Post by Teu~ on Dec 1, 2012 4:58:48 GMT -5
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I was told to stay away, those two words I can't obey[/center]
GLIMPSES OF A NEW LIFE[/size][/blockquote]
NAME: Ipomoea Alba
GENDER Female
AGE: Four
SEASON OF BIRTH: Winter
SEXUALITY: Straight
SPECIES: Elemental
PACK: Sensuret
ARE REFLECTED ALL AROUND YOU[/size][/blockquote]
SHORT DESCRIPTION Cold, calculating, quiet confidence, undeterred determination.
APPEARANCE: Alba is a pretty white she-wolf above average in describing her as 'gorgeous'. As a pup, she was spotless, surrounded in youthfulness and innocence. Her face fit perfectly with her well groomed body and fur. She was the pack's pride and glory. Even in the marshy wetland and the dried sandy heat, her fur was always neat and clean, spic and span, even her silver and white colours stood out in the foggy darkness.
Her eyes are a wonder, and creatures are delinquent to say how she got her eye colour. As an arctic wolf, eyes of their color remain to the minimum of yellow, rarely in her old pack, did she ever see a pup with sheer ice blue eyes. Her eyes could stun any passer, as even in any animal, you don't see pure ice blue eyes daily. Her eyes however, not what got her her name. Ipomoea Alba a Latin term meaning 'moon flower' was given. As she doesn't take up flowery attitude and taste of one consulted with 'flower', she takes up the wiry, slim body as one perceived with 'stem'. Generally, she was born at the time of the full moon, as a rare moon flower was, surprisingly actually found that night by mere coincidence. Alba, a term meaning White, can mostly describe her. As not only does she have pure white fur, but her attitude is a pure white slate.
ALWAYS THERE TO GUIDE YOU[/size][/blockquote]
LIKES: Order, the night, and to be heard.
DISLIKES: Disorder, disrespect, and unnecessary violence.
FEARS: That one day, some one would break past her wall, and some one would
ELEMENT: Water/ice
PERSONALITY: Emotionless, uncommonly emotionless. A pretty good way to sum her up. She won't show immediate emotion, and hates to let other packs, or even her own pack or even anyone read her. 'I can read you like a book does not generally apply to her. Like the white river in her home world, she is described not of its withering body, but its icy coldness. Eyes are not averted, always staring you right in the face. She won't back down from a challenge no matter what --even if her life is a stake, she has a deep mound of stubbornness that I can't say is buried deep within her.
Alba will not hesitate to punish. No, she has no soft heart for pups, older wolves etc., the weak, anyone that requires her ability. She will do what is mandatory for their needs individually; but as for the whole of her pack, I cannot say the same. She is completely loyal and held to her oath. If the Alpha's make her swear to secrecy, she damn right will go and swear to them --in her formal justical matter of course.
Proper and follow directions. She shall do that, she will do what her dominates will say, but don't even think of bossing her around if you are are lower ranking. As she does to what the Alpha's say, etc., she does kiss their behinds till they die and go to heaven. No, she does it to get on their good side for Beta. Alba is not a 'follower' she is a leader, and she would make a good one at that. She can be categorized as a great speaker. If humans were to reach her and detect her personality, they would call her the Hitler of the twenty-first century --although that doesn't totally capture the length of her personality; but it may give you a visual. She isn't nearly as if this is even a word 'evil', but determined, unswayed, undeterred, and full of quiet confidence.
She will not kill unless it is absolutely called for. if one offends her, wolves, creatures, anythings will get immediately on her bad side, and will probably receive a claw on the ear, or for pups, a cuff on the ear; but she would never kill just because she doesn't like their breed, their species, the way they talk to her, anything like that.
She has one soft side, for her most loyal follower that she will not choose to shoo away. First off, she hates company, not really hates it as she despises the like of it --I guess that would happen if you'd have been a loner for a such long time. A year she was alone --as death stalked her waiting for the moment to pounce.
As luck found it, he never found a way into her closed heart, enough to take her away from this world. He could sense the determination those long days, walking from the Arctic circle, to the shore of this so-called-freedom land: America. It was different than her home land. not to say in the least comforting. Today, she resist the claws of death, but tomorrow she would walk to him willingly, when her deed was done. And that wouldn't be for a while.
I'VE FOUND THE BRIGHTNESS[/size][/blockquote]
FAMILY: None
HISTORY Her history is one of great friendship, which is serious in her case, deeds, struggles, and most importantly: survival. Survival is the key word. Without its presence, she would not be with her pack these many months.
It started at midnight. The moon was full, and not a sound was heard throughout the night. It was the dead of winter, pups had gone cold. Few were born, few were alive to put the matter smoothly. The prey was harsh, as they were an all 'wolf pack', they didn't have the applied abilities of their cousins. Competition was hard, and a new tyrant was fighting their Alpha everyday. Once or twice every two months --he hadn't' won yet, but Ebony was old, and failing eyesight would not help him. Fear was spreading throughout the pack like a disease. She should know, she felt it. It was there, gripping at her heart, making it beat fast and fast by the minute.
They tyrant, Kaugirri, was a young wolf --but very determined, he wanted nothing but to rule, and have those lesser than him become his slaves. He hated pups, and any pup that was different than him, he would throw daggers in their direction. Sheer blue eyes? It wasn't a question, he wanted her out. It would be okay if they were ocean blue or even slightly ice blue; but they weren't, and for that matter, she had to go. He had made up the decision the moment she was born. According to him, he had that right --he was her father after all.
It was a mystery how her mother, a sweet loving and caring pup, fell in love with a threat like him; but he wasn't always self-centered and prone to power. It was pure foolishness that pulled them together. Her mother was a blind bat, she couldn't see her mate's determination and ambition. When she finally did, she was too in love to pull away, pure foolishness. Kaugirri didn't even treat her with the respect she deserved, shoving her around and wanting her to do everything for him.
To the unbeknown and unfortunate of her mother, she would be well grown up with his attitude --if not slightly as much of an 'evil' tyrant. He was a Hitler through and though, anything as it was.
Her mother knew what her mate was up to, and to protect Alba's life, she ran away with her. Alba had meant everything to her, as she was the only surviving pup. They ran a long ways, her mother half caring her, half pushing her to move faster --but despite her effort, Kaugirri, the new pack Alpha, caught up.
Her mother hid her in a snow bank, covered in fox dung. None could smell her, while quite frankly, none were good trackers to begin with. They left, her mother saying that she had died awhile back --they left her out alone in the snow, she was barely three months old.
She felt useless, unwanted, no one needed her. Then again, she never did ever like her father. She wasn't as blind as her mother, but she did want to be like him, be powerful and full of forbidding --she had no intention of becoming a tyrant. She ate dung to live, rarely did she ever come across a carcass. She wasn't old enough to hunt, she had never learned. She was seven months when she reached the sea.
The sea. Immediately she was captured by the beauty and grace of it, stepping into what she thought was 'warm water' she was tricked and pulled out against her will. She was drowning --and all hope for her was lost.
She opened her eyes to a sandy beach, and it surprised her as much as when she found a huge snout sniffing her face. Ignorance and instinct had her jump up and claw him. And claw him she did, it left him with a small scar down his forehead.
When she saw he wasn't attacking, she drew away, daggers in her eyes. He flinched and she was tempted so smile. And then he spoke to her, one word, and she lost her anger 'please'. As she looked back on it, she was a fool who had no control over her emotion; but he was good to her, and it made it all the better.
The wolf was black, as black as night, with warm yellow eyes that she couldn't take her gaze away from. He was a pup like her, one was nine months, the other ten. He was the latter. She didn't learn his name until three days later --call it rude, but she was still weary of him. He was kind to her, bringing her prey and other stuff. She would refuse to eat it at first, the pride getting the better of her, but she was starving, as soon, she gave in. Three days later he spoke to her. It was startling as his voice was a rich creaming comforting one. 'Trust me' he said. And she did. She told him all about her past, her father and where they came from, and in exchange, he told her his.
He was a forest wolf, a word she had him describe, and he was abandoned by his pack around the same age as her. He knew how to fight and hunt, only because a loner had taught him before the loner had died. He had found her on the northern shore and he told her that this was a place called America the word was funny and foreign on her tongue, and she tasted it with relish.
They grew to become friends, he teaching her and her teaching him. Before long, they were strong and ready to move from the beach. He took her to the first site of the woods, and there was were he decided to follow her and look after her. He was madly in love with her, though he didn't know it. It was that day she learned his name. It was a Latin name like hers, Anemone Nemorosa, but call him Nem. And so she did.
MAGIC: Healing waters: Using this power, Alba is able to use water to heal herself, or others. There's a catch though: she's only able to use this power at night, when the moon is out, and at it's full capacity.
Ice daggers: When angered, Alba can create ice daggers from water any where, whether it be in a plant, or a puddle of water, and turn the droplets of water into lethal daggers that she can send soaring through the air.
Steam: If concentrating enough, Alba can bend the water around her to rise from the ground in the form of steam, and make a mist that can provide cover for herself, and any one else. Having said that, this takes a great amount of energy, and should not be used unless absolutely necessary.
Blood bending: Alba has developed the shocking ability to actually bend ones blood inside of their body to move their limbs against their will. This is extremely tiring, and would only be used in extreme cases. Note: Would only be used in role play with role players permission.
Fatality: This earned it's name because it is extremely fatal. Alba, being fairly good at water bending means that she can use water from just about any where, meaning she can create a tidal wave just about any where. To do this, the moon has to be at high tide.
THE PUPPET MASTER[/size][/blockquote]
NICKNAME: Teu
WHY YOU JOINED: Cos it's fun
HOW YOU FOUND US: Found it through Riv. <3
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: {It is only needed for first bio.}
[side note]: Alba is originally a character from ---A|BA-CREEPERS 'n CO. } Her appearance, personality, and history were all created by her, and I have full person to use her here. I had adopted her, and gotten permission from Alba. :3
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