Post by Teu~ on Dec 23, 2012 2:36:07 GMT -5
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Assassin is born[/size][/blockquote]
NAME: Vaerminas Nightmayre
GENDER female
AGE: 4
SEASON OF BIRTH: early fall
SEXUALITY: bisexual
SPECIES: Twun
PACK: Sangue
Aim, shoot, kill your leaders[/size][/blockquote]
SHORT DESCRIPTION: Stunningly beautiful, but inside has the core as poisonous as a poisoned apple.
APPEARANCE: In just her wolf form, Vae is quite gorgeous. Her optics look as if a piece of the midnight sky was taken, and transformed into orbs for eyes. Her fur was silky, and smooth, always clean despite her hobbies. The majority of her body was colored the purest of blacks, but her face was a different story. She wore a mask of silver that started from her brows, and ended at the tip of her muzzle, cladding her entire constitution in a mask that suited her personality just well. She was very different from other wolves for the fact that from her shoulder blades sprouted two ivory wings that were the purest of whites. The tips of her wings were gold. Another thing that might have actually been different, and unique about her is the fact that she possessed two tails, and an ancient dagger strapped to her paw that could only be drawn if she summoned it. It was just like an assassins hidden blade.
Her second form is quite a different story. All amount of innocence that the deceiving female possessed was quite literally stripped away. Her eyes changed from the mellow midnight blue to a bright white. Yes, in her second form she is indeed blind, but she doesn't need her eyesight. She merely uses the sound of your blood rushing through your veins to locate you. She becomes much taller, and slimmer. A few ribs quite literally poked out of her skin, and seemed as if they would break through the surface at any moment. She was not to be underestimated though, she was terribly strong. Claws extended at a whim, and turned into dangerous daggers. In her second form she also had twin tails, but these were long, slender, and tipped with deadly barbs like daggers. She had a slender column with a wide jaws, and a powerful bite. Her wings were still there, but the feathers completely molt away, and leave bony appendages in what was once their former glory.
Aim, kill them all.[/size][/blockquote]
LIKES Deceiving, manipulating, and destroying lives.
DISLIKES: Being out done, plans not going according to her wishes, and male dependent females.
FEARS: The light, and actually attaining a soul one day.
ELEMENT: N/A
PERSONALITY: Vaerminas quite literally has two different personalities and the skill to switch in-between these personalities with ease. One personality is the one of the angel. Sweet, innocent, and pleasant, you could never image her harming a flea. She seems to have a positive out look on life, and would never tell a lie. She has a heart of gold, and loyalty that would put a saint to shame. She has an upbeat, and positive attitude, and would never second guess a higher authority. She seemed to be a female with her head on straight, and one goal in sight. To one day be a mother of five beautiful pups, and teach them the right way. There would be no other way to describe this side of her personality other than a complete angel. This is all a ruse, however.
The other half of her personality that she hides so well is quite the contrast of an angel. Sick, demented, and cunning, she will not stop at anything to get what she really wants. She will not stop at anything even if it means murder, and actually prefers it that way. Spilling blood does not phase her in the least. She has no desire to settle down, and raise a family. That is the furthest thing on her mind. Her true goal in life was to bring pain, destruction, and darkness. She was truly a malicious being. A devil in angel attire.
Oppose and disagree[/size][/blockquote]
Destroy Demonocracy
FAMILY: Ventosus: Mother
Father: Unknown
HISTORY
An assassin is born
You see, her mother was of the air element born with the calling Ventosus. She had been a powerful warrior for the wind nation. She had never taken a life that hadn't needed to be taken, and was merciful when she had the chance to be. She was a powerful being that delivered justice where it was needed, and joy where it was deserved. She had been smart, and kind, but perhaps a little too naive. She had fallen victim to a strapping young male that had made himself seem as if he were good, and kind. He had been quite devious, and after convincing Ventosus that that he would never leave, and would love her forever she allowed him to plant his seed deep within her womb. She had realized her mistake quite quickly, but by then it was too late. Their joining was more painful than she had ever imagined. His claws raked into her shoulders and chest. Sharp teeth sank into the scruff of her neck, and dyed her white fur red in places. He had treated her as if she were the scum of the earth, and discarded her as such. Like a thief in the night he was gone, leaving her to face her punishment.
It was illegal for one to mate with an outsider, and she had just done so. It was hard to hide. She was stripped of her golden wings. Yes, they were ripped right out of her shoulder blades by the jowls of others. Feathers were strewn across the terra as the female endured the most painful experience she had ever known. She was stripped of her status, and kicked out of the pack to wander the lands. The female had never lost hope, however. She maintained her kind, and caring personality. After some months of wandering, and malnutrition she had found a pack that was willing to accept a banished wind wolf. She had been hardly more than skin and bones, eating just enough to keep her spawn alive. She didn't care what the pregnancy had taken from her. This would be her child, and her child was everything to her. The pack took care of her, but she never gained the proper weight that was needed for her to give birth unscathed.
It had started out as a innocent day. The mother had been out in the field by herself looking for some herbs. She had since been inducted under the watchful gaze of a healer who was training her everything she knew about the arts of healing. It was very much a summery day in early fall, but the father quickly began to change. Around noon Ventosus began to feel painful contractions raking through her body, and taking her breath away. The pain was unbearable, and brought her to her knees. Her pants were little more than pleas for help. It felt as if her insides were being ripped apart. It began to storm, and rain fell down from the skies above like ice. Hail pounded against her frail frame, and left gaping wounds. She wailed in pain from both the flesh wounds, and the seed that was making an entrance into the world. The wind was howling, and the clouds were swirling above head like a mighty tempest. She was only in labor for a matter of minutes, but it was the longest few minutes of her life. When help finally arrived the pup was laying on the ground in a puddle of her mothers blood. Ventosus wasn't moving. She wasn't breathing. Her gaze held no life, but was more like glassy orbs. The pup had killed her from the inside.
The pup was from there on considered to be a devil child, and was cast out of the pack once it was old enough to live by it's self. They had named her Vaerminas, after the Goddess of Nightmares for the fae had been truly a nightmare. The pup was cast of of the pack of her mother, and forced to wander the lands until starvation nearly took her young life. That was when a strapping young wolf clad in all black - just like her save for her face - with midnight blue eyes approached her. He took her in, and cared for her. He fed her, and taught her his ways. He helped her embrace her twun form, and learn how to control it some. He helped her embrace her true nature. Her need - want to bring destruction, mayhem, and sorrow upon others. He helped her use her second nature, the angel personality to her advantage. He helped her learn how to manipulate others with it. He helped her learn how to cover up her own intentions. When she became two years of age he told her there was no more he could teach her, and would need to move on. Before he left, he gifted her with an ancient hidden blade that strapped to one paw. It was to be used to protect herself. She said good bye to the one being that she might have ever cared about. But loved? No, she could never truly love any one.
They went their separate ways, and she began her career as the ultimate con-artist.
MAGIC Nightmares: Because she is the product of true evil, and good, she is able to project nightmares into others dreams, or even make their worse fears come to life. However, she needs to get them to tell her their dreams first before she can make them come to life. She can project images on another's mind at free will.
Tempest: It isn't as strong as a full blooded elemental's spells, but it's still deadly all together. She can use this spell to do exactly what it's called: summon a tempest to wreck havoc upon the lands.
dancing swords: She can summon two swords using the air around her, and use them as weapons.
THE PUPPET MASTER[/size][/blockquote]
NICKNAME: Teu
WHY YOU JOINED: Riv asked me to co- admin for her.
HOW YOU FOUND US: Riv
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: N/A
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