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●Basic information●●Username● Hello, I'm
SpeednGrace. Most people call me Speed, Speedy, Gracie or Grace for short. None are my real name just my username for ChickenSmoothie.
I'm a young girl who lives in Britain. I love to draw and create art. I also love to read and role play. I have a black and white greyhound call Lucy and 2 rabbits, though ones my brother's. The rabbits are harlequin dwarf lop mixes and are called Willow and Bramble (Willow's my one). Willow's a girl, whereas Bramble's a boy.
●Kennel Number● 44●Why do you want this character?● I love her unique design. I believe the design really stands out and when I saw the picture a story came into my head, that I'd been working on. It hadn't seemed to be working well with my other character though the role really fits this one. Furthermore, I love her pattern so much. I believe it would be quite fun to draw her and also the way she tilts her head in that picture reminds me of when Lucy begs me for a treat with her big, wide-eyed, puppy face. Also she would be amazing to do breedings with, thanks to her unique style.
●Where will you use it and what for?● I will use her in fantasy animal role-plays mostly but since I have a love for art there will probably be quiet a bit of art of her. I have deviant art and I've created a page for all my adoptables and characters. I'm trying to get more characters so I can enter a more fast majority of role-plays, so when I saw her, I was extremely excited. I do both traditional art and digital art or a mix of both. Since I prefer to draw lines free-hand than on a computer. Also I'd use her for breedings. Also she'd sit perfectly in my character page. Here's the
link.
▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏● Name ● Patchwork Dancer
● Pup Name ● Dancer
● Adult Name Name ● Patchwork Dancer
● Nickname ● Tiny Dancer
● Age● 14 months
● Breed ● Wolf
● Personality●She's the runt of the litter, in the group of triplets. She however was the only one out of them to make the treacherous journey from her old clan to here. She's extremely loyal to her pack and friends. Never leaving their sides if their in need of help or through difficult times. She would die for her pack if needs be. She believes she owes this new pack of her's, so she will do anything to repay them back for their kindness. She is as gentle as a feather. She never tries to hurt anyone so has become extremely gentle both physically and in the way she talks to others.
She doesn't like others to feel picked on or hurt in anyway by others, like the way she was treated in her old pack, so she will stick up for them but in a clever way that means that she doesn't make the situation worst. She is normally the voice of reason in any argument or dilemma. She has learn't to heal quickly and has used this to help others in her new found position as healer. She has become good at it over the years thanks to a lot of practice. She has had to learn to overcome trauma and adversities because of the way she was treated in her old pack. She has had to learn to not to forget the past but to overcome it like to overcome fears, so live the happy life that she lives today. She believes if she forgets about it, it will never truly go away and sit at the back of her mind, looming it's way to the front. She has always believed in hope, even if sometimes it's never helped her. She loves to look on the bright side of things and hopes they'll come true. Never giving up on what she believes in, she's determined. She strives to prove herself worth to the pack and to be the best she can. However, this can lead to her to be, overly, competitive. She always brings herself down if she fails and will try to accomplish feats that are not possible for her to complete. She doesn't like to be beat and this can make her act a bit crabby for a few hours. Though she does quickly correct her mistakes. She doesn't like to own up to her mistakes and if you hear her do so, you probably won't here it again. She is extremely independent and doesn't like to ask for help. She doesn't take humility easily. This isn't a positive streak in her, for sure, but the thing is she doesn't really know she's doing it. Furthermore, she'll object to doing such things. She's extreme intelligent. She likes to use brain over brawn. She can be quite hostile to those she believes to be dim-witted. She doesn't normally judge others but those who really annoy her, should be careful. After she's got over her occasionally storms of fury, she's generally kind and loving. This is shown in the way she treats her patients and pack members. She treats them all equally and will give the same respect she gives her alpha to the omega. She doesn't care much for ranks but cares a lot about rules. She does everything by the book and hates/ fearful of straying away from them. Though she will stray from them if she believes them to be unfair and incorrect.
● Appearance Description● She's a small and slender physiques fae. She has soft brown eyes and silky black fur with a blue and pink patchwork markings for her tail, a blue patchwork marking for her left leg, a pink patchwork marking for her right leg and a heart marking on her chest. The right sides pin and the left blue. She also has a pink collarish marking round her neck and her right ears pink and her left blue. Furthermore she has a pink slash under and above her left eye and below that same eye three dots, the top middle is pink, the bottom left is blue and the bottom right is red. Finnally, her two back paws are a blue base, covered by a pink patchwork pattern. She also has one white front paw and a sort of ring shape around the same paw.
● Gender● Fae/ Female.
Fae is the term used normally by role-players to sex a wolf .ie. brute = male and fae = female.
●Rank● Healer
●Wanted Rank● Leader, she knows she'll never get it.
▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏●Kin● Stitchwork and Ballerina - Both are crossed out because they're deceased. More information about this will be in her history.
●Sexuality● Heterosexual
● Crush● none yet
●Mate● none yet
●Pups● none yet,
Open for breeding●History● She used to belong to another pack but something strange happened. No one knows what happened or why only she survived, she must of been just lucky. She was one of the pups of the Alpha of a rouge pack. The pack killed for fun and mistreated those they thought weak. She then left that hateful pack and joined a new one.
The day she was born:It was a rather warm but stormy day. Lightning danced around the sky, it looked like a bunch of pups playing around in the midnight sky. At quarter to four in the morning, the pup known as Dancer was born to the Alpha and his mate. Her mother was a simple black wolf with very few pink patterns. She was gentle but stern. She was the only one to smile as the runt was born, whereas the others just looked disappointed. She hummed softly to all the pups. she'd had two 3 hours before. Both were big with talons for claws and daggers for teeth. Then one big brute came over. He was a ginormous brown brute with electrifying bus markings. He looked proudly at the older pups. He then looked at Dancer, he's eyes filled with hate towards the pup.
A few weeks later:The three pups had decided to all open their eyes. They looked around eagerly. The two older pups were amazed by the sight but the younger one wasn't too sure. She cowarded beside her mother and whinnied quietly. The biggest of all of them was Stitchwork, he was a rusty coloured male with no markings. The second was Ballerina, she was a slender female but had claws and teeth like weapons, that could serve a whole army. Dancer though didn't have any of these and whereas Stitchwork and Ballerina looked like death itself, she looked like an adorable bundle of fluff. She was angered slightly by this. The pup looks up to see her mother nudge her and her siblings. The two others merrily pad out the safe den out onto the blood stained floor. The pup grimaced. She didn't want to go out there. She then heard a soft voice, her mother's, giving her words of comfort. The small pup bucked up the courage and stepped outside. Days of training came to follow.
Training:Dancer was nearly a year old. She was about several months off. She'd been through vigorous training and had to do horrible feats to stay in the pack. Even though she was still classed as a pup, she was considered the omega and had to do all the dirty work. She's been teased, pushed around and hurt by others in her pack. She'd been learning to fight and had become good at it since she started training when she should of been still acting like a pup and not an adult. She wasn't looking forward to her initiation or staying in this pack. No one was allowed to help her otherwise they'd be punished, well no one wanted to help her anyway, but her gentle mother helped her behind the Alpha's back. One day her mother approached her about a plan to teach this pack a lesson. Though it had something to do with humans, which was always a risky and unpredictable move. She was worried by it but also excited.
That fateful day:She'd decided to go with the plan with the help of her mother. Her mother would teach the Alpha a lesson, Dancer wasn't sure how she was going to do this, while she brought the humans, which happened to be hunters. They both woke up early in the morning and set out. Dancer was questioning every move she took, she didn't want to hurt anyone. However, her mother didn't question anything as she slipped deadly nightshades into the Alpha's pile of food. She was caught red-handed by Ballerina. The alpha immediately woke up and pinned dancer's mother down. At this time Dancer was running back to camp. She didn't want to continue with the plan so was going to run back and ask if there was anything else she could do. As she makes it to the top of the cliff, overlooking the camp. She hears a
crunch echo through the valley's. Her eyes blaze with anger. She steps back and runs towards the hunter's she gets there attention. She leads them towards the pack. She smiles as she dives out there way and as the hunter's take shots. She smiles before seeing a dancing light. One of the hunter's had been smoking and the butt was still lit. She smiled the grass was dry and the wind was perfect. She grabs it and chucks it into a bundle of dry grass at the mouth of the entrance. She hopped up on top off the cliff ad looked down. It was the only exit out and was now blocked by a raging fire. She watches through the night at her handy work before padding away. Never speaking of it again.
Half a year later to current day:She had been padding around the wild for what seemed like forever. She, however, one day came across a small camp with a small pack. at first they were slightly hostile towards her but calmed down in a matter of seconds. She was surprised by this and was willing to fight. But she didn't need to. She started out as a fighter, since that's all the other pack ever did except for the occasional hunt. Once she had joined the pack she was befriended by the healer. She was intrigued by what the wolf had to say and about healing. She'd listen for hours on end from what to do to all the different uses of herbs. She was doing pretty good as a fighter, she'd been in the pack for a few months now and was excelling, she'd been promoted to lead fighter. She was happy about her promotion but not completely. She was really just pleased because she'd been the weakest fighter in her old pack but here she was decent. But one day one of the wolves in her patrol was ambushed. From all those hours listening to the healer she realised the wounds inflicted on her pack mate where fatal and that the wolf wouldn't make it back to the den. She uses all of her knowledge and manages to save the wolf. From then on she decided she wanted to be a healer. She becomes an apprentice, sure she was much older than the other apprentices but she wanted to learn. Soon after she'd passed her training her friend, the healer passes away. She then is anointed as the new healer for the pack.
●Secrets● Her old awful pack mistreated her, she doesn't want this pack to also think of her as weak. Also she may of had the last laugh.
●Advantages● She's good at stealth attacks since she's light on her paws (she isn't called Dancer for nothing), medicine (of course since it's her profession), smart and fast.
●Disadvantages● Clumsy (this female has terrible balance but luckily there's been no medical accidents yet) , small (like I stated before she was the runt of the litter so she was the smallest and this was a big disadvantage to her against bigger foes, though she'll never back down) and quite weak (again being a runt has its down falls, her physique make her considerably weaker, she relies on her tactics to win a battle).
●Likes● Learning (she loves to learning about everything, expescially medicine) and proving herself worthy (she has always felt an outcast and always wants to prove that she isn't).
●Dislikes● Being teased and wolves who think their better than anyone else.
●Extra: Writing Evidence● Patchwork Dancer padded through the undergrowth, she was in search for some herbs to take back to camp. She'd had no luck so far. She'd been up for ages and dawn was nearing. She'd probably best be getting back to camp. She continued to marched on and delicately navigated her way over tree trunks. She heard a swoosh of air and ducked just in time to see a bird zoom over her head. She smiled at the birds funny tricks. She continued to pad on until she saw a bed of poppies. She swiftly padded over towards them. She started to pick up the seeds delicately in her mouth. She made sure not to chew on it or swallow it. She pads back to camp and sees a commotion. She rolls her soft brown eyes and pads to her den. She growls
"It's going to be one of those days", before placing the seeds she'd collected into piles. She was intrigued by the commotion and couldn't help but look out of her den. It was Lightning and Aurora fighting again. Both where the heirs of the Alpha and where both sisters. They had a brother but Ash tended to keep out of the way. Ash reminded her of her brother Stitchwork, however, the brute didn't act like him, only looked like him. She wasn't sure what the two siblings were quarrelling about this time but she knew who would win. It always start out with a heated debate, which in turn turned into a shouting battle and on occasion an actual fight. This time it had lead to an actually fight. She hears a squeal of pain and rushes out of her den. She rushes through the crowd. she was right, Aurora had lost. The small silver fae was cowering. While Lightning, a black fae with a blue lightning marking across her eye, stood smirking. She stood at Aurora's side and growled at Lightning. She said gently to Aurora
"Come on now Aurora." The silver fae leaps to her feat and hides behind Tiny Dancer. She hears Lightning remark
"Oh, what are you going to do healer." She swivels round on her heels and nips the young fae on her ear and shoves her over, she then, adding insult to injury, finished off by saying
"You should learn to respect others, pup." She noticed Lightning was trying to hide her pain by walking away. She rolled her eyes, later on Lightning would ask for her help after she'd lost part of her ever expanding ego. She didn't understand that youngster. She then turned round and smiled kindly at Aurora before barking to the other wolves
"Well you's should be ashamed of yourselves for just standing there, go on, get out of here." She watched the others scarper before taking Aurora back to the healer's den. She picked up some herbs and placed them on Aurora's wounds. She knew she Aurora wanted to ask her something or tell her something but she kept quiet. She would probably ask later. After awhile she noticed a small black figure pad up to her. She smiled warmly at Lightning. She heard the young fae whisper something that sounded like
sorry. The older fae nodded and went back to work, sorting through her piles of herbs. As soon as she'd finished she collapsed onto the ground and was about to have a rest. When a small field mouse scurries over the herbs knocking them out of place. She rolls her eyes and sets to fixing them again.
●Extra: Theme song/ Lyrics● Let me be your hero
Would you dance if I asked you to dance?
Would you run and never look back?
Would you cry if you saw me crying?
Would you save my soul tonight?...
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
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Hero by Enrique Iglesias●Extra: Art●
●Extra: Q&A●What’s your favorite colour? "Hmm... purple. I don't know why but it just reminds me of my mother."
What’s your favorite food? "Food, oh I'm not picky, but I guess squirrels."
What’s one of the scariest things you’ve ever done? "Oh I know, I mean I don't. Moving on to the next question." (That fateful day)
What accomplishment are you most proud of? "Hmm... oh I know, when I became a healer. I was so happy then."
What are some things that make you really happy? Making others smile and of course helping others."
Do you like to plan things out in detail or be spontaneous? "Detail. You can't just rush head first into things."
Do you have a favorite number? Any particular reason why you like that number? Yes, 44 but I'm not sure why. It just has a nice ring to it."
What embarrasses you? "Something that embarrasses me." *mumbles something inaudible* Hmm... humiliating myself and getting stuff wrong. See I admitted.
What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their personalities, I believe you can see it through there eyes. Anyway, don't judge a book by it's cover."
Do you think people can control their own destiny? *looks confused* Erm... never really thought about it, but I'd hope so."
Would you kill an innocent person if you thought it might mean saving a dozen other people? *looks horrified and glares* "What kind of question is that?" *mumbles something in audible* "No, I'd try to save them all. Since that is my job"
Would you rather be hated or forgotten? "Forgotten." *mumbles something that sounds like hated, that would be like my father, no I couldn't be that.*
●Codeword● ka--ching
