Post by †Synyster Gates† on Jun 16, 2007 12:46:42 GMT -5
Name;; Lilith
Age;; 2
Gender;; Female
Description;; She is tall and almost unnaturally skinny with long legs and a delicate build though it is obvious from her scars that she can't exactly be pushed around. She is almost all legs and looks like she has no muscle or fat for that matter though muscles ripple under her skin. She is deadly beautiful with a fierce grace about her, there's just something about her that says you can't push her around. Scars cover her body like spider webs from her constant beatings as a pup.
The scars are just slightly darker patches of silver fur that cover her body. The scar that runs from her chin to her lower stomach from her run it with her father is made up of light grey fur though it's barely noticeable unless your looking for it.
Personality;; She has a split personality that changes with the season and the time of day. Usually she is quiet, uncaring and rather rude, not caring what others think about her. She likes being by herself but she enjoys being around the slaves and other darks as well. She is twisted and obsessed with blood so if your wounded don't come anywhere near this chick because you won't survive. She follows Synyster anywhere loyally and is loyal to anyone who can win her trust enough to keep her around for any amount of time. She is flirty at times but that's just a scam and she will kill without reason if she's in that kind of mood. She's someone you don't want to meet in a dark forest so just take off if you see her malicious grin and glittering red eyes. If she looks thoughtful though then just come along and say hi, she won't snap unless you give her a reason to. She enjoys tormenting the slaves and even torments the darks at times though that's only when their bleeding though Synyster can always stop her for some weird reason...
Rank;; Guard
Alignment;; Dark
Ability;; Can control the shadows to an extent meaning she and pin your shadow and such.
History;; Tsume was a proud soon-to-be father, and Kiba an excited mother, her belly swollen with the fruits of her life. Together they watched over the Snow Pack, a large gathering with one trait, one similarity that brought their kinsmen together - their color. The entire pack was formed of white wolves, save for the lowliest rankings who even then had very pale grey pelts, and they all had clear blue eyes. 'To see clearly through evil in this world.' Outsiders were considered savages, only their elite line of dove white candids were worthy to live on the fruitful lands in their eyes.
Then, as Spring began to peak its lime green head, bringing hope to the pack, something went terribly wrong. The litter of the alphas, which had been so greatly looked forward to, seemed to have had a curse laid upon it. The elders said only evil would have brought one of the darkest wolves in the midst of the hierarchy of dove white 'angels'. Lilith was born, her light flesh making it hard to tell her apart from her siblings until her eyes opened. There was talk to cull the babe, but instead they thought of a even worst use for its life. An example. A tool used to frighten the young. A seed of the devil, growing to a surprisingly large minx. Lilith... The dark one.' Why even give a name to the body they used as a game?
War-torn and forlorn, she lived her life at the edge of her pack, never receiving food from others after the day she was weaned from her mothers milk. Hunting became second nature to her, studying nature and her oblivious pack mates a hobby, a profession. She was the punching bag they took their anger out on, and by now she had almost grown used to the constant beatings. It was the only time they ever paid any attention to her. When she was dripping sweet blood, she would look up and see their expectant, heated gazes, and relish in the warm hatred. It was all she had.
Her brother, Toboe, had been named heir to the thrown, and everyone rejoiced in the news. Everyone except Lilith. She began to feel hatred as she never had felt towards her brother, and had often hidden in the bushes, watching with disgust as vixens similar in age followed at his heals, adorned him with gifts. She had lived most of her life forcing her crimson eyes closed, knowing the sight of them sparked great anger towards the others; and now she glared at him through them with fury, half hoping that the legend of her black magic was true so that she could curse him. Kill him. Kill him.
It was winter, and food was scarce. Lilith and her siblings were practically full grown. Her parents had taken most of the pack on a hunt, but her brother Toboe had stayed behind, much to his dismay, to try out full power for the couple days. There was nothing he hated more than being left out. Well, welcome to Lilith's world. He sought out his red eyed sister, hoping to release some of his frustration.
There was no one around. The look she saw on his surprised face when she rose to her full height, lips curled back in the nastiest of smiles still brought butterflies to her stomach. It was so wonderful. She was on him an instant later, tearing and digging into his weak flesh. How ironic. The pack which had pushed her aside, causing her to become a powerful single hunter had brought on the easy death of their heir. She listened to the squeals of pain and horror, numbly felt his terrified limbs attempt to push her away. But she clung on madly, shaking her head with mouthfuls of guts and spraying the entire clearing with deep crimson raindrops. No, sweeter than raindrops. Bathed in her brothers blood, she dragged the carcass to the main den, the general hang-out place for the whole pack, and laid out the practically inside-out body on the meeting stone, and spread out various organs for the whole world to see. She didn't stop laughing the whole time, hysteria had taken affect, and the life-time of abuse had taken its toll.
Her mother returned early, leaving the hunt a day in advance because she had been concerned of her dear 'baby', eager to see how he was handling the rule of the pack. Lilith silenced her screams, ripping the throat out of the mother that never loved her. The mother that was terrified of her own daughters existence. The mother that hated her.
Her father returned home soon after with the pack and hunted her down. They tore her open from chin to lower stomach for the world to see and let her alive for the bird to eat her. The birds didn't find her, a multicolored male did, who later introduced himself as Adrian, and he patched her up and stayed with her until she was strong enough to walk. She had expected him to leave after that but he didn't and they've been together ever since though Lilith's personality always kept them away from others. When others drove her out he came with her and then suddenly he was gone, saying he had to go for a while but after a while Lilith gave up on him and became a guard here though she can often be found gazing off into the distance and mumbling things about him.
Other;; Don't ask about the her scar adn you might just survive...
Age;; 2
Gender;; Female
Description;; She is tall and almost unnaturally skinny with long legs and a delicate build though it is obvious from her scars that she can't exactly be pushed around. She is almost all legs and looks like she has no muscle or fat for that matter though muscles ripple under her skin. She is deadly beautiful with a fierce grace about her, there's just something about her that says you can't push her around. Scars cover her body like spider webs from her constant beatings as a pup.
The scars are just slightly darker patches of silver fur that cover her body. The scar that runs from her chin to her lower stomach from her run it with her father is made up of light grey fur though it's barely noticeable unless your looking for it.
Personality;; She has a split personality that changes with the season and the time of day. Usually she is quiet, uncaring and rather rude, not caring what others think about her. She likes being by herself but she enjoys being around the slaves and other darks as well. She is twisted and obsessed with blood so if your wounded don't come anywhere near this chick because you won't survive. She follows Synyster anywhere loyally and is loyal to anyone who can win her trust enough to keep her around for any amount of time. She is flirty at times but that's just a scam and she will kill without reason if she's in that kind of mood. She's someone you don't want to meet in a dark forest so just take off if you see her malicious grin and glittering red eyes. If she looks thoughtful though then just come along and say hi, she won't snap unless you give her a reason to. She enjoys tormenting the slaves and even torments the darks at times though that's only when their bleeding though Synyster can always stop her for some weird reason...
Rank;; Guard
Alignment;; Dark
Ability;; Can control the shadows to an extent meaning she and pin your shadow and such.
History;; Tsume was a proud soon-to-be father, and Kiba an excited mother, her belly swollen with the fruits of her life. Together they watched over the Snow Pack, a large gathering with one trait, one similarity that brought their kinsmen together - their color. The entire pack was formed of white wolves, save for the lowliest rankings who even then had very pale grey pelts, and they all had clear blue eyes. 'To see clearly through evil in this world.' Outsiders were considered savages, only their elite line of dove white candids were worthy to live on the fruitful lands in their eyes.
Then, as Spring began to peak its lime green head, bringing hope to the pack, something went terribly wrong. The litter of the alphas, which had been so greatly looked forward to, seemed to have had a curse laid upon it. The elders said only evil would have brought one of the darkest wolves in the midst of the hierarchy of dove white 'angels'. Lilith was born, her light flesh making it hard to tell her apart from her siblings until her eyes opened. There was talk to cull the babe, but instead they thought of a even worst use for its life. An example. A tool used to frighten the young. A seed of the devil, growing to a surprisingly large minx. Lilith... The dark one.' Why even give a name to the body they used as a game?
War-torn and forlorn, she lived her life at the edge of her pack, never receiving food from others after the day she was weaned from her mothers milk. Hunting became second nature to her, studying nature and her oblivious pack mates a hobby, a profession. She was the punching bag they took their anger out on, and by now she had almost grown used to the constant beatings. It was the only time they ever paid any attention to her. When she was dripping sweet blood, she would look up and see their expectant, heated gazes, and relish in the warm hatred. It was all she had.
Her brother, Toboe, had been named heir to the thrown, and everyone rejoiced in the news. Everyone except Lilith. She began to feel hatred as she never had felt towards her brother, and had often hidden in the bushes, watching with disgust as vixens similar in age followed at his heals, adorned him with gifts. She had lived most of her life forcing her crimson eyes closed, knowing the sight of them sparked great anger towards the others; and now she glared at him through them with fury, half hoping that the legend of her black magic was true so that she could curse him. Kill him. Kill him.
It was winter, and food was scarce. Lilith and her siblings were practically full grown. Her parents had taken most of the pack on a hunt, but her brother Toboe had stayed behind, much to his dismay, to try out full power for the couple days. There was nothing he hated more than being left out. Well, welcome to Lilith's world. He sought out his red eyed sister, hoping to release some of his frustration.
There was no one around. The look she saw on his surprised face when she rose to her full height, lips curled back in the nastiest of smiles still brought butterflies to her stomach. It was so wonderful. She was on him an instant later, tearing and digging into his weak flesh. How ironic. The pack which had pushed her aside, causing her to become a powerful single hunter had brought on the easy death of their heir. She listened to the squeals of pain and horror, numbly felt his terrified limbs attempt to push her away. But she clung on madly, shaking her head with mouthfuls of guts and spraying the entire clearing with deep crimson raindrops. No, sweeter than raindrops. Bathed in her brothers blood, she dragged the carcass to the main den, the general hang-out place for the whole pack, and laid out the practically inside-out body on the meeting stone, and spread out various organs for the whole world to see. She didn't stop laughing the whole time, hysteria had taken affect, and the life-time of abuse had taken its toll.
Her mother returned early, leaving the hunt a day in advance because she had been concerned of her dear 'baby', eager to see how he was handling the rule of the pack. Lilith silenced her screams, ripping the throat out of the mother that never loved her. The mother that was terrified of her own daughters existence. The mother that hated her.
Her father returned home soon after with the pack and hunted her down. They tore her open from chin to lower stomach for the world to see and let her alive for the bird to eat her. The birds didn't find her, a multicolored male did, who later introduced himself as Adrian, and he patched her up and stayed with her until she was strong enough to walk. She had expected him to leave after that but he didn't and they've been together ever since though Lilith's personality always kept them away from others. When others drove her out he came with her and then suddenly he was gone, saying he had to go for a while but after a while Lilith gave up on him and became a guard here though she can often be found gazing off into the distance and mumbling things about him.
Other;; Don't ask about the her scar adn you might just survive...