "Surprised I'm a girl?" she grinned. "No use denying it, everyone is. At first it was annoying but then I realized, no one would pay any attention to me if they happened to find me. They would just think I was so poor lost girl in the woods." She chuckled. "They never knew what hit them." She narrowed her eyes. "But you, you came here to capture me, to bring me to that fail system of yours." She began to circle Devlin slowly, her eyes staring at him, unblinking. He now knows why some of the survivors, the ones who had gone mad, had mumbled out words about a snake, for she was one. More of a snake than a hawk. He started to hyperventilate, the helmet on his head starting to feel like it was crushing down on him. He knew he was over reacting, knew it was foolish, he had no reason to panic like this. A sudden, sharp pain in his left arm startling him out of his thoughts. His breathing start slow down and he no longer felt closed in by the armor. He looked down at his arm where blood was slowly dripping from a small cut between the armor plates. Devlin looked up at Hawk there was a look of....concern on her face that was gone so fast, Devlin thought he had imagined it. "Aww, is the wittle knight scared of being captured?" she teased cruelly. "Let's see what what's under this helmet than." she said with a sly smile, quickly and effectively removing the helmet from his face. She blinked a few times in surprise once she saw his face. " You're the White Night? Really? You little thing?" She tilted her head to the side. "And what were you going to do? Hurt me?" she teased. "A little scrawny thing like you?" She poked him roughly in the chest. "I think not." Devlin growled quietly. "So what, the white knight didn't think I was worth the trouble?" She pulled out a knife. "Maybe I should send you back to him in pieces so he knows not to underestimate me again." She touched the edge of the blade just enough so it pricked her skin. "Good luck with that." Devlin snarled. "Oh? Why is that? He doesn't care about you?" she said with mock surprise. "No, because the White Knight is dead!" he growled. The Hawk's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could say anything, a nearby bell started to ring softly. She smiled, "Looks like we have guests. Let's see who has decided to come and interrupt us, shall we." Before Devlin could say anything, she had wrapped a cloth around his muzzle, silencing him.
