Post by Cymopoleia on Sept 2, 2011 16:30:44 GMT -5
Cymopoleia
" On the Cusp of Insanity, and Loving Every Minute of It! "
the basics,
»»character full name:Cymopoleia/Cymmie
»»age:4 years
»»gender:Female
»»sexual orientation:Heterosexual
»»position:Alpha
»»Breed:Husky
»»corruption:Infected
»»alliance:Hated
»»powers:Rage:Her powers stem from the blood of other dogs, in other words it is a Shadow power. Once she has a taste she goes into a rage and her strength and speed heighten. She tends to kill whatever is within reach though and after each rage she can't move. And it is said when she devours the body of her victims after she uses her powers she heals most small wounds because she eats their souls.
the appearance,
»»eyes:Dark Amber
»»markings:A silver chain around her neck, bite marks on her left shoulder
»»height:18 inches at the shoulder
»»weight:30 lbs.
»»general appearance: Cymmie is a husky, pure in breed, and definitely looks it. With the long and powerful legs of her breed and strong yet slender build. Her tail curls up over her back and tends to curl more tightly if she is excited or angered. Her coloring is striking is how beautiful and different the colors are from each other. She is a pure white on her belly and legs, along with her chin and under-tail. Her chest is also the bright white, while the rest of her is a deep black, the color of pitch. She has a saddle that spreads down her upper half of her legs, both front and back, and it also goes out to the tip of her tail. The top of her head and nose is colored the darker color, along with her neck and the outer parts of her ears.
Cymmie's eyes are a deep amber color, bright with flares of life and emotion. Her paws are somewhat small for her breed, yet still large compared to most dogs. They give her sure footing in any type of terrain, with thick pads that protect her from almost anything save from sharp glass and rough stone. On her neck is a silver chain and a deep scar of bite wounds mark her left shoulder.
Her over all appearance is usually clean and powerful. She carries herself with a sense of pride and strength when she walks. Something that says she is someone who can be leaned on in times of crisis, but otherwise shouldn't be asked to do things that she finds petty.
the personality,
»»likes: dog meat, flirting, pain, danger, running
»»dislikes: berries, silence, puppies, Favoreds
»»strengths: The Rage: Her powers make her extremely fomidable during a fight.
Size: Dogs tend to underestimate her because of her small stature, which is stupid to do with any Alpha.
»»weaknesses:Thirst: Her thirst for blood and hunger for dog meat is definitely a weakness because she loses her head often enough and few dogs trust her because of it.
Fear of love: It makes it hard to learn to trust anyone when you fear any form of relationship besides the pack's.
»»secrets: She killed her lover Eros and his mate.
»»general personality: This dog is a tempest like that of the sea. Her emotions are a roller coaster and are so unpredictable it could make you dizzy because of how quickly they turn about. The issue with her being emotional is she has no control over her temper and she is likely to strike out against who is making her angry. Her emotions have gotten worst since she was "betrayed" by Eros and was infected. Since the betrayal she has also become a lot more dangerous to herself, she keeps going into a downward spiral that she will end up hurting herself in, she has an addiction to adrenaline and is quite the masochist. Because of the betrayal she now has a fear of love, she has no intention of falling in love, though she does sometimes yearn for it. She trusts only those who are close to her, she is friendly to others in the pack but is likely to ignore those who are not from the Hated. She flirts with the best of them, though if they want more than just a fun time she runs in the opposite direction.
She is proud and slightly vain, she will simply smile when someone tells her she looks good that day, or nod. She agrees with all they say and knows she looks good. The only thing she is especially conscious of is the scar around her shoulder that causes her fur to grow strangely. Her voice is slightly low and she is considered an alto. She will sing beautifully, but only when she is by herself, for it is one of the few things she is self-conscious of. She loves running and feeling the pounding of her heart with her paws. It calms her and causes her to go into some sort of a trance, though she is aware of other things she usually ignores them unless she is running for a reason. She likes fresh meat, rabbits especially and dog.
Since her first taste of dog she has become addicted to it and often will hunt down dogs just to eat them. She usually doesn't hunt those within her own pack but if she hasn't eaten a dog for a month it is often too hard for her to ignore the desire for their flesh. No one is safe from her jaws.
Dirt is something she doesn't like, not necessarily when it's just on the ground. It's just when she gets dirty herself, so she is constantly avoiding mud and making trips to water to wash up.
the history,
»»mother: Tiara (dead)
»»father: Fireze (dead)
»»siblings: none
»»others: Eros
»»background: Cymmie was born to the Alphas of the pack. She was meant to take over. She was a Hated, born infected and meant to be infected for the rest of her life. The only hate in her life she feels is toward the God who had forsaken her and to a young Favored male named Eros. She watched as the virus destroyed the family she loved as her father had a taste for blood after being driven insane by the rabies. Her mother died trying to save her one year old daughter, killing her father in the process.
It was after all that, that Cymmie became the leader of the and then Eros walked into her life. Now Favoreds and Hateds were not supposed to intermix, but something about his cocky swagger and proud voice made her swoon. She was young though, and naive. He began to court her. She never thought it was possible for a Favored to love a Hated. So she fell head over heels in love with the dog. They were interrupted during one of their meetings however by his betrothed mate, Gaia.
Cymmie was confused at first, she didn't know what was going on. Until she realized with painful clarity that it was all a . Eros was playing with both their hearts and it did so much damage to her. An insanity that had been shoved into the deep recesses of her mind, one that an infected could only harbor, erupted in her brain. She attacked Eros without any warning and killed him. With the taste of blood on her tongue she went into a frenzy, her strength doubling and speed reaching quicker than should be possible. She turned on the mate this time, easily ripping her apart.
Afterward though she was exhausted, she could barely move and the muscles in her body screamed in pain. Now she knew her powers though. Which she never knew before. She went back to the pack like nothing happened, now she was ready to rule, insanity had called her to it's side and she stayed there like an obedient servant.
the player,
»»alias:Cymmie, Cy, Cym
»»age: 19 almost 20
»»contact: hawkfrosta; aim pm me hawkfrosta@hotmail.com; msn hawkfrosta@aol.com; email
»»rp sample:
Password:~Admin Edit~
How did you find us?:Made the site
" On the Cusp of Insanity, and Loving Every Minute of It! "
the basics,
»»character full name:Cymopoleia/Cymmie
»»age:4 years
»»gender:Female
»»sexual orientation:Heterosexual
»»position:Alpha
»»Breed:Husky
»»corruption:Infected
»»alliance:Hated
»»powers:Rage:Her powers stem from the blood of other dogs, in other words it is a Shadow power. Once she has a taste she goes into a rage and her strength and speed heighten. She tends to kill whatever is within reach though and after each rage she can't move. And it is said when she devours the body of her victims after she uses her powers she heals most small wounds because she eats their souls.
the appearance,
»»eyes:Dark Amber
»»markings:A silver chain around her neck, bite marks on her left shoulder
»»height:18 inches at the shoulder
»»weight:30 lbs.
»»general appearance: Cymmie is a husky, pure in breed, and definitely looks it. With the long and powerful legs of her breed and strong yet slender build. Her tail curls up over her back and tends to curl more tightly if she is excited or angered. Her coloring is striking is how beautiful and different the colors are from each other. She is a pure white on her belly and legs, along with her chin and under-tail. Her chest is also the bright white, while the rest of her is a deep black, the color of pitch. She has a saddle that spreads down her upper half of her legs, both front and back, and it also goes out to the tip of her tail. The top of her head and nose is colored the darker color, along with her neck and the outer parts of her ears.
Cymmie's eyes are a deep amber color, bright with flares of life and emotion. Her paws are somewhat small for her breed, yet still large compared to most dogs. They give her sure footing in any type of terrain, with thick pads that protect her from almost anything save from sharp glass and rough stone. On her neck is a silver chain and a deep scar of bite wounds mark her left shoulder.
Her over all appearance is usually clean and powerful. She carries herself with a sense of pride and strength when she walks. Something that says she is someone who can be leaned on in times of crisis, but otherwise shouldn't be asked to do things that she finds petty.
the personality,
»»likes: dog meat, flirting, pain, danger, running
»»dislikes: berries, silence, puppies, Favoreds
»»strengths: The Rage: Her powers make her extremely fomidable during a fight.
Size: Dogs tend to underestimate her because of her small stature, which is stupid to do with any Alpha.
»»weaknesses:Thirst: Her thirst for blood and hunger for dog meat is definitely a weakness because she loses her head often enough and few dogs trust her because of it.
Fear of love: It makes it hard to learn to trust anyone when you fear any form of relationship besides the pack's.
»»secrets: She killed her lover Eros and his mate.
»»general personality: This dog is a tempest like that of the sea. Her emotions are a roller coaster and are so unpredictable it could make you dizzy because of how quickly they turn about. The issue with her being emotional is she has no control over her temper and she is likely to strike out against who is making her angry. Her emotions have gotten worst since she was "betrayed" by Eros and was infected. Since the betrayal she has also become a lot more dangerous to herself, she keeps going into a downward spiral that she will end up hurting herself in, she has an addiction to adrenaline and is quite the masochist. Because of the betrayal she now has a fear of love, she has no intention of falling in love, though she does sometimes yearn for it. She trusts only those who are close to her, she is friendly to others in the pack but is likely to ignore those who are not from the Hated. She flirts with the best of them, though if they want more than just a fun time she runs in the opposite direction.
She is proud and slightly vain, she will simply smile when someone tells her she looks good that day, or nod. She agrees with all they say and knows she looks good. The only thing she is especially conscious of is the scar around her shoulder that causes her fur to grow strangely. Her voice is slightly low and she is considered an alto. She will sing beautifully, but only when she is by herself, for it is one of the few things she is self-conscious of. She loves running and feeling the pounding of her heart with her paws. It calms her and causes her to go into some sort of a trance, though she is aware of other things she usually ignores them unless she is running for a reason. She likes fresh meat, rabbits especially and dog.
Since her first taste of dog she has become addicted to it and often will hunt down dogs just to eat them. She usually doesn't hunt those within her own pack but if she hasn't eaten a dog for a month it is often too hard for her to ignore the desire for their flesh. No one is safe from her jaws.
Dirt is something she doesn't like, not necessarily when it's just on the ground. It's just when she gets dirty herself, so she is constantly avoiding mud and making trips to water to wash up.
the history,
»»mother: Tiara (dead)
»»father: Fireze (dead)
»»siblings: none
»»others: Eros
»»background: Cymmie was born to the Alphas of the pack. She was meant to take over. She was a Hated, born infected and meant to be infected for the rest of her life. The only hate in her life she feels is toward the God who had forsaken her and to a young Favored male named Eros. She watched as the virus destroyed the family she loved as her father had a taste for blood after being driven insane by the rabies. Her mother died trying to save her one year old daughter, killing her father in the process.
It was after all that, that Cymmie became the leader of the and then Eros walked into her life. Now Favoreds and Hateds were not supposed to intermix, but something about his cocky swagger and proud voice made her swoon. She was young though, and naive. He began to court her. She never thought it was possible for a Favored to love a Hated. So she fell head over heels in love with the dog. They were interrupted during one of their meetings however by his betrothed mate, Gaia.
Cymmie was confused at first, she didn't know what was going on. Until she realized with painful clarity that it was all a . Eros was playing with both their hearts and it did so much damage to her. An insanity that had been shoved into the deep recesses of her mind, one that an infected could only harbor, erupted in her brain. She attacked Eros without any warning and killed him. With the taste of blood on her tongue she went into a frenzy, her strength doubling and speed reaching quicker than should be possible. She turned on the mate this time, easily ripping her apart.
Afterward though she was exhausted, she could barely move and the muscles in her body screamed in pain. Now she knew her powers though. Which she never knew before. She went back to the pack like nothing happened, now she was ready to rule, insanity had called her to it's side and she stayed there like an obedient servant.
the player,
»»alias:Cymmie, Cy, Cym
»»age: 19 almost 20
»»contact: hawkfrosta; aim pm me hawkfrosta@hotmail.com; msn hawkfrosta@aol.com; email
»»rp sample:
Cymmie was lying on one of the benches in the church. One of the few one's that hadn't been upturned. She was daydreaming, her eyes closed and her chest raising in a slow constant motion. She was half-asleep and her dreams were strange. Every sound affected her mind somehow, when there was a bark outside someone was barking in her dream, yelling at her and giving her orders. She was supposed to be hunting, but right now that could wait. Cymopoleia had hardly slept last night, nightmares of getting lost in the dark recesses of her mind had plagued her.
She was slipping further into sleep when the sudden bang of wood hitting wood jolted her from her slumber. She jumped ever so slightly and raised her head a few inches, until she heard a deep voice speaking. It seemed to be talking to someone, but Cymmie was unsure of who. Then as she inhaled she could tell there was only one dog, a male. The soft whimpers and whispered words spoke of anxiety. As did the sour scent of fear in his smell. Her lip curled and she rose before leaping down from the pew.
Her head swung back and forth as she chuckled, Cymmie was much smaller than the male dog, but she didn't seem to notice. She never seemed to notice size. Not unless it was her who was bigger than some other dog. Her eyes scanned the dog's form, a Shepard mix of some kind. He was far too big to be pure bred and his head was slightly wrong. His last words reached her as she came around the end of the bench and she said, "You won't go to Hell. If there is one that is, if you believe what the human's believe animals don't go to the place in the sky or Hell. Supposedly we don't have souls or something. Or so that's what my humans used to say."
She shook her body, fixing her sleep mussed fur. The chain around her neck clinked. Her humans had been devote Christians and she would catch snippets of their conversations every now and then and from what she understood their God was far too judgmental. Not giving animals souls was unfair considering they took up most of the world. But perhaps the humans were wrong, perhaps the God was kind enough to give the animals that energy and give them access to heaven or Hell. Maybe, it went as far as the humans were the ones without souls. It certainly seemed like it to Cymmie, sometimes.
She was slipping further into sleep when the sudden bang of wood hitting wood jolted her from her slumber. She jumped ever so slightly and raised her head a few inches, until she heard a deep voice speaking. It seemed to be talking to someone, but Cymmie was unsure of who. Then as she inhaled she could tell there was only one dog, a male. The soft whimpers and whispered words spoke of anxiety. As did the sour scent of fear in his smell. Her lip curled and she rose before leaping down from the pew.
Her head swung back and forth as she chuckled, Cymmie was much smaller than the male dog, but she didn't seem to notice. She never seemed to notice size. Not unless it was her who was bigger than some other dog. Her eyes scanned the dog's form, a Shepard mix of some kind. He was far too big to be pure bred and his head was slightly wrong. His last words reached her as she came around the end of the bench and she said, "You won't go to Hell. If there is one that is, if you believe what the human's believe animals don't go to the place in the sky or Hell. Supposedly we don't have souls or something. Or so that's what my humans used to say."
She shook her body, fixing her sleep mussed fur. The chain around her neck clinked. Her humans had been devote Christians and she would catch snippets of their conversations every now and then and from what she understood their God was far too judgmental. Not giving animals souls was unfair considering they took up most of the world. But perhaps the humans were wrong, perhaps the God was kind enough to give the animals that energy and give them access to heaven or Hell. Maybe, it went as far as the humans were the ones without souls. It certainly seemed like it to Cymmie, sometimes.
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How did you find us?:Made the site