Post by Purl Innamorata on Jul 29, 2011 3:42:36 GMT -8
I won't listen to your shame
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/anlDy.png);background-attachment:fixed;] & & PURL INNAMORATA ;; ♫ Angels lie to keep control ♪ OoC Name Dragon Breed Bengal Tiger Rank/Occupation Dancer Tribe n/a Gender Female Age Six years ♫ Bury all your secrets in my skin Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins ♪ Fur ColorWhite with Jet Black Stripes Eye ColorLight Blue Scars/Deformities n/a Appearance Purl is just as her name describes. She is the peril of beauty. A pelt of white envelops her from nose to tail tip and nothing has ever tainted this white. No few hairs of the usual orange, no specks of dirt stay long. Over her white cover are jet black stripes placed delicately over her as if Anrithka herself placed them on her where she saw fit. These black decorations to Purl's pelt surround her face, run down all four of her legs, chase them selves around her torso and ring around her tail with a cap of black at her tail tip. Black and white are the main pallet of her pelt put look closely and you will also see pink and blue. On her face if you are looking at her you will see a nose of soft moist pink yet upon her face this is not her most striking feature. Look higher up her muzzle and you will meet eyes of pale blue which seem to stair right through your eyes and into the center of your soul to read to secrets which lay there. Even with a pink of nose if you lower your gaze your eyes will come to her paws. Between the snow white fur which covers her paw black shows through showing you that her paw pads are black but loose more closely and you will find that all of her skin under that white pelt is in fact the darkest black. In the shape of her body Purl is like any other lean tigress. Her body is young and firm but due to her profession Purl's body is much more muscular than your average tigress. Born a runt for a Bengal tigress she only stands a little over two feet at the shoulder yet her lean legs are long if you didn't put her next to anything she would seem proportionally perfect. Like her fellow tigers Purl's fur length changes with the season yet it has always been short. In the summer her fur is short enough that along her legs you can see her muscles move and she is the only one not panting in scorching weather. In winter this tigress is not as lucky. She is the one who is shivering, seeming to linger by fires and hesitant to leave their warm circle but when she does have to be out in the cold she seems to spring with every movement. She can't hold still because she knows if she does her skin will become uncomfortably cold so she keeps her blood moving and muscles active. Due to this in the winter is when you will find Purl preforming her fast and active dances which are just as alluring and hypnotizing as her slow seductions in the summer. ♫ My heart is just too dark to care I can't destroy what isn't there ♪ Preferences Likes;Being respected, having all eyes, strong men, smart companions, dependent women, warm weather Dislikes; Injustice, weak individuals, disrespect, laziness Strengths Intelligent, fast leaner, lean build, strong sense of honor, stubborn Weaknesses Quick temper, doesn't follow orders, can't handle being alone, mistrust in men Personality At first glance of Purl's life and a few titles will come to mind. Slut, and whore are just to name two though do not let her catch you saying these aloud. You will sourly regret it. Need for attention; Sense the day she left with no family and no ties Purl has had the need for attention that not even she understands. Not having at least one gaze fixed on her for a prolonged period of time is just unbearable. That is what drove her to dance and is one of the reasons she seeks the company of men. She absolutely needs some one to smile at her, tell her she's beautiful, to see the awe in their eyes. It's like a drug that she can not get enough of. Manipulative; Yes yes she is and very much so. If Purl wants something from you do not be surprised when sh gets it. Trust me she will do what ever it takes to get what she wants. If you are a male, beware. Even if she isn't in heat she can bring the strongest lion to his knee's before her. Though if you are a woman and nothing else works she may just result in bloodying you up until you comply. Temper; Though Purl usually carries a very graceful regal look to her do not underestimate this little tigress. She maybe small but her claws and fangs are sharp along with her tongue. Only when she was a little cub was she frightened to stand up for her self but now she has no fear in attacking someone bigger than her. Tears; Some people break things when they get really mad, some hit, well not Purl. Yeah she will give you a few good hits or break things when she's angry but at as angry as she can go she just sits down and bawls. She can't help it. All her anger just comes out in a flowing river of endless sobs. ♫ I still press your letters to my lips And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss ♪ Family Regrets Leaving her brother, not being able to save her mother, being to frightened to standing up to her father Secret Ambitions To gain power History Although a tale can be told many ways you will under stand it just as well if you read it here as you would if I wrote it upon this page. . . . . . . . . . . Rain swept over her body in rivers as she sat in the mud. There was no were to go, no one to follow. It was cold, her white fur was plastered with runny wet mud and their was nothing she could do. A young white tigress left on the streets all alone with only pain in her heart. Who knows how long she sat there drenched in the down pour motionless. Only did she stir when the sound of approaching paw steps and a large comforting paw on her back drew her attention. Lifting pale blue eyes she met the gaze of an old female jaguar. Faded yellow eyes soft and kind the stranger smiled at her as an old voice spoke in a tone that could only remind the child of her mother, “ain't no use sittin' in the rain deary.” This cat took her in. Dried her off, cleaned her until her white pelt gleamed again. The old woman was a dancer and she taught other youngsters in their art and so Purl because a dancer and quickly rose to the top of her group. It was a life of laughs and fun with little worries but then old mother jaguar died. She had been old and her time had come to return to the hands of her mother goddess. Purl showed no despair in the old woman’s passing only broke from the group that had become like a family to her with little emotion and went out of her own. She danced for all in the city preforming year round but that’s all it was for a time. Dancing and entertaining to gain money to live, that’s all it was. That innocent way of life quickly changed the day a lion put his paw around her and smiled. He told her she was beautiful, complimented her, made her feel special, like she just wasn't a waist of good space. That's when the poor girl became hooked to men. She didn't stay with them more than a night and they never seemed to mind. ♫ So break yourself against my stones And spit your pity in my soul You never needed any help You sold me out to save yourself ♪ |
You ran away, You're all the same
