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Post by baya on Sept 17, 2010 12:01:46 GMT -6
Name: Nightfall Gender: Female Age: 3 1/4
Clan: Loner Position: n/a
Appearance: weight : 134 lbs. scars or markings: Blue markings trace around various parts of her body. flaws: --- Missing half an ear --- Torn tail --- Scars along her lower jawline --- Blind in the left eye ----Scars on the back of her left fore limb.
A lean somewhat slender wolf, Nightfall's pelt is a dark ebon hue stretching all over her body. Thick locks seem to vary mostly around her chest, nape and back, with vivid night blue strands of fur draping over the left side of her canine features. That similar shade painting it's way over the she-wolf's back, two paws and lower half of a torn tail. She has two scars along the back of her left forelimb along with nicks in her well proportioned jaw. Another noticeable trait wold be the lack of a whole right ear, tinges of pink flesh visible along the edge. Blue marks trail around her front left leg and right back leg, a small flick of this color visible around both of her eyes, left side and right shoulder. Although one does not see Nightfall's left eye (and she prefers it that way), it is more of a foggy blue. Several scars grazed in multiple directions around the surface which resulted in her being blind in one eye.
Power?: Memory Gleaming Nightfall can see where horrible events haven taken place if she's close enough to the place it's been done. She can not however, see the future nor the events themselves. Instead she simply sees an illusion of the would-be blood of the victims; occasionally a small image, like a flower or the color of someones eyes - mostly it's hazy and blurred though.
Personality: likes: manipulating others, exagerating, fighting, brutal heat, warm nights, putting others down, trickery. dislikes: humiliation, the concept of love, losing, heroics, most females, trusting flaws: selfish, greedy, vain, impatient
Nightfall lives by a rather riddled mind. Impulsive and intrepid, the female often does what she wants without much care for the consequences which might follow. Living from day to day, whatever she does is for personal gain as the female is a selfish creature and uncaring as to the lives of others. She can prove to be jealous, aggressive and excessively vain despite all her obvious physical flaws. With a hungry passion for power and attention, the combination itself seemed to birth a vicious and merciless side to the feminine fatale. She rebels against the usual flow of things and has little time to bother with petty little things like loyalty or devotion. Unbelieving to most gentle aspects of life due to her history with violence and devious others. Preferring to walk a tight rope between life and death, she basks in the follies of others and take to manipulating them as well as providing tricky means for her own greedy entertainment.
History: If it's one thing I've learned in my short years in this life, it's that nothing is simple. Like so many before me, and those yet to come, I was born neither with a good heart nor a dark envy. I was born innocent, teetering on the brink of wonder and oblivion. Seeking nothing more than the warmth of my mother's touch.
I've seen it before... that innocence.
Such a fragile thing..... I never stood a chance. From what I discovered later on, my mother was one of the many rogues inhabiting the Magus Grove pack lands. Though she would never name our father, it was always to be noted that me and my sisters bore some resemblance to the Beta Male. Perhaps it was this uncanny coincidence that brought about the day of our welcoming into the pack itself. Daybreak wasn't exactly what you'd call "motherly", but she certainly cared for us.
With the months ahead bringing about the hunting season coupled with the posing threat of other predators, how could she say no? I was too young to recall what really happened, I only know that by the time I could hold myself up proper that the arrangement for my intended had occurred. For safety and food, me and two of my sisters futures had been bargained away. Such a little thing really, when compared to everything else. What did it matter who my mate was to be? I was but a pup and spent my time enjoying youth as it should be.
However the winter that followed my six months had proved a burden. Prey froze to death in their sleep. Scavengers and hunters took most of the rest and our bellies could only stand carrion for so long. I remember the look on wolves faces as their young froze and starved. Of Firefly's broken will when our friend Ravven disappeared into the night, leaving a bloody trail in his wake.
Whispers spread among our dwindled number. I didn't pay much attention to them really, from what I recall I spent much of my time looking for scraps to eat. I couldn't bare to see their faces anymore, those worn features breaking away from hope and giving into nothing. A month before spring's promising call I left the den of my family to join my intended. Though the male was older, he'd been a respected pack mate. Kind and intelligent. .... but things change. They change.
Russet wasn't the same. I was young. I was naive. I believed that this dread would pass, that things would go back to normal as soon as Spring offered up her relief. I never expected that someone could turn so easily. The male in which I'd grown fond of had become tarnished. Battered. The winter's cruelty had weighed on us all, and I realize only now how foolish I had been in my youth to have not taken notice. Then again, Riverlore had spent much of her time shielding me and my sisters from such a cold reality. Oh how I hate her for that.
If I had but known! I know many might say the same, but I feel it in my gut. If I had known these truths better, if I could only have understood, then things would be different. As it was however.... Russet's feral and volatile nature had surfaced to a point of no return. I don't like to think of those months really. He left his mark as clear as daylight. Riverlore in her wisdom had declared the pack a lost cause, and my sisters as always followed in her steps. Leaving Magus forever.
If only I had been so smart enough as to listen... perhaps if I'd been more courageous I wouldn't have sat back and accepted things as they where. Perhaps if I'd gone with them... my pups would still be alive. Ah.. nonsense. I recall only wishful thinking really. Who am I to be a mother or raise another? No, they where lucky to earn such a death. Spared from the nightmare that had become my life.
I seethed..........I cried............. I raged............
I all but lost my mind until one day... the pain vanished. I don't know how or even when the numbing began.. only that I woke with absolute clarity. Seeing everything in a new light for the first time in two years. I knew what had to be done. It wasn't going to be easy... fate wasn't about to let me slip through her iron clutch without a fight. And oh how I fought with tooth and claw. I abandoned all pretense and gave way to a new beginning. Using my body and wits to accomplish what was needed and clawing my way to the top until the very end.
I can still hear their screams. Their howls and aches into the night as Edge and his filthy companions raided the den. There was no point in fighting for either side, my goal had been accomplished. And although I was perhaps fond Edge and his ruthless behavior, manipulating him had been quite simple. Amidst the fray I took my chances and I haven't looked back since. What is the point of remorse? What would be the point of looking back and recalling those days hmm? Pointless really. I was moving foreword and that was all that mattered.
A shame I never once thought about what I'd do once I was rid of that place. I wandered. I slept. I ate. But old habits die hard. It was only a matter of time before I stepped foot upon inhabited lands again. And with my outlook on life? Well... you can imagine how it went. Luckily for me, it's only just begun.
Other: n/a
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Post by ♪Lαb♫ on Sept 17, 2010 14:26:26 GMT -6
Nice character! Really like her. Somewhat reminds me of Scourge. xD
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