Emila -new-

[Akante]

«General »

Name - Emila
Nick Name(s) - None
Age - 5
Gender - Female
Breed - Arctic/Dire wolf
Height - 3'4"
Weight - 125 lbs

«Family »

Parents
One Arctic wolf, one dire wolf. Not the birds and the bees but you get the gist.

Siblings
None

Mate - None
Offspring - None


«Other »

Pack - El Dorado
Rank - Sailor
Birthplace - Presumably not far from a human village, in some woods.
Accessories - Three feathers stuck to her back through beaded clamps. Also has a chain on her tail and a bracelet on one of her legs.
Tattoos - Green tattoos on her shoulder, flank, muzzle, ears, tail. The colour of 'leadership'.
Scars - None

«Personality »
(by Akante)

Very strong, proud, and ambitious. She is elusive, tricky, and is a fangirl of psychology and how the mind works. She often likes to experiment on others - males and pups being her favorites. Emi never settles for second best, and is always on the lookout for someone to show up. She can be quite cruel with her methods if she feels threatened enough. A bit of a sadist, she has no issues with potentially harming others. In fact, if her actions result in someone suffering, she'd gladly be there to watch.

(See tryout below for my outlet of the personality)

«History »
(by Akante)

Emila was Rita's tutor and best friend in the human villages that they first lived in. At first, Emila was more than willing to teach Rita the ways to get what one wants - trickery, manipulation, and the proper usage of feminine charm. Soon enough, though, this way of life overcame Rita, as it had Emila many years before. They both became set on being better than the other. Although externally they would act as though best friends, even sisters, darkly competitive intentions lurked beneath. Emila still stood as the more successful, having earned the pride of gaining tattoos. For this reason, Rita despises the she-wolf, though still instinctively externally acts as though they're still friends. Emila has become smug towards her pupil, never missing the opportunity to rub her glory in Rita's face. At the time of the food shortage, Emila was the one who was fed regularly the longest. This increased tensions. At the time of the raid, when Rita sat back and watched (as Emila did, too), Emila sent a male dog to go and attack Rita. Afterwards, having claimed some food, Emila left the men and their village.

After wondering around for a few months, Emila finally came to the borders of a new pack, El Dorado. Unaware of the mysterious Captain that called the shots in that area of the marshes, she sought acceptance and was allowed in. It was only until a pack meeting a few days later that the former teacher and student became aware of each other's existence in the pack. Sparks flew.

«Voice »
Susan Egan ('Meg' in Disney's Hercules)

«Theme Songs »
One Jump Ahead

«Pictures »
Main Ref by Akante
Ref 2 by Akante

«Credits »

Profile Outline ©Gothy/Vincent Angstmaster
Character/Design © Akante
Please Do NOT Claim as Your Own

[Akante]

Original tryout:

Why was being tricked such a hard concept for them? The tattooed wolf's thoughts were, of course, clouded with snobbery and pride at her deception. She was a thief at heart, a good thief, the best thief. The tattoos proved that. What did green mean again? 'Leadership'? Well, a good leader had to be sly, be cunning to avoid the destruction of their people. Nothing would be gained by being a doormat as a leader. Trotting over the rocks of the mountains that surrounded the man village she had left behind, Emila soon found that she was hungry again. Well, she had been traveling for nearly two days so hunger was a normal reaction to climbing over cliffs and jumping over gaps and fissures. Emila did not need to look far for a victim. A victim that was not edible.

It was a male dire - her favorite kind of sucker - and he was carrying a dead hare, clearly pleased with himself and looking forward to his well-earned meal. He looked young, probably no more than a few years old and this made a smirk creep across the female's tattooed face. Putting on her best friendly face, the arctic trotted over to the male, who paused at the sight of her. Obviously, he was torn by how to react to this pile of tattooed fur, feathers and gold and his eyes were darting left and right, his jaw set. Emila smiled disarmingly, keeping her eyes on the hare. "Hi, there," she said cheerfully. "I was wondering if you could help me. Well, probably no 'could' with you, boyo, you seem the strong type to solve my problem." She added slyly, knowing that males loved flattery to pump up their egos. The male was enticed and dropped the hare to speak but Emila did not strike. Not yet, she needed to draw him anyway from the hare first.

"Whatever's the matter, miss?" the wolf asked, young voice giving away his eagerness. Emila resisted the urge to smirk and indicated a small fissure behind her. Not a huge one. She did not want to kill the poor brute. That was mean.
"You see that gap over there? Well, one of my feathers has fallen down there," she lied indicating the three feathers on her back that were missing their imaginary fourth companion. "I was wondering if you could maybe go and fetch it, being the strong, handsome male you are." She pouted her lip, trying to look distraught. The male smiled sympathetically and walked over to the fissure, squinting through the dark.
"Uh, I can't see it, miss!" he called to her as she eyed his hare hungrily.
Running over, Emila let out a fake whine. "Oh, dear. You must try and retrieve it, sir, that feather was a priceless reminder of what I had," she whimpered. "What I lost. Oh, my mother would kill me if she were alive!"
The male looked at her in horror. "That feather belonged to your mother?"
Emila nodded sadly. "Yes, she gave it to me before she died. I got into a bit of trouble with a lion whilst coming up here and it fell down the gap. I'm sure of it!"
Moved by her words and her 'panic', the male sighed and, to Emila's delight - the first emotion she displayed that was not faked - began to try and squeeze down the fissure. What a moron! Then, as she walked towards the hare, to sneak off with her prize, more magic words reached her ears. "Hey... I'm stuck!" the male cried, making her smirk in earnest. "Miss! Help! I can't move!"
Emila only laughed before picking up the hare. "Oh, dear, oh dear. What a sticky situation," she smirked at her own pun. "Didn't your parents ever tell you not to stick your nose in dark, small places?" she cackled, picking up the hare and racing down the mountain, the angry yells of the male fading away in her ears as she vanished. That had been too easy. Then again, the young males always were.