Their-Dark-Eden Eriana Application

B A S I C  I N F O M A T I O N 

♥ Name|| “Eriana” Pronounced|| - Air-ree-ah-nah

♥ Name Meaning: The name Ariana—which is a variant of the name Eriana—means either Silver or Holy One

♥ NickNames/Alias: “Ana”; “Eri”;

♥ Age: 3 Years

♥ Gender: Female

 

Appearance

♥ Breed|| Irish Setter X Golden Retriever (trace)

♥ Height|| 27 inches

♥ Weight|| 48 Pounds

♥ Body Type|| Lithe and very petite

♥ Scent|| Smells like mountain air—crisp and very faintly sweet

♥ Written Appearance|| As standard for most Setters, Eriana has a deep chest which slenders out into a very tiny waist, seen when the wind presses her long russet fur across the contours of her body. Everything about her is slim, built for running, from her narrow face to her long slender legs, she looks graceful without looking fragile. Her fur curls at the ends, especially prominent at the ears, chest/stomach area and tail. Her coloring doesn’t differ much from the deep russet colors that most Irish Setters sport, save the reddish-white which marks her face and paws. Pale blue eyes stand out against her face, a contrast to the darker color of her nose which is near-black in color, the same color as her pads. If one were to lift up her long ears, they would see soft pink where the skin shows.

♥ Disabilities/Scars|| N/A

♥ Accessories|| N/A

V O I C E  I N F O R M A T I O N

♥ Voice Actor||  Jennifer Lawrence

♥ Voice Actor Role|| Katniss Everdeen (not even sorry)

♥ Other|| N/A

G R O U P I N F O R M A T I O N

♥  Skelts||35 Skelts

♥  Skelt Tracker||

Karma's TDE TrackerE R I A N A ' S  S K E L T  T R A C K E R
Joining: 20
Tracker: 15
Total Skelt Count: 35

♥  Status|| Alive

♥ Main Effects||

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♥ Side Effects||

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♥ Mutations||

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♥ Affiliations|| Edener

♥ Infected Class || N/A

♥ Profession|| Gate Guard

♥ Mentor|| N/A

♥ Apprentice|| N/A

F I G H T I N G  S T Y L E

♥ Description|| Eriana tends to try not to get into scraps as much as possible, but when confronted she plays to her strength. With her speed is the name of the game—she’ll flash in with a quick blow to whatever part she can reach and then dart right back out, not giving her opponent much time to retaliate. She knows that when her maneuverability is compromised she doesn’t have a chance so if she were to be backed into a corner or made to fight more face-to-face, she would lose. So long as she can stay away from her opponents’ claws and teeth, she has a fighting chance.

♥ Strengths||

-Speed/ Agility

-Endurance

-Very optimistic and happy

-Intelligence

♥ Flaws/Weakness||

-Close-combat fighting

-Can be oblivious at times

-Doesn’t know when to just stop

-Lither frame doesn’t allow for overpowering opponents or doing heavy work such as lifting and pulling objects

P E R S O N A L I T Y

 [ Energetic ♥ Good Humored ♥ Social ♥ Oblivious ♥ Wary ♥ Judgmental ♥ Snappy ]

♥ Eriana has almost a constant amount of energy, always wanting to move or play, especially at times when there’s nothing of interest happening. Being this way makes her prone to treks to figure out what's out there and almost makes her wish she had instead joined the convoy. She loves to joke around, and when others joke back with her, she’s at her happiest, she believes laughter equals happiness so whenever she sees a dog looking under the weather, she always tries to lighten the mood—even when it definitely isn’t appropriate. She doesn't take jabs at her very seriously, often times firing back with her own little witty quips. Her overly social nature makes it easy for her to speak with just about anyone and everyone, whether they want her to or not! She’s all about being a social butterfly and making others smile and feel the same happiness that she herself always wants to feel. Eriana strives for recognition and her version of love, making her almost kind of selfish when one boils it down.  

♥  Though generally an outwardly happy dog, Eriana has quite the issue with judging those she meets based on how they interact with her. Though never one to show her disliking of another, she will hide her issues behind a mask of smiles and laughter, leaving many problems open and festering in her mind, even though others may think they are solved. She’s never one to trust anyone right off the bat, and even if she’ll speak with you as if you’ve always been the best of her friends, it’s not until she showers you in physical contact that you’ve truly gained her love. Most days Eriana is a fairly good natured one, but on the days that she’s not, you best stay far away because her jokes turn vicious and her goal is to make you feel as bad as she does. If she’s not happy, then no one can be.

♥ Often times Eriana will press matters and ask if one is really okay, no matter how often she’s told to leave it alone. Because she wants to make dogs happy and make sure they’re okay, she doesn’t take cues—whether verbal or not—to just leave them alone. Sometimes this comes in handy, but other times it just annoys those she’s trying to help and makes them feel even worse.

 

H I S T O R Y

♥ Chapter 1|| The Beginning

Her birth was of no importance, the russet colored pup being born beside her brother with no ceremony other than being dubbed the names Wyvern and Eriana and receiving a thorough bath from their mother. The two had been born to two parents who had no love for each other, a union that came from the male’s want to pass on his line and the female’s compliance to be the mother to give him that wish, but though Vaylorie and King had no feelings for each other, they both cared for the children they had sired together. Wyvern and Eriana grew up, laughing and playing together amongst the paws of the other inhabitants of Eden’s secure nursery, never knowing of the outside world, just like all of the other pups. Theirs was a mostly perfect world, the only worry being what game to play next and waiting for Vaylorie or King—they’d never called them mom or dad—to visit.

At the time when the brother and sister were 6 months of age, they were taken from their safe little nest and into the bigger compound, finally seeing for the first time the true expanse of their Eden home. Dogs were all around them, paces varying from rushed to leisurely, but all held a similarity to them—every dog that they crossed had a deep sense of fear swimming in their depths. Even those who masked theirs with smiles and laughter, it was there. Undeniably. When Vaylorie finally joined them, she sat them down and explained. The outside world was all but dead, ravaged by disease and waste, this place was their only hope of survival and they had to do all they could to protect it. Their mother by birth, but by nothing else, left them with a choice—her offspring would not sit around and be lazy civilians, they would do something to protect the place they called sanctuary, either they would become a gate-guard or join one of the convoy jobs. And after much thought Eriana went on to train as a Gate Guard and her brother, despite Eriana’s pleading with him not to, became a hawker for the convoy.

The days passed and each day Eriana watched her brother leave, nodding to each other, eyes nearly unseeable under the cover of their masks, and upon his safe return, they would embrace each other, tails wagging in happiness that the two had made it through yet another day. When one day Wyvern didn’t return, the female sat in sadness, eyeing the door which kept them all safe and contemplated leaving herself, if she could just find him, they’d both be safe. But when morning crested each day, she was still there, still going to her post, still doing what she was told, and still curling up in her bed at night.

♥  Roleplay History||

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R E L A T I O N S H I P S

♥  Roleplay Family||
Vayorie—NPC [ Mother | Golden Labrador mix with pale blue eyes | Alive ]
King—NPC [ Father | Dark russet Irish Setter full with brown eyes | Alive ]
Wyvern—Adoptable [ Brother | Dark russet-and-white Irish Setter with b;ue eyes | Presumed Infected ]

♥ Mate(s)|| N/A

♥ Pups||

♥ First Litter-|| Fathered by N/A

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R E L A T I O N S H I P  I N F O R M A T I O N

♥ Relationship Status|| Single

♥ Orientation|| Straight

♥ Preferences|| Bigger dogs, light pelts, green eyes, intelligent

♥ Looking For|| All she really wants is someone who can match her with wit and intelligence. A dog who she can play around with and then at night curl up with and wake up to.

♥ Current Attractions| N/A

♥ Past Attractions|| N/A

O T H E R

 

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Heart Chart

Plot Meme

Expressions

Origin Meme

Hypopups

T R I V I A

♥ Eriana is the first dog I’ve ever drawn!

♥ She has personality traits that I took from my own dog, Emma. While she is by no means a direct copy of her, Eriana did get some influence from Emma.

♥ Bayflight Gave me her wonderful name

♥ Eriana actually doesn’t really like pups. She finds them annoying and not worth her time.

♥ Despite everything she’s been through, she doesn’t resent either Vaylori nor King. She understands their motivation to have pups and agrees with them.

♥ There’s probably more but I can’t think of any right now.

 

R O L E P L A Y  E X A M P L E

[ Taken from a private RP with skitty22 between our characters Ringo and Alyssa ]

 

The way he spoke; his hand gestures, his posture, the way his mouth formed words, it captured her complete attention, leaving her trying to catch up on her own responses. A little nod here, and soft sound of wonder there was all she could manage for a little while. Truth be told she just couldn’t get the image of the prisoner lying there out of her mind. It stuck there and clung, not wanting to relinquish its hold on her imagination. The picture was just so vivid. Not that that particularly meant anything to the woman, it was how her brain worked. Every image, every picture, it was so real in her mind it was almost like she could reach out and touch them. And just now, she wanted so badly to shake the prisoner’s shoulder, to get him up and show him the way to safety, away from the braying of dogs and the shouting of men. But—as she allowed the scene to finally fade to the background of her overactive mind—she wasn’t there. She was here, in a small coffee shop, smack dab in the middle of Manhattan, sitting in front of a strange man with even stranger hair, not to mention a name to match.

“I—Don’t worry about it. Really, it’s not that big of a deal, I,” a blush colored her cheeks again and a brief and embarrassed smile flashed across her features, “I scare easily. I just get caught up in my own little world and—.“ She waved a hand in the air, as if to visually finish the sentence. Like she was saying ‘and I just forget everything else even exists.’ A gentle hand swept back her bangs, trying in vain to get them to stay out of her face for at least a little while, but of course the pesky things simply swept back. She just let them stay this time. She looked down at his hands—they were so big, the kind of hands that could have handled iron and a hammer with ease back in the days where blacksmithing was a common practice. Before her mind could go off on another tangent she blinked, her own hands finding the side of the table as she looked around briefly, only refocusing on Ringo when he mentioned using a nick name.

She chuckled shyly and bounced her leg, like she couldn’t wait to get up and move, and she almost felt like she needed to. ‘That park bench and fresh air is sounding better and better.’ She mused. “Ally cat works I guess, I don’t really mind what you call me.” A pause. “Well, I’ll care if you, you know, call me something rude, but otherwise, it’s pretty much free game.” Another small smile. A small movement of her hand resting upon her quickly moving leg reminded her of the bad habit and she shifted, forcing the limb to lie dormant. He probably thought she was so rude, and in all honesty, she wouldn’t blame the guy. But he kept talking and she suddenly found herself wishing for her own drink. ‘Should have grabbed one before I left from behind the counter.’ Too late now though.

Her eyes went wide as he mentioned the hippie, amusement sparking in her gaze. He did look like the kind to hang around those types. She could easily see it, the ring of pink flowers slung across his odd hair, a brown tasseled vest the only thing covering his bare chest as he played a guitar, his feet moving in time to the beat. It was a rather nice picture, really. “Sounds like… Good advice. That way you stay away from those crazy people, I suppose, but if you have to be able to see into their eyes in order to tell, wouldn’t that be, I don’t know, counter productive? By the time you found out if a person was good or bad, it’d be too late. You’d be much too close.” She moved her arm as if to pick up her own bottle of water, remembering that she had none just as her hand cleared the side of the small table. So instead she itched the side of her neck, like she’d meant to do that all along.

Her eyes went wide at his comment and immediately the color rushed across her high cheek bones. “No!” Alyssa cringed at the level of her voice. She was not making a good case for her innocent intentions. “I mean, no, no alibi needed for me, and definitely no…” How funny he mentioned prison, when she’d just been imagining him in the same situation, “Jump suits. I promise I’m going to read, and if you want… you’re more than welcome to join. Since you’re new and all.” She fiddled with her shirt. “It can be real easy to get lost, I used to all the time, it was awful.” He offered buying her a coffee and part of her balked, while the romanticist in her imagined scenes from her favorite romance novels. The guy taking the girl he just met in the flower shop out to coffee, his smile charming and true as he takes her hand, taking the first steps towards an incredibly and stupidly perfect partnership. Of course her own personal life stories never ended up that way, but it was still nice to imagine.

“Coffee… would be nice actually. There’s this pretty good place right by the park. A street stand, but the coffee and hot-chocolate is amazing. Especially with the weather getting cooler and all right now.” Her mouth kept moving, surprising the usually shy and unsure woman. Now her legs were standing her up, causing the wooden legs of the chair to scrape against the tile flooring, which was like a snap of the fingers to break her out of her spell. Now what? She stood there, automatically playing with the strands of hair which dangled by the side of her face. “Well… Sound like a good plan? I mean, you don’t have to come if you don’t want—“ She played with the inside of her lip with her teeth, feeling foolish. What was she thinking, she barely knew the guy—

“Busking.” She said suddenly, looking down at him with her green eyes. The slender woman simply stood there for a moment before realizing how silly she must sound. With a nervous laugh she asked, “Is that the word you were looking for? Busking?”

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