"My bones will break and my heart would give
Oh, it hurts to live"
Full Name:
Moxie Noelle Volkov
Nicknames:
Mox
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Birthdate:
August 2nd
Birthplace:
Chicago, Illinois
Role in Pack:
Hunter One
Purebred or Mutt:
Purebred
Height:
5'7
Weight:
134 Ibs.
Build:
Lean and toned.
Hair Color:
She has naturally red hair, yet it either goes darker or lighter depending on the amount of sun that hits it.
Eye Color:
A deep cloudy grey color. As normal, in wolf form she has bright golden eyes.
Scars or Markings:
Moxie has a few faint scars on her upper left arm and one on her left thing. They are barely visible now, but if one looks carefully enough - they can spot them. She also has a belly button piercing and multiple ear piercings.
Brief Written Description:
Moxie has a pale complexion even though she is outside most of the time. She was never one to catch a tan. The girl has long copper red hair that reaches down to her bust. It has a naturally wavy texture, although often she keeps it in a high pony tail - or even braids it. Moxie is always wearing white feathers in her hair. Others deem in a Native American thing - she simply enjoys the look. Her grey eyes hold mystery when one looks into them - they seem to always be holding some kind of secret. Moxie's wolf form is a golden red color, much like her hair. Her eyes become golden as well. Her fur is soft and rather long, though if anyone to call her cuddly or a cute wolf she'd be rather cross. When it comes to clothing she enjoys plaid shirts and simple jeans with some jewelry for good measure. She likes more "earthy" looking clothing. Though she isn't particularity picky about her clothes - she will not wear a skirt. Ever. Dresses are okay, but skirts are far from alright.
Quirks and Faults
▲Wears a silver bullet around her neck ▲ Plays with her hair when nervous ▲ Only Drinks Regular Soda - No Diet ▲ Smokes Occasionally ▲ Doesn't Take Help ▲ Thinks Lowly Of Herself ▲ Drinks Coffee Black ▲
Likes
♡ Her Pack ♡ Rain ♡ Thunderstorms ♡ Cherries ♡ Rock Music ♡ Bon Jovi ♡ The Forest ♡ Hunting ♡ Being Needed ♡ Hand-Written Letters ♡ Nice Sentiments ♡ Bonfires ♡ Camping ♡ The Outdoors ♡ Love Songs (secretly) ♡ Hot Baths ♡ Good Humor ♡ Playful Skirmishes ♡ Cuddling ♡ Love ♡
Dislikes
✘ Those Who Threaten Her Pack ✘ Assholes ✘ Uncleanliness ✘ Grapes ✘ Wolfs Bane ✘ Being Cooped Up ✘ Shots ✘ Hospitals ✘ Warm Beer ✘ Cheap Wine ✘
Making Hard Decisions Alone ✘ Salad ✘ Fast Food ✘
Dreams
☁ To Become Someone People Look Up To ☁ To One Day Meet That Special Someone ☁ For The Mollohan Pack To Become The Protectors Of Moonglade ☁
Fears
☠ Letting Her Pack Down ☠ Becoming Useless ☠ Hurting A Human ☠ Never Finding A Mate ☠ Dying Without Doing Something Meaningful ☠
Strengths
♛ Good Sense Of Direction ♛ High Pain Tolerance ♛ Heightened Senses ♛ Strong Fighter ♛ Quick Thinker ♛ Cooks A Good Breakfast ♛ Good Listener ♛ Caring To Those That Mean Something To Her ♛ Has A Laid Back Vibe ♛
Weaknesses
▼ Aggressive ▼ Puts Herself In Harms Way For Others ▼ Doesn't Accept Help When Hurt Or Injured ▼ Thinks Lowly Of Herself ▼ Forgets She Has A Breaking Point ▼ Believes She Is Disposable ▼ Won't Ever Hurt Children ▼ Stubborn ▼
Personality
|Loyal, Aggressive, Protective, Selfless, Guarded|
Moxie is a woman with layers - as most people are. The first layer is the Moxie she allows people to see. She comes across as a sort of protector of her people. Even though that isn't her exact role in the pack - she fits the personality well. She's extremely protective of those she cares about. After an incident in which she lost her Mother - her heart couldn't bare if someone was lost under her watch once again. Moxie would put herself in harms way for those she cares about. She deems herself as disposable and has come to terms that if she died, she could be easily replaced. Moxie is extremely loyal to her pack and those she considers friends. Betrayal is something she isn't capable of. When you have proven yourself in her eyes - she will stick by you, thick and thin. When others threaten her, or her pack she becomes aggressive rather quickly. No one gets hurt under her watch, and if that means having to fight - so be it. She doesn't take well to others insulting her pack. If an act of violence is done to her pack - she will be out for blood.
Underneath the exterior of her she's a laid back person when on her own. Questions about her personal life and about her past she often leaves untold. She would much rather know about someone else life, than her own. The emotions she carries from bad times are stuffed in a bottle, and unleashed when fighting. People normally talking to her would describe her as being a bit on the quiet side. Moxie laughs at jokes however, and at times she can throw in a sarcastic remark or two.
History
She had been produced by two star crossed lovers from different packs. Her parents had seemingly made a mistake when their paths inter crossed and made her. Moxie had always felt her existence in the world was a mistake. Her Mother raised her as her Father left and traveled on with his pack. They were the only wolves she knew that hadn't mated for life. Everyone in the pack her Mother was in excluded the two girls from everything - eventually making them leave Illinois. Moxie was home schooled by her Mother as they were constantly traveling the states. Her Mother was an exceptional hunter, teaching Moxie all she knew about catching prey and working as a two-girl team. Moxie was undeniably close to her Mother, looking up to the strong woman for everything.
Her Mother was the one to teach her to stick up for others, to let no one mess with what you loved. When Moxie was 17 she had been wandering the streets of the town they were passing through with her Mother until they reached a long bridge. It crossed a busy river, and when Moxie wasn't paying attention a car was coming at her. Moxie's Mother pushed her daughter out of the way, getting hit by the car and falling into the river. Moxie searched for months, following the river to find her Mother. There was no scent she could trace - and apart of her died that day. There was no proof her Mother had died, but there was no proof she wasn't dead. Moxie found the Mollonhan pack soon after, and followed them to avoid being alone in her travels - werewolves were pack creatures after all. She proved to be useful when it came to hunting, and has been with the Mollohan's ever since - devoting her life to making her pack happy.
OOC
How often do you get online?: Almost everyday. At least 5 days out of the week - at the very least
How often can we expect you to be able to post?: Whenever it is my "turn" so to speak
Password: Loyalty and Dignity
How often do you get online?: Almost everyday. At least 5 days out of the week - at the very least
How often can we expect you to be able to post?: Whenever it is my "turn" so to speak
Password: Loyalty and Dignity
