Post by downfall347 on Sept 20, 2008 10:53:48 GMT -5
NAME: Harlequin
NICKNAMES: None
DESIRED RANK: Grand cheese minister of the universe
AGE: 32 (Wolf years)
LOOKS: What some once called beautiful, what some once called a goddess. She is a creature of grace, and of a dark beauty. It is behind these looks her nature hides. The madness in her eyes, the twitching of her ear. She is a reminder of a shattered crystal, the pieces still beautiful but broken all the same. She is fallen, and it is obvious in her eyes, her unkept coat, and her slightly crooked tail.
ELEMENT: Her element is in the illusionary. She holds domain over hallucinations, over waking dreams powerful enough to hide reality. However, if she manages to will, if she manages a glimmer of sanity in the mad storm of her mind, she can push these illusions into reality, if only for a short time. However, doing so comes at a great cost. One creature, or a wall can be done with a simple pang of sharp pain in the skull. A few things will cause a nose bleed, create too much, and it would certainly be the death of her.
PERSONALITY: Kind at best, homicidal at worst. Harlequin's mind is a fractured and torn place, one in which enemies can be friends, and friends, can be monsters. Her moods, actions, and entire demeanor are entirely up to chance, and while her madness can sometimes be interpreted as a joke, or as harmless, one must never trust her. She is a lunatic, one who has lost the line between the black and the light, one who's mind was broken through pains beyond conscious understanding.
EYES: The color of emeralds when viewed in water
WINGS: None
HISTORY: Harlequin was born to with the name of Kira. She had a rather normal life, the child of two loners who lived in the wild parts of the world, beyond the eyes of a pack. Her parents loved her, and raised her into a strong, passionate wolf, trying to impart on her the knowledge they had gained of the world, most of the time, she didn't listen. Eventually her time to find a mate came, and she ventured out into the world for the first time, powerless and young. She was sane, her mind intact.
She lived alone for four months. Months of fear, of confusion, of a world which her parents had not prepared her for. She nearly died, many times, confronted with beasts and dangers she could have only imagined in her worst nightmares But she was strong, and at the end of it all, she came through alive. She was sane, only a thin crack in her mind.
She met a male, a strong wolf who was once of the forest pack but left, craving a life unbound by the hierarchy of a pack. He was sweet to her, told her he loved her, promised her endless days of joy. This was a frightening world, he offered protection from it, they joined. Kira was so sure that she was in love. Sure that every male bit his mate. Sure that her blood on his teeth meant he really loved her. She was sane, yet the thin crack began to widen.
Two years passed, and Kira's beauty looked beaten, tired and torn. She had born four cubs, but, they had passed while she slept. HE had told her of it, of how he had buried the pups while she slept to save her the grief of seeing them. He was so sweet, so considerate. She nuzzled close to him, telling him it was ok, that they could try again, hiding the agony she felt that stabbed deeper than any fang. She wondered as she fell asleep, why he smelled so strongly of blood. Her sanity began to break, the crack had branched out.
Another year, and she was weak. Her fire burned out, her soul crushed. Another pup had died shortly after birth, while she slept. He told her it was her fault, that their blood was on her soul. She nodded, it had to be the truth, after all, he loved her, why would he lie? She began to see things, odd things, heard voices, odd voices. Her sanity was fading, her mind breaking.
She had never known her power, her element, had lived life by her fangs, had survived without it. She did not know it was her that brought the monsters at night, her that caused the sounds that haunted her and her mate. He was growing more nervous every day, less and less apt to put up with her faults. Something was hunting him, he was convinced of it. By the end of the week he had gone mad, bashing his head into a rock again and again, trying to escape the bear with a sea of maggots swimming in its eyes. Kira stared down at him, once he had not moved for many hours, his blood cold, his body stiff. She smiled, turned and began to walk. Kira had died with him. Her sanity was dead, her mind shattered.
Harlequin walked away, and with her, madness walked.
OTHER INFO: She has no control over her abilities, and is often as plagued by them as those who go near her. The illusions cannot hurt you, but they do seem as real as reality itself. With her madness walks, get too close, and it will come for you. However, as time passes she will slowly gain some degree of control via a power she calls 'Gwush'.
MATE: Dead
PUPS: Eaten
ZODIAC SIGN: A herring
Parents:
Mother:
Name: Dalia
Description: A kind and gentle soul Dalia always tried to impart on her daughter a sense of justice, and fairness she thought required for all wolves. It is obvious that most of Harlequins shattered beauty comes from the mother, most markedly her emerald eyes. Dalia was mostly black but this was hardly noticed compared to her almost luminescent green markings. Twisting vines seemed to merge into her skin, moving down her legs and across her back, her eyes the most vivd of the green.
Father:
Name: Calaz
Description: Harlequin doesn't remember much of her father, as he was off hunting for most of her earliest memories. But she did remember the air of responsibility he carried, and would often tell her about some great purpose in life, something she at such a young age cared little about. His coat was a solid mat black, and it was in his fur that stars burned as brilliantly as they did in the night sky. He contained the night in his coat, and he wore it with pride. He was a slightly larger wolf, but it was a gift he never sought to use, a lifetime of pacifism his choice.