Username: InsaneSilverTabby~
Name: Rishenama
Nicknames: Rishy, Richy, Rich, Rin, Rish, Nama, Shina
Gender: Female
Age: 9 months
Looks/discription: Tan wolf with a lighter chest. She has a black collar type thing around her neck with a shell on it.
Pack: Fiero (I think thats how its spelled?)
Rank: Hunter
History: She was captured by humans at a young age and kept in captivity for the longest of times, until a young kitten urged her to leave and making her discover her true roots as a wolf.
Crush: None
Mate: None, but wants one at some point
Pups: None
Personality: Stubborn and proud. She likes to be independent and usually trys to stay out of people's ways. Mostly because of the fact that she doesn't like to be protected. She also is very hard on people who insult her and doesn't hesitate to take action. Rishy is a strong but foolish wolf and sometimes it can be a bad thing, but she is a raging fire that cannot be stopped and will never cease to be loyal to her pack.
Fears: She doesn't think she has any.
Weaknesses: Her old roots, she hates others insulting her about it. She is also bad at hunting.
Strengths: Her skills in fighting especially.
Siblings: None
Other:
Roleplay sample:
Rishy growled, her teeth bared in rage, "Don't you EVER talk to me about this again!" Her black claws tensed and her fur started standing up, eyes narrowed in fury. She raced off, paws thundering like hail on a cold and frozen lake. Her fur was buffeted by the wind and she had to close her eyes, snow was whirling fast around her and it would get in her eyes, stinging them. Rish's fur was covered in small flakes of the cold, white stuff and she would stop her trek to shake it off, which would be no use anyways because of the treacherous down pour of never ending snowflakes. Her breath came out in vivid white puffs of smoke and she growled, teeth clattering at the same time. She limped slowly over to a tree, her lungs felt like they were on fire because of the cold and she wheezed a couple of times. Rishy snarled, the branches and various needles of the tall, evergreen tree that spread over her wasn't very protective and snow kept falling off the branches and hitting her in the head. She finally gave into the cold and nestled into the snow and against the tree, imagining that this would be her final few breaths.