Post by » §TORM « on May 22, 2011 12:12:20 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2][style=background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/20uvjwm.jpg'); width: 620px; height: 620px; border: #fff 1px dashed;] [/style][style=font-family: times; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 30px; color: #eef4f0;]& NEVAEH `[/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align:justify; width: 620px; line-height: 8px; color: #d2c9c6;]GFDNAHLEAT DESERTED; MY ORGANS CAN GO ON WITHOUT ME YOU CAN'T FLY THESE WINGS - - - - [/style] | |
| [atrb=width,440][style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 450px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #eaf0ec; color:#423c42;] AINT NO ROSES TO SEND ME TO THE MORGUE Pack N/A Rank N/A Gender She-wolf Age Less than 1 Year ; Pup MAYBE DEAR YOUR COLORS DON'T SHOW Fur Color Tan and white Eye Color Crystal-like (See Physical Description) Scars None Appearance Beauty is a strange thing; everyone's interpretation is different. Though this is true, most would agree that Nevaeh is beautiful. The young wolfess has a tiny frame, placed upon thin, delicate legs. Though slender, her body is well rounded. Her bones don't protrude like most of the wolves' she encounters. Sable and white stain her fur in a perfect compliment. The pattern that shapes her face is a mostly open mask. The same ivory color that coats her legs and underbelly crawls up her chest and over her muzzle. At the tip of her long slender snout lies her nose, splashed with the same midnight color that lines her mouth and eyes. The same snowy hue of her pelt travels up to her eyes, fading into the sable color just above them. The diluted tan color sweeps around the inner corners of orbs and flicked out to the side. It continues down her ears, back, and tail, looking more like a dirty white than anything else. However, the grand prize of Nevaeh's appearance, the trait that makes her truly stunning, is the crystal like structures she has for eyes. The optics that sit in her sockets are clear and reflective. Squared, carbon-like rocks fill her eyes like diamonds, residing behind a round, transparent film. The color varies with the objects that surround her, always reflecting the hue she stares at. The beauty her orbs posses is something that could only have been crafted by the heavens themself. Though stunning, her eyes posses a certain gruesomeness; clear eyes aren't exactly common. They contain a certain captivation, but it's nearly impossible to stare. Something about them forces many wolves to look away. There is something about those beautiful, god sent eyes that hold an untold power. AND YET IT ISN'T A SIN TO KILL THOSE YOU LOVE Power Type Empathy Power Branch Telepathically speak to wolves. Personality Nevaeh is heavenly, no pun intended. She is a collection of pure innocence bundled into the body of a single pup. The harsh life of a wolf residing at wishing hasn't corrupted her mind or personality. Her heart is one of pure gold, hypothetically speaking. Evil is something she can't comprehend. Lies, deceit, hurt, shame: they're all things that don't exist to the poor young wolfess. She has never known anything other than happiness and strength. It was tradition in the lands of Flourish that every pup was granted a gift. Nevaeh was blessed with determination. Since the moment she was born, she knew she was destined to leave her home of Flourish. It was a journey in which she never even hesitated a step. It takes a lot for her to waver once her mind is set on a goal. Most would call her stubborn; she prefered to look at it as strength. Being mute never really bothered Nevaeh. The cause for the absence of her voice had never been discovered; she just couldn't speak. Her power, however, came very early, and she coped with life by learning to use it. Telepathically speaking causes her to become completely exhausted, to the point it hurts to blink. Resulting in the rare use of his power. Nevaeh is also very independent. Due to being sent on her own at such a young age, she learned to rely on herself. She hunts on her own, she lives on her own, and much more. Contradictorily, she very much enjoys the presence and company of other wolves. Preferences Kindness, Company, Rabbits, Crows, Water, hunting Strengths/Weaknesses Innocence, Sweet, Likable / Easily deceived HOW IS THERE A PAST IF NO ONE REMEMBERS NO MORE Family Mother + Father - The Chosen Ones - Flourish Regrets N/A Secret Ambitions To make the Lord's of her land proud, and to save the lives of all Wishing wolves. History "The Chosen Ones will someday bear, the perfect pup, with a kaleidoscope stare, Do not fear the crystal eyes, She shall live, the other dies, Sent from Heaven to end the strife, of all packs suffering from loss of life. The journey she shall make alone, never, again, to return to her home. To bring peace and love to Wishing lands, I leave their fate now in her hands." Many miles separated the lands of Wishing and Flourish, but their cultures were a world apart. Prophecies told the life of the Flourish wolves, and religion reigned. Alphas and Alphesses were replaced with the Chosen Ones. The Foreteller of the pack received and interpreted prophets from the Lords that have passed on. Most came true within a matter of months/ One, however, had haunted the pack for many, many generations. It had been told for the Chosen Ones to hear back when the pack had first formed. Now the nightmare was Ellestia's. She paced over the stony floor of her den, mind reeling with a mixture of anxiety and fear. The prophecy spoke of "the other's" death. But, who exactly was the other? Could she be birthing two pups? Or was Ellestia's death inevitable? However, there was a chance that the curse would pass over her and onto the litter she was about to birth. She wouldn't know for nearly two weeks after they were born. To make matters worse, she gave life to two pups, both a boy and a girl. Shortly after the birth, the Foreteller arrived in her den. "The Heavens have spoken to me," he said. "They say to name the girl Nevaeh, and to leave the son nameless as he is to die. She is our prophet." The pack sent the next few months training the pup for the life that awaited her. While her mother mourned, Nevaeh learned to hunt, how to hide, how to survive. Swimming was a task she rather disliked, but unfortunately it was the one most required. She began her journey bravely. The first few days went smoothly. It was almost as if the heavens had strategically placed food in her path so she could travel with a full belly. It was several weeks before any challenges faced her. Of course, it was swimming. The journey lasted hours before she came to one small island, only large enough to sleep under a long tree. She had never officially learned to fish, so the several days traveling over the ocean she nearly starved. Making it back to land was an adjustment, she had obtained "sea legs." She then began to study the packs, and never fully made herself known. That is, until now. LISTEN HIGH LISTEN LOW IF YOU'RE A GENIE LET IT SHOW BUT WISHES AINT WITH US NO MORE JUST ANOTHER URBAN LEGEND WE'LL NEVER EVER KNOW [/style] | [atrb=width,140][style=margin-top: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 140px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #eaf0ec; color:#423c42; text-align:center;] status , DONE! amazingness , 6? notes , notes go here [/style] |
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