farrah.

[FANTABULOUS.]

. they call me FARRAH!

farrah . three . male . eastern . obsessive . violent . witty

All I can say, is that this boy is still the same,
It's the man inside that's changed.

appearance.
A little on the large side, Farrah is otherwise your stereotypical grey wolf. He has a white undercoat which is visible through his short, spiky fur, and a creamy underbelly and paws, muzzle and throat. His nose is a delicate black triange with a scar marring the surface, and his muzzle too has a light scar along it. Along his back and fluffy tail, a mixture of darker and lighter greys morph together to create his pelt's colour palette. An arch of black lines the ridged t-shape made by the intersection of his backbone and shoulderblades; his ruff is a mixture of black and dark grey and is especially visible when he raises his hackles. Adding to his fierce first appearance, his eyes are stormy grey, with flecks of black spreading out from the centre; they flash like lightning behind a cover of clouds when he is angry. His ears are both missing significant chunks from them due to fights and such; his legs too are covered in scars that are obvious because of the thinness of his fur. He is terribly muscled and boasts sharp pearly claws and teeth that can rip through any hide. His legs are somewhat stumpy in comparison to his lanky body, but he makes up for his lack of stealth with his huge presence and talented fighting ability.

personality.
Every muscle-man has a few brains hidden away there, and Farrah is no exception. In fact, he is quite intelligent, witty and discerning when he wants to be; it is just easier for the large grey wolf to get what he wants using his size to advantage and not his words. Words can come back and bite you in the ass, but a dead wolf has a hard time being sarcastic. He likes to have things dead and buried or under control to the point of being obsessive about it. And when things start to go awry, Farrah starts to get violent; very violent. He is not the type to take things on the wing and hates spontaneity. If it is not perfectly in order, it does not belong in his society, full stop. He can be heavy-handed in dealing with others, sarcastic to the point of being mean, and his idea of jokes can become extremely offensive very quick.

But every creature has their good traits, too. His loyalty to his pack is unswerving, and beneath his violent, brutal, physical hide he has a gentle, loving heart. But he only reserves it for those he trusts and believes are worthy, and those kinds of wolves do not come around too often. He is the type who does not take serious things lightly, and in crisis situations is a good companion to have behind your back. Dedicated and determined, he will not give up on those he vows to protect; he is a spirited and dogged worker and finds whatever he is looking for to the point of exhaustion; he keeps his word and his promises close to his heart like the dearest thing in the world to him.

But when nothing hangs in the balance, it is like all the worries lift suddenly and simultaneously from his shoulders: he becomes joking and trivial, chivalrous and amiable. His joking is mostly light-hearted and he means well, but his natural strength and tough skin means that he does not often know the boundaries he is testing. As such, he can sometimes offend those he jokes at without realising it. His tongue is naturally acerbic, and he does not reserve sweet words for anyone, even friends; but enemies especially are victims to the unleashed waves of his cynical, witty speech. He respects faes as much as any other wolves, but has a distaste for the mood-swings and unpredictability of those who are with pups. Similarly, he is disgusted with the childishness and unpredictability of pups and the weakness of elders, but he would not do a thing to hurt any of them.

history.
optional.

If I don't return from this life of a soldier,
Don't you be crying for me.

family.
optional.

likes.
- feeling in charge (of himself, his destiny, and others)
- winning
- being appreciated
- the taste of raw meat
- beautiful faes
- being superior to others

dislikes.
- being left in the dark
- being beaten
- weakness
- being challenged
- snow and the cold
- pups, elders and pregnant faes
- outsiders and other packs

When you come around,
You're like a little slice of heaven when I'm coming down.

username.
FANTABULOUS. You can also call me pretty much anything but late to dinner. :3

characters.
Dear old Farrah is my first character, but by no means my last.

sample.

gale.
black panther.

Ugh. The huge, rippling black mass slithering through the museum wrinkled her nose. Her solid black pawpads made no sound on the polished floor and the only noise was the deep, rough heaving of her breath labouring to move her muscular body with the musty air coursing through her large lungs. The museum was her place, she had taken almost the whole building as her territory; she guarded it with her life and had both the strength and bitterness to back it up. But lately she had been trailing a mysterious presence in her place and it was starting to get on her rather frazzled nerve. She never had much patience to begin with, so this was going to get pretty ugly, pretty quick. She finally thought she had found her quarry - confused prey, a young creature trying to find their own territory, a male looking for a female to ... well. that was never going to happen - but whatever it was, she had not eaten a satisfying meal in a while. And the thrill of the chase was making her very, very hungry.

She thought very little of murder. Murder was what the weak called survival. And she had long since become accustomed to her dead friends in the exhibits. If anything else, they were useful for scaring off the frightened entrants into her domain. Besides, that morbid part of her enjoyed the feeling of using the dead to foretell death. Glass beads for eyes and stuffing made of dustbunnies did not capture the real terrifying power of a big cat enraged. But soon enough that would become painfully clear. A short squeal echoed from a few corridors away, and Gale picked up her pace to a fast trot, making more noise now as she pulled along her large form. The scent was confusing, almost odd. Like nothing she had scented before - and in her time she had battled with tigers, lions, pumas, jaguars and cheetahs without a hitch - this smell irritated her with its taunting anonymity. She let off a low growl and in a haunting quiet tone, she projected down the hallway, "I sense a little kitten who should be at home asleep, not playing with the grown-ups in the dark, scary museum." Pulling around the corner and speeding up to a slow run, Gale was ready to go all-out crazy on this intruder.

But something of the harsh tension in the room snapped instead, and she burst out laughing. "What the hell do you think you are? You're like the bastard offspring of a jackrabbit and a housecat." Deep-seated, rumbling laughter echoed from within her barrel-shaped chest. She could not really help being so positively awful. It was just in her nature to have little to no concern for the mental wellbeing of any other creature. Pacing forward, she exuded an entire demeanour of being completely and unequivocally unafraid of this creature. And why would she be? It was smaller than her, looked vulnerable, was talking to itself, and for goodness' sake it had screamed before. And those ears! The little thing had adorable, stupid ears. They were laughable. She could not genuinely eat something laughable. After all, it was obviously the blunt end of some poor lynx or tabbycat's gene pool. It was almost enough to make Gale consider pitying the poor little thing to the point of letting it go.

Almost.

whatever you want,
you've got it sweetheart
when all these bedrooms look the same.
and i know what you're all about
well it's fair time to shut your mouth.

other.
Of course i love lost. That's a given. But otherwise please forgive my Australian spelling of things like 'colour'; and I'm completely pumped for alpha auditions for this little firework. The roleplay sample's from my character on city of ash.

[LOST.]

oh my.
beautfiul profile, i loved. and loved it some more.
farrah's personality is amazing, haha.
and i really loved the sample, it makes me excited to get a' rolling.
as for the spelling, not to worry!
we canadians spell colour like that too. haha.
i find it quite annoying when you spell something a certain way, and spellcheck says it's wrong because of what we call, american spelling. lol.
anyway, i've found myself rambling again.
farrah is more than accepted.
feel free to roleplay as you please!