Posted 2021-02-10 17:54:10 (edited)
Tazi's Appearance Name:
- Netazi
[ Tazi / Nene ] Pack:
- Crowskull Rank:
- Queen
Age:
- 3 yrs, 7 months
Biological Gender:
- Female [ She / They ]
Sexuality:
- Panromantic / Pansexual
Physical Description:
- With a dark overcoat accented with light silver underfur, white mask marking displayed proudly upon her face, Tazi is almost the picture of a stereotypical Crowskull member in appearance. Her fur is rough, coarse to the touch yet surprisingly well-groomed; no knots or speckles of mud to be found. Her nose and pawpads are both a light pallid colour, accenting around the deep black of her eyes which seem to be carefully watchful. Her claws are long and sharp, a yellow-ish bone colour; she seems to maintain them daily in a nearly vain nature. True to her nature, she's muscular, surprisingly thickly built for a she-wolf, though not surprising for a member of the pack she inhabits. Broad shoulders, large paws and a well-set frame all contribute to her somewhat strikingly intimidating appearance; something she prides herself in. Along with said naturally large exterior, she's well fed- hardly lean and just by her silhouette one can assume she's built for close-combat instead of covering distances.
As well as her well-groomed fur and intimidating strength, she sports quite a few scars across her coat proudly; the most noticeable being her facial scars. A long strike down her left eye she claims was from a Pronghorn attack, a collection of clawing scars across her nose from an alleged tussle with a badger and a ripped lip she says is from a snake. If her grand stories are true or just to entertain those who ask, we may never know, but entertaining they are. A few lesser ones are scattered across her body- bite marks, dragging claw-shaped scars and rips in her skin she shows off as badges of her bravery- though telling those to take what she says with a grain of salt.
Personality Traits:
+ >Judgement is one of Tazi's greatest strengths. She's quick-thinking, and tends to make judgements based on what she believes to be the facts and is always open to criticism, instead of relying on emotions to guide her path as Queen. She understands that though she may feel strongly one way or another about a member in her pack, that should not be the thought train that controls her actions, being careful to avoid abusing and using her power as the pack's leader to perform unjust actions. Proper assessment and punishments or justification is her highest priority as the Queen; and she takes pride in her ability to properly defend her packmates as well as admit when they've been out of line without having bias cloud her judgement.
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Determination is another thing she prides herself in, though it can easily come across as stubbornness. When she knows, or believes wholeheartedly in something or in her reasoning, she will follow through with it. Tasks set for her or promises she's made will be fulfilled, lest she risk her honor and reputation as an honest Queen to one of dishonesty. If she believes a claim to be correct, she will chase that claim until it is definitely proved incorrect. If she chases prey, it will be chased until it's caught or has definitely escaped her borders.
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One trait she doesn't quite enjoy as much as the others is her competitiveness. Her drive and quite frank need to be the best isn't something she openly likes to discuss. While she doesn't drive her pack to such low rates as to drastic unhappiness, she does push her packmates and herself harder than she believes other wolves would simply to be the greatest pack. Warriors are trained extensively, pack hunts are expected to go smoothly; pups are to have a good education and understanding of hierarchy and borders are to be enforced. She rules gently inside her pack, but with an iron fist as well. Wolves are reminded of their place should they get unruly; there is no room for error or rebellion inside her reign, lest the Eaglehearts encroach upon their boundaries or the Swanfeathers be revered more highly than her.
Relations:
Mother: Jeanne [alive, elder NPC], Leatha [alive, elder NPC]
Father: Byron [biological, deceased]
Siblings: Araceli [alive, NPC], Troy [alive, NPC]
Other Family: Detra [aunt, alive/NPC], Ozi [grandfather, alive/NPC], Cory [nephew, alive/NPC]
Mate: n/a
Backstory:
- Tazi's backstory is.. nothing special she likes to talk about or share. She was born to her mothers Jeanne and Leatha, with her biological father Byron being somewhat involved in his pups' life, but leaving it mostly to the couple of she-wolves that asked for them. She grew up alongside her siblings Araceli and Troy; childhood being nothing too demanding. She was raised as a proper member of her pack and taught by her mothers to be proud of who she was and what family she belonged to- her biological and her pack.
- Off the top of her head, Tazi can't tell you one serious hardship she's gone through; joking that she was simply born with all her character and life couldn't handle her if she got anymore. She was always striving to be better than her siblings, pride taught from birth sinking deep into her bones as she climbed the social ladder; starting as a guard and being content with learning and hunting for years. However, she always admired the power and respect others held for their alpha; their King. For a long time, she held the same amount of respect; but of course, all leaders make bad decisions, and somewhere along the way, Tazi had gotten it in her head that she would be a better leader than the current one. More careful in her calculations, more astute in her observations and more caring about the morality of the pack she proudly called family. And so, after talking it over with her siblings; who discouraged her from challenging him, grimacing at her boldness and set mind on the subject, she publicly announced a challenge for the King's position.
- To say it was a disaster would be a grand overstatement. To say it went wonderfully would be a mistake. Blood was shed and scars were earned; and so was a position. That position being Tazi's- what she believed to be rightful- claim to Queen of the Crowskulls. While she was certainly sore, battered and bruised for a few weeks, she was on the top of the food chain, the official leader of the family she called her pack.
- So far, she hasn't encountered too many hardships either. A few rough hunts, some border squabbles and the obvious tension between her pack and the Swanfeathers, but she believes she's done a better job than the King did, and she intends to keep it that way. (Apologies for it being short and not too descriptive, I either go very short and dry or way too in-depth and that takes weeks to come up with. Bear with me!) Accessories: None
Extra: Nothing I can think of at the moment!
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Roleplay Sample: Idle. Boring, hot, tiring- how could one day be all of these things? Tazi was mystified that those were all words that hit her mind as she tried to internally describe the events of the day so far. She lived in the forest and had been playing with rocks and moss all day, seemingly satisfied. Perhaps a hunt would quench her thirst for action?
Rising to her full height, she stretched, maw opening wide to show off rows of glistening teeth as her tongue rolled, a high yelping noise escaping her as she listened to the satisfying popping of bones. Perhaps that's why she'd been so.. bored. She felt like she hadn't moved at all today; like an old woman sitting uselessly in a den, wasting away. Eugh.
Perhaps a hunt could wait, she felt exhausted- how she felt like this with barely moving a muscle all day was a simple myth to her.
Her paws routed towards the den where her mothers usually kept to themselves. She could visit Troy later, and Araceli was most likely out doing who knew what. She was always the most adventurous of the trio; running after scattered leaves and chasing stray mice running across the ground away from the safety of the den. The memories of when they were puppies; ah, such wonderful things. Nostalgic, truly. Not exactly a time she wished to return to- she was quite content with her current position- but a good time to reminisce on.
"Pardon me, but I'm crashing your den. There was such a big storm and I simply can't sleep with Troy again, he kicks me in the jaw every time. You really must get him out of my space before he has no more legs to kick with!"
Glossy eyes looked up, another set quickly following the first. Her mothers, one with fur that used to be black like the deepest of nights now tinted gray like a silver fox; the other with dark grey fur with light silver accents around her muzzle and eyes. Both she-wolves looked up happily, smiling at their daughter, who took a respectful duck of her head before sitting next to their nest.
"Tazi, now you know what we always said."
The atmosphere in the den lightened with the bark of laughter the Queen gave, lips set in a grin as she looked fondly at Jeanne. Yes, she remembered clearly; ' Make it look like an accident '. Such a wonderful quip she'd used in her own misadventures.
"I do, momma. But I swear to you, one of these days! I'll truly do it. But that's not why I've visited you. I wanted to check on you both; it's been too long since I've truly sat down to talk. Oh, mum, didn't you say you heard about Troy getting into trouble with his hunting-mates again?"
As Leatha's eyes lit up, her mate settled her jaw on the dark-furred wolf's shoulders, closing her eyes and drifting back off to sleep as her wife began to ramble about their son and just how much mischief he was making for himself- even as an adult.
Listening to her mum's enthusiastic words, Tazi settled into a comfortable position, knowing she'd indeed found a very interesting way to spend the rest of her afternoon.
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