Vixen Whiteland -- Loner

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SPECIFICS:
Name: Vixen Whiteland.
Nicknames: Vixy.
Age: 3 years.
Gender: Female.
Species: Red wolf cross.
Rank: Loner.

DETAILS:
Appearance: Standard Red wolf, really, except her colors are aligned more clearly. She's mainly this rather striking shining red color, sort of like rubies but in a more natural shade; the whole shining thing makes it seem abruptly brighter. Her shoulders and flanks, and a thin stripe along her spine, is a light gold and her forelegs are white up to her knees. On her back legs, only her toes are white. Her chin and most of her throat is a creamy vanilla color, and the underside of her tail is a caramel. She has unusually large eyes that tend to make her seem childish and playful, and along with the huge ears, it doesn't help the immature look. Then again, Vixy doesn't really care. Her eyes are an odd light green, sort of like the color of springtime. She has a large tail, thickly furred, long legs and a slender body set, meaning narrow shoulders and hips.
Personality: A normal smart-ass. Vixy cusses all the time, constantly, and has no sexist view of her being female to stop that whole thing. She has her morals that she sticks to all the way, like the fact that she thinks love is just a total lie. She's seen too many hurt by it too lay too much belief in something like that. She's incredibly touchy about males, and hates being flirted with; actually, it's probably her biggest pet peeve. She tends to be sarcastic often and thus is known as being irritating. She laughs a lot because she finds people angry with her as amusing as hell. Once someone earns her loyalty and respect, it takes a lot to lose it. She will do anything for those she respects. She also hates having others believe someone could possible 'own' her. She's rather untamable at first glance, actually.
Fears/Phobias: She hates the whole concept of falling in love. Actually fully detests it, to be honest.
Song: Coming soon.
Ability: She can breathe toxins from her skin, for a quick explaination. It says that they cause terrible pain and a brief, horrifically painful death. She can also literally breathe it onto someone or transfer in saliva, though she can turn it off and on when she wants to.

RELATIONS:
Previous Pack/s: None.
Current Pack: None.
Mother: Memory Whiteland. Deceased.
Father: Jaguar. Deceased.
Siblings: Ammunition Whiteland, older brother, alive. Fay Whiteland, older sister, alive.
Other Relations: None.
Lovers: None.
Mate: None.
Pups: None.

[Vita]

And here is Vixy's official rant... xD This does not have to be read, but it goes into her history more and explains a bit more of her outlook and views on life along with personality.

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Let’s get two things straight, right now. I’m not a pretty face to look at and admire. I have a personality, and it’s a damn enigma. My mother should’ve named me that… shame she wasn’t ever very good with the whole vocabulary thing. Secondly; don’t touch me unless I asked to be touched. I am not a touchy-feely wolf. And this is just a sidenote; if you want to flirt with me, be ready to get flayed. I don’t flirt. It’s stupid. As hell.

Now, on to what you probably really want to know. My full name is Vixen Whiteland. I have no idea where I got my bloodline name. Ask my mom, I guess. She’s damn poetic.

I’m three years old, and I’m a chick. Aren’t those details just lovely? I have no children, and neither of my parents are alive, though my older bro and my older sis both are. Wandering around somewhere, no doubt. We find each other at odd intervals. What can I say.

I’m half Red Wolf which means… I’m red. Like, oh no. No one could ever have guessed that one. Okay, I’ll elaborate. I’m mostly red. My shoulders and flanks, along with a thin stripe down my spine, is this light autumn-gold kinda color, and my forelegs are white up to my knees. My back toes are white too, though it stops at the ankle. My chin and throat are this creamy vanilla color, and the underside of my tail is a slight tan-caramel. I have huge ears that are approaching radar size, and huge-ass eyes too. I’m slender, I suppose, but my tail is bigger then most and I’ve gotten called a raccoon before. Which is just not cool, by the way. I’ve got long legs and a narrow body set, whatever the hell that means, though I’ve been described by it before. I’ve been called, pretty, beautiful, strikingly enchanting enough times to make me nauseated, and my eyes, which are just a damn simple light green color, have been described as ‘the way a light shines through a new spring leaf.’ Can anyone say yuck?

Oh, on to my favorite topic. Love. That is just a lie, the entire thing. Just a huge, messy pile of bullshit. And did I mention I was allergic to that stuff? I really am. Start coughing up a storm. In my own little ironic way, I call everyone love. Just a speech habit my entire family shares, even though none of us believe in that shit.

I have a mouth, too, in case you haven’t noticed. I speak my mind, and I don’t give a damn if I offend others. I also have the fun habit of cursing indefinitely, but whatever. I was raised on it. How can I explain it. I don’t care much for punishment, but it doesn’t really scare me. I’m not some damn girly girl that’s all going to run away when I am about to get executed. Death does not scare me. After all, it’s just a continuance of life elsewhere.

I’m known as a sarcastic, irritating smart-ass. Deal. I don’t do that whole dominance-submissive shit; I go where I want to when I want to. If I want to leave, I will. If I want to stay, I will. I’ve never been one to follow the rules.

I laugh. A lot. I find a hell of a lot of things amusing actually, especially annoying people.

There are those I respect, unfortunately, and once you get my respect, it takes a lot to lose it. Like… trying to eat my face off. That might work. Or proposing to be my mate. That would get me to run away from you too now that I think about it… Anyway. Loyalty is a big must for me. If I pledge my loyalty to someone, I damn well mean it. Ask me anything once you’ve got my loyalty and I’ll do it, even if it makes me miserable. Except for that whole love thing. That’s the one exception to that particular rule.

Now, on to my history. Gee, ain’t this entire rant just a bucketful of love? Wait, its get better here. I was born to a single mother, or what consists of a single mother these days; basically, a she-wolf without a living mate. She actually killed him, but you know, what the hell. Can’t keep everything in life.

Hold on and I’ll explain a bit. First off, my father’s name was Jaguar or something. I really don’t know where we got this exotic shit, but whatever. My mom thought she loved him and whatnot, and when she told him she was pregnant with his pups, he basically aimed to gut her. In reply, she killed him, and yada yada yada, he died, she lived, and a litter was born.

Ta-da! Quite obviously, I was in that litter, the youngest child. There was my oldest brother before me, this big boulder type of dude who just screamed ‘bad-ass’, and then my older sister who somehow got stuck between two smart-mouthed, tough as nails pups and came out like a fairy. Whatever. To sum her up, she farts rainbows.

Oh, before I continue on, I neglected to tell you my family’s names. My momma was simply Momma to me for quite a while, though normal people knew her as Memory. Let’s just let it out here; I was joking about the whole poetry thing. My mom hated big words, or words she didn’t understand. Thus for all the simple names running around right now. By the way, my mom’s dead now. Got caught in a pack that evidently didn’t care much for lone females.

My older brother was named Ammunition last time I saw him. My family changes our names often. I was born Vixen, though I went around with about three different names in my lifetime. I’m back to Vixen right now, because I don’t like lying on these damn biography things. My older sis was called Fay, which is basically another word for a fairy. I have no idea what pushes her to be so girly, but hey, she’s not me, so I can put up with it for love for my sister.

We haven’t seen each other for about half a year now, though we travel together periodically when we can find one another. Since we’re all pretty much nomads, it’s pretty rare we catch a glimpse. At least we all stay in this general territory region.

My mom died when I was about six months old. I won’t go into my sibling’s personal romance lives, but seriously; love does not exist. Ammunition, Fay and I all know it. We all understand it. We’ve all been hurt in different ways. Everybody else needs to stop damn lying to themselves. Love is a fairytale story of a male claiming a chick as his.

And here, finally, is the conclusion to my life form and warning for anyone still reading. I am no one’s anything. If I get called someone’s lover, whore, girl, or anything along those lines, I will kick their ass. To farther lands then known around here. So watch your step around me, because I don’t appreciate others thinking that I’m owned. No one is superior unless you make them.

Whoops, I lied. Not the conclusion. But this it. I just wanted to mention real quick my… ability, for lack of a better word. I kill things. Okay, that is a no shit response, but I mean, my touch can kill things. My intelligent brother is convinced it’s because of something that happened in my past (and no, I’m not telling) that I basically breathe toxins from my skin. I can also literally breathe it onto someone and kill them, or lick them and kill them. My poison, or whatever the hell it is, seeps fast and kills fast. I killed this one enemy after licking him across the muzzle, and he died in one minute, screaming his head off. I’ve been told it’s pretty painful, though I don’t know. Not like I can feel it. And yes, thanks, I have tried licking myself, but it must neutralize or something, cause it doesn’t hurt me. Thankfully, I can turn it off and on, which I’m so glad about I could design a dance just to prove it. So no worries, friendly strangers; I won’t cough on you and watch you die a horrific death. You’re pretty much safe. A little.

[Phantom]

NOTE: This particular character has official permission to have a 'gifted' character. For future reference.