by ❌ DYNAMIGHT ❌ » Fri Dec 14, 2012 3:26 am
Name:
LEILA
A Hewbrew name meaning a dark beauty
Pen:
4
What will you use it for:
As always she would be you for RP though I will also care for her and make her the object of my drawings and maybe even put her into the book that I plan on writing over winter break.
Why do you want it:
You guys are such amazing artist and she is absolutely no exception! I love the colors used and how well they blend in together. I also like how she has a bit of white, like a place fore hope in a dark world.
Personality:
She is more of the strong and silent type than anything. She doesn’t like to draw attention to herself no matter who it’s from though she especially dislikes it from strangers. She is more comfortable with what she knows and what is known than what needs to be discovered. Being partially shy she doesn’t have many friends tough the once she does have she is fiercely loyal to and will stand up for them if the need arise. Around those that she knows well she comes to life, with a smile on her face and her heart almost glowing she will seem to make a full transformation. She thrives when in an environment where people don’t judge her or try to pull her out of her elements of darkness. Well I guess it really isn’t darkness, just shadows. She likes to sit back and watch others, get to know them almost before she ever has to meet them. She is very quiet and with her almost misty grey and black coat she is good at blending in with her surroundings. Overall she is: strong, quite, reserved, kind, observative, mellow, and misunderstood.
History:
I have my reasons for being the ways that I am, we all do and none of us deserve to be judges until the jury knows our history. I was born to a little of four but in ended up being only me and my brother… sis died, my other brother I held no interest in as he seemed too high and mighty, dad didn’t care, and mom- well she was beside herself with grief to notice she still had three perfectly healthy children alive and kicking. The two of us pretty much had to fend for ourselves for the most part of our lives. We depended on each other, we had the others back, we were best friends and confidants… but then he went hunting… and didn’t return. There was a great snowstorm that night that whipped all traces of anything away and left the world barn of landmarks.
I searched for him for days, my paws bled and my heart broke, I couldn’t find even the slightest sign of my brother. I felt lost without him and for several more days I just wondered around with no direction at all, I had forgotten myself and even the basic necessities of life. I refused to eat and horrible nightmares kept me from sleeping. In the end it was insomnia that caused me to crawl into the den.
I crawled into a medium sized den in rocks without a care as to who actually lived there; turns out I had nothing to fear. The figure just inside its confines was familure to me, it was my brother! Only he didn’t move, neither did his chest rise and fall with breath. My brother was dead.
After that I would have had no will to live were it not for the thought of how he would have yelled at me should I give up. Even in death my brother was my guardian and my light. I returned home evaded my parents, and tried to keep living, I tried to make friend- with minimum success- and above all I kept his memory alive. Every year I return to that cave and lay a blue flower on the spot where I found his body. Maybe one day I’ll see him again, but for now I have to live enough for the both of us.
Other:
Oh i really hope I get her, this is my 3rd attempt at getting my first Crystinalian.
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❌ DYNAMIGHT ❌ on Sat Dec 15, 2012 3:48 am, edited 2 times in total.
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