Post by Imaginatio on Dec 22, 2008 9:11:21 GMT -5
Nicknames: Shining Brow, Witch-Child, Farseer
Desired Rank: Beta
Age: ((Actual Age: 2 Years))
The appearance of a pup, but the curse that runs through my veins has heightened my mind and senses...I appear older than I am
Looks:
Something about this pup isn't right...However, she looks normal enough. Dark bluey black fur covers her body, of medium length and sleek, and upon her brow is a shining silver star shaped mark, the two bottom tips ending just above her eyes, with her since birth. But it is covered by a large tuft of fur hanging down over her forehead, and covering part of those shocking violet eyes. Underneath her fur, barely visible through her fur, crisscrossing all over her skin are scars, long jagged ones and short, deep set ones.
She is slightly more slender than a pup should be, having lost her puppy fat the moment she was born, shivering and cold into the world. Her ears stand erect and proud, the inner parts of her ears a slightly lighter grey than the rest of her, and fluffy. The pads of her paws harvest a pinkish tinge, and from the base to the tip of her tail there is a rugged blend of black and grey smudges. Her tail is long, but quite bushy, as least three quarters her length, and she often hides her face with it.
But her face is odd, this is most unlike any other pup you have seen. Her cheekbones are pronounced, her muzzle long, and the teeth set in her jaw are fully grown and razor sharp, similar to that of an adult wolfs. Her nose is a dark blue, and is slightly pointed at the end of her muzzle. Then comes her spiritly eyes, ones that make you look away, for they burn voraciously in her sockets. Angry, violet eyes that never seem to be looking at you yet seem to see right through you. Those eyes can see anything...
Element:
Pain Split -
Description;
Elva can feel the pain of other wolves and other wolf-like creatures. The closer or greater the pain is, the clearer the pain felt for Elva. She is also compelled to stop all pain, and if in the presence of pain, she will throw herself in the way of the victim to take the force of the blow, be it of any strength or element. If she is physically touching another animal, she acts as a transformer and can also feel the pain of that animal, though it only works when she touches another animal. If she cannot stop or even decrease the pain, she becomes ill.
Duration;
Ongoing. Elva cannot control, start or stop her ability to feel others of her species physical pain. She has managed- just about- to block out others' mental pain but she cannot stop the physical pain from taking a hold. She can barely stop herself from preventing the pain, but if she does she becomes violently sick.
Manifestation;
No Particular manifestation, only in Elva's apparent wisdom beyond her puppydom, and her evergoing depressing attitude to others and life itself. She also acts as a kind of healer by taking the pain of others upon herself. Because of these burdens, she has a very high pain threshold.
Slow Growth -
Description;
A side effect of her Pain Split element, Elva's growth is stunted due to her constant need for healing. All her energies are spent healing others and healing the pain taken into her that she has an extremely slow growth rate. Added to the fact that she's pretty frail to begin with she uses more energy to keep going and doing what she does than she does in developing physically.
Duration;
Slow Growth will continue to occur unconsciously as long as Elva still contains Pain Split in her metabolism. Her birth element is slowing her growth due to excessive energy used on healing. She will eventually age and die, but as she does she will become even more frail and sickly, weak in body but not in mind and soul as her muscles waste away in order to heal others. It is likely that she will not be able to conceive.
Manifestation;
The power manifests in the fact that Elva still contains the physical and sometimes psychological traits of a pup. Her body structure is not affected in any way by the lack of growth so she appears to be a normal pup, if a little on the runty side. However her mind continues to develop and absorc information at an alarming rate. Her mental development is not affected by her 'Powers'.
Personality:
When you hear, see, even feel nothing but pain, even the good things in this world are torn away from you. I was born into a loving, intimate family who protected me and raised me with care. Unfortunately, hearing the pain of all spirits around me, the suffering, the worry and anxiety across their minds, did something to me. It made me...different.
My family could not see through my eyes, I feel the hurts of those nearest me most, and it scares me how much my...illness hurts my own family. Even with my birth, and their love given to me, I am hurting my own family.
I can't say exactly whats wrong with me now, only I don't eat what I should, and I see nothing to life whatsoever, but I know that I am wrong. I am an abomination. But I will try to help others. I will protect them from harm. Because that must be why I am here, to stop harm. I am a mistake, yet why hasn't anyone else killed me yet? Why am I still here? If there is nothing for me but to be a host to all the suffering in the world, why allow me to live?
Eyes:
The most horrendous violet eyes burn into you, a striking gaze that you'll never escape.
History:
My own past escapes me, only that it has been drowned out by the misery filled cries of those who suffer, and the insane drive to aid their suffering. Being unable to walk, just a days old, yet old enough to think, to feel, to predict, to feel a life being snuffed out, and weeping upon my mothers belly, that is a memory.
Opening my eyes, and seeing the moon for the first time, it's silvery hue casting a light upon my darkened fur, and my own silvery marking, whilst the ghostly cries of the dying fill my ears, that is a memory.
Catching a fish, and being unable to end it's pitiful life, feeling the pain of it's capture, the hopelessness spilling out of it into me. Before I let it go, I retch and writhe, feeling the indents my claws made in it's skin, my illness making me unable to eat it, that is a memory.
Seeing my mother and father wrack with pain, as they suffer the punishment and shame of me unable to hunt, unable to fight, because of my condition. Their Alphas and superiors breaking them above me, watching their eyes widen as they cry out, not to hurt me, a poor, helpless pup, that is a memory.
Watching my brothers fall to the floor, beaten and bruised for protecting me, feeling sick because I was unable to stop their pain, feeling the burning thoughts of those who hated me, that is a memory.
Feeling the eyes, and the knowing hatred of my own packmembers, their thoughts that I was cursed, that I brought bad luck upon them. Their scornful words, their hateful looks. The corpses of ravens strewn across the entrance to our den, that is a memory.~
Yet one comes, clearer than the others, in some places, and extremely fuzzy in others. My most cherished and most loathed memory. Each time I visit it, I wonder why and how. What happened that night? Why is there a haze across my mind? How did it all end and I wake up, dazed and confused, a sharp metallic taste in my mouth, a stench rising up my nose and my fur slicked-no, soaked with...well.
Well now never mind about that. It was a normal day, yet something happened that evening that I should have never forgotten. My mother, father, my brothers, I know they all witnessed it. I just don't know yet whether they are alive or not to tell me of it.
((She will have visions of that night and they will come in random bits and pieces <- little warning note for ya))
Parental Description:
Mother; Minschi
An elegant slender wolf, with a dazzling silky pelt of a darkened violet colour, blending into the deepest ebony at the tip of her muzzle. Her structure is bold, proud and strong, yet beautiful. Not often cowed, her eyes are a deep crimson, an elongated muzzle with a well structured jaw. Her paws are dainty yet deadly.
Father; Par
A strong, stocky and muscular wolf, proud in his movements and deliberate in his words. Strong jaws and large teeth. Pelt is a deep navy colour with a few splodges of darkened sea blue trailing towards the tip of his tail. His eyes are a deep mauve with a few flecks of gold in them, yet they are lined with a blood red hunger...
Mate: If such a state of being exists, I may be spared this agony, but who would love one such as I?
Pups: Why would I curse children with this gift? It is enough that the pain falls on mine own shoulders
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio is fitting, as it allows me to sympathise with the pathetic life pulsing around me, although it also allows me to curse the lives of those who scorn me.