Name: Ink
Gender: Female
Dog/Wolf: Wolf
Age: 26 moons
Affiliate: Kestrel follower
Rank: Beta
Appearance:
Personality: Cold, efficient, a trained killer. Ink has absolutely no passion within her. It's not that she hates everything, it's that she loves nothing. She is intellectual with a hatred of the ignorant. She has a knack for battle. Ink takes advantage of her stealth when fighting. She has secret aspirations of power.
History: She was born to a small group of loners called the Black Teeth. The Black Teeth were a dispicable group of cowards and thiefs. Their system consisted of a single leader. Once the old leader died the remaining wolves were to fight until only the strongest remained. When she was about thirteen moons old Ink joined the battle for leadership. She won, but she lost half her tail in the battle. Under her leadership the Black Teeth became a feared group known for their merciless tendancies. Several moons into her leadership Ink decided to leave the Black Teeth. A few moons after she left the Black Teeth disbanded for reasons unknown. She joined up with Kestrel on her eighteenth moon.
Roleplay Sample: The night was deviod of stars. The only thing to light up the darkness was a sliver of moon. A large shape stepped out of the thick shadows. Her teeth were like daggers and her eyes glowed like coals. A single white blaze across her chest was the only thing to distinguish the rest of her form from darkness. Was she a demon? A shadow? Only the most well trained of eyes could tell. With a soundless lunge and a ripple of muscle she took her prey; a newborn fawn.
Subject: Ink 
Fri Jul 16, 2010 5:16 pm
