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Post by Greenie on Mar 30, 2011 22:51:20 GMT -5
NOW WHO'S THE GREATER SIN;
OOC INFO –
Name: Greenie
Age: 17 Years
Years of Experience: 8 Years
Other Characters on RS: Azzan, Ayla, Selena, Rye, Solicia, Ellie, Malikai, Fathom, Capital, and Glacier
TELL ME DARLING, WHERE DO WE BEGIN;
CHARACTER BASICS –
Full Name: Lovita Selene Vesta
Nicknames: Lovita or Lovely
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Female
Breed: Transylvanian Wolf
Sub-species:
Hybrid: No
YOUR DRAB EYES SEEM TO INVITE;
CHARACTER LOOKS –
Height: 5 foot 8 inches
Weight: 185 pounds
Voice: Christina
Eye Color: Golden Yellow
Fur:
Her fur is a soft midnight blue in color, fading darker and lighter along her graceful feminine curves. Standing out against her midnight blue pelt are subtle hints of a striped pattern in several places along her back, legs, and face. Along with those markings lay small dots of light that seem to almost glow against her darker tones of fur and markings. Large in stature and covered in lean muscles, Lovita is a intimidating, but gentle wolf. Her large size is not to be thought as a weakness, as she is very quick footed and has the grace a ballerina. Graced with very feminine curves, her body is a graceful dancer among many others. Her movements are quick and viper fast. Her eyes are a gentle golden yellow in colors, soft and caring. Lovita isn't by any means plain with her semi-exotic pelt and soft, unspoken golden eyes. Though she isn't one to be simply passed over either.
Scars and Markings: No scars, zebra like markings.
Diseases: None
LIKE THE DEVIL'S GOT YOUR HAND;
ABOUT THE CHARACTER –
Personality:
It is in Lovita's nature to be gentle and caring for those who are around her. Any and every wolf around her that is considered a friend or pack-mate will always be within the security that she will never be anything but gentle and caring toward them unless they display other wise that she should. This doesn't make Lovita a push over or a peace activist at all though. When she is challenged or something happens that demands action in a non-peaceful kind of way she will step up to the plate and demand vengeance.
Always since she could remember Lovita has been a kind of leader no matter where she has lived. Ever since the death of her family she has stepped up to fill her father's show and try to honor their memory. No longer does she whine about anything or let anyone bully her around like she let her sister. The one thing Lovita is a afraid of doing is getting pushed around or not respected because her her age, she has something to prove to the world in her mind. Her father, mother, and sister had all been so bold, so proud, and such great leaders. It wasn't something Lovita had acquired through genetics, but she strives to be the best leader possible and prays for the best out comes. Sometimes though there are never just a good decision or a bad decision, only a bad decision and a less bad decision which tears her apart at the seams.
Through any layers of doubt or insecurity, Lovita acts confident in her decisions. As a leader she has to, if she isn't confident with what path she takes, then how could anyone else around her feel comfortable following her? Looking back she remembers her father always being so optimistic, promising he believed in her and her sisters ability to lead and survive. It's that same optimistic views Lovita feeds off of to come off as confident in any decisions she makes or has made in the past. She doesn't regret her actions no matter what, what happens was always meant to happen.
Digging deeper into her minds subconscious you'll find a small part of her, that small scared pup who lost her entire family to a tragic situation. She does in the lowest thoughts of her mind have a bought of insecurity about many things. One thing is letting herself get close to anyone. To Lovita she believes she'll never take a mate, or love another wolf the way her mother loved her father.
If not for being able to fully love or devote herself to a mate, Lovita is strictly devoted to her pack. Being a new leader she already loves her home and has completely devoted herself to being the best leader possible. To be a bad leader, or to neglect a member of her pack scares Lovita and the thought of the pack not accepting her or trying to get rid of her scares her even more. Though with an air of confidence she does her best to give off she hopes and prays that she is accepted as the new leader of Valcantia, and that the wolves there will accept her as she accepts them.
Coming from her family everything was always disciplined and in order. The same now goes for the pack. Lovita is very orderly and likes to have things in order where no wolf is strained to do more than they can do. Each group has a job, and only that job, sparing anyone from being overwhelmed with the amount of work some might have. Her ranks all require an amount of effort, but through her faith in the pack and self discipline they should work well together like a well oiled clock.
On almost any day Lovita is a very energetic wolf, she likes to be light hearted and be able to enjoy her life just the way it is. There are things she would love to change, but in many ways she wouldn't want to change a thing. If it wasn't for the death of her family she wouldn't be where she is today, and in all honesty she thinks she would hate were she was if they hadn't died. Lovita would still probably be the meek and quiet wolf if they were still alive.
With meeting new wolves it is always in Lovita's best interest to be friendly toward them. Any wolf that has not ever given her a reason to be anything but friendly to her too. Being the leader it is a value she treasures above all. Being vindictive and mean will never get far in the long run, and even in rough times there as to be that one gentle soul who retains some kind of friendliness to keep a pack stable through rocky roads.
It takes a large amount of determination, but Lovita is always trying her best to be a hard worker. In her eyes there always has to be a strong, solid base for every pack to thrive on and survive. The said base would be their leader. If a leader is lazy then the pack will become lazy and ignorant of their rules and the rules around them in other packs. Though with a hard working leader Lovita hopes to have her pack feeding off of the same energy and work just as hard as they can to help the entire pack thrive and survive without fighting and bloodshed.
The trait that is always there in ever wolf. It seems like it is natural for every wolf to brandish it. Since the death of her family and the appointment of her leadership in Valcantia Lovita has formed a temper unmatched by many. Some wolves require to see that temper at times, and it can severe as a reminder to other wolves and other packs of just what kind of fury and wrath they are provoking if they try to mess with Valcantia's strength.
Everything in her life has always been guarded. Any and all emotions or weaknesses are carefully stored away behind a veil that Lovita has created for herself. Only in her lowest moments any longer does anyone see through her veil, and even then there are only a selective few who would see her in her lowest states. Tied in with her devotion, Lovita doesn't really believe though that she'll ever truly fell whole, never have that second counterpart to her. She'll never have someone to love like her mother and father, and this is one thing she wishes she could change.
Through all her other traits one thing she still is though realistic. Lovita isn't going to tell some far fetching tale about how things will be alright. To her it is better for everyone she cares about to know the facts of what is going on and not to be in the dark. If anyone is left in the dark then it can be a assumed that something is going to be wrong and then chaos could ensue to set in. The last thing Lovita would want is a pack left in the dark to wonder what really is going on and chaos ensuring.
Through any and all manners when holding herself Lovita is refine, elegant, and poised in any situation. It is to her uttermost standards to hold herself at a regal status and to show herself as the alpha she is. In a way she is very open to everyone about who she is and just what power she might hold.
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History:
“Mom, what’s a star?” There was a naïve curiosity in the voice. One that only a pup could possess. “There are many theories, Lovita … some say the stars are the gods in space, watching and winking. Some say that they are the souls of all wolves that have left this earth, forever dancing and dusting the atmosphere. Some don’t believe anything of them. That they simply exist.” A pause. “Mom?” The pup's eyes were huge with fascination. “Yes, my dear?” The mother coaxed, blinking affectionately at her daughter. “I want to be a star, mom. I want to dance in space.” The mother chortled gently, licking the kit’s scruff. “Okay then, my little star … now sleep, before you’re all shined out.”
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“Rose!” Her voice was a pitchy whine as her body slumped, falling to the dirt. It tasted grainy, like rock and a thousand years of paws. Her petite frame twisted over itself, a mess of black and blue. Her sister, a larger, finer specimen of blacks and browns, stood triumphantly above her fallen companion. Her tail stood erect, her nose practically kissing the clouds. Pride dripped from her jaws in a pearly laugh, chocolate gaze daring the fallen pup to challenge her. “Come on, Lovely. I always beat’chu! At least put up a fight!” Her voice was as pure as freshly fallen snow with a jingling, bell-like quality to each of her words. Lovita pulled herself gruffly to her feet, eyes narrowed and frustrated. Her little growl was like a viper’s hiss, eyes a smoldering gold flame.
“Now, now, little ones,” came the voice of their mother, a sweet intervention. Her eyes were warm and alive with play, as pure and beautiful as Lovita's. Rose was still dark with humiliation. "She always pushes me around,” she huffed, her voice the meek tweet of a bird when she wanted to screech like an eagle. Rose's muzzle curled into a delicate smile, eyes dancing gleefully in her victory. “Lovita,” came her mother’s coo, a sprinkle of water on her burning frustration. “How about I give you some tips so you can teach little Rose not to mess with you?” Her mother’s smile was contagious, and soon enough, the ruffled feathers had been soothed, and the three of them were laughing and playing, rolling in the dirt and pawing at the sun.
“Okay, now, Lovita, instead of—“
“Serena!” The new voice was frantic as it charged from the neighboring woods.
“Darius? What are you doing here? I thought you were out with the clan, hunting?” Serena's brows furrowed as she looked at her mate, confusion and anxiety creeping into her expression. The play had ended abruptly. Even the youngsters could sense the fear on their father’s breath. “You need to leave now.” His voice suddenly lashed out in a snarl, his lips curling over his yellowed incisors as he snapped at the air in front of Serena's face. Rose let out a squeak as the anger washed over her while Lovita could only stare in fearful admiration at her father. But instead of recoiling in fear, Serena snarled in retaliation, instantly on her feet, spine prickling and fur rising. But there was softness in her eyes, an uneasy fear. The same uneasy fear was reflected in Darius's face. “The dogs are back, Serena. The main pack are with them. They want our blood, to pay for the feast we had last week.” His voice had not softened, but his eyes had. He loved his family, and he was protecting them the only way he knew how. By trying to chase them away. Chase them to safety.
Serena's eyes were alive now. Panic had stricken her, instinct telling her to run, but her love for her family holding her steady. “What do we do?” Came her frantic voice, a release of air from a clogging throat. Lovita's heart sped up. Her gaze shifted to panic. “Run. Take the children and get out of here. The mutts are on our scent. I need to get back to the clan; I’ve already put you in danger by trailing my scent out here.” Serena nodded instantly, the calm demand of her mate seemed to get her senses in order. With one last glance, so full of emotion, he turned back into the forest. Serena gazed after him longingly a moment, before remembering the danger. “Rose, Lovita. Come with me,” she demanded, voice stern. Lovita crawled to her mother but Rose made no move. “Rose, now.” Serena's gaze narrowed in fear and the desire to run. “No! I’m going with dad. I’m going to kill those dogs!” “Don’t be stupid, Rose! You’ll die!” “I don’t care. I’ve got to, I’ve just got to.” Rose's jingling, perfect voice was tarnished. She looked rebelliously back at her family, love and the desire to protect burning as strong as her father’s. “I’m going to save you guys,” she said finally, turning and following in her father’s paw steps.
“Rose!” Cried her mother, sounding half-crazed. Lovita wondered if her mother was going to chase after her, make her come back and run to safety. But when the sounds of growling, yelping, and barking came into earshot, Serena's instinct to run took over. She snatched Lovita up by the scruff and ran in the opposite direction, the sound of barking growing eerily louder with every step.
Lovita's body went limp as soon as she felt teeth on her scruff, but her heart was irregular and panicked. Her mother’s labored breathing washed over her face and neck and the sounds of bloodthirsty dogs echoed in her ears. Serena ran, ran as quickly as her legs could carry her and her package, and ran them to somewhere Serena hoped would be safe. But fate had a way of toying with its prey.
Serena had run them straight to an edge where a small jump off of a 5 foot cliff would send them spiraling into the ocean. Her feet stopped moving, skidding on the rock, eyes gazing about frantically. The ocean churned gently below, as if calling to them. The barking didn’t decease behind them. The terrified wolf placed Lovita on her feet, her voice a rushed whisper. “My father once told me of an island nestled behind where the sun sets, Lovita. I want you to promise me, that no matter what happens, you will swim there.” “Mom, what do you—” “Do you hear me, Lovita?!” The voice was a protective snarl and Lovita nodded sadly, still not understanding, but knowing something desperate was going to happen.
The sound of claws on rock was not enough of a warning. A massive dog shot from the woods and onto the ledge, charging for the pup. Serena's body was in the way immediately, and the dog tore into her flank, snapping and growling and ripping. Lovita yelped loudly as the smell of blood wound its way up her nose. Her mother and the attacking dog were a lock of claws and teeth, a mess of snarls and grunts. Lovita released a low series of whines, terror striking her, making her gold eyes wide and her legs shake. But the dog was not a match for her mother, and soon the creature took a step back, labored breathing nothing compared to his joyous laughter. “You may be able to fight me alone, varg, but when my pack arrives, you and your little tyke will be dinner. The master will be so pleased.” Serena snarled again, the sound was so feral that Lovita could hardly recognize her. Blood seeped slowly from her mother’s side, a deep and painful wound, drenching her in crimson. “You won’t touch my daughter,” Serena voiced, her vocal chords dark and demonic as she turned back to her pup. And in one quick motion, Lovita was in her jaws again, and the two were in the ocean, swimming to everywhere. Swimming to nowhere.
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Her mother’s labored breathing. The roar of thunder from the clouds. The terrible chill of the water. Everything was building on top of itself, threatening an explosion. The rising storm made the ocean terrifying. The wind battered against their fur as Serena struggled to keep their heads above water. Her injury was making her slow, making her weak and tired, but her determination was enough to keep her going. The only comfort Lovita had left was the gentle tugging her mother’s teeth on her scruff. Everything else was agonizing.
The waves grew larger as the rain began to fall. Waves that spattered and spewed with ferocity unlike anything Atelier had ever witnessed. Lovita could sense something was going wrong with her mother. Every paddle was like a stab. Every breath a painful gasp of realization. Her swimming had begun to stagger and her breathing had become increasingly labored. The blood she had lost was her life leaving her. Her life was being soaked up by the ocean, being stolen by the tide. Soon, the waves began to crash over their heads. Lovita had to sputter to clear her lungs of salt and brine, had to close her eyes to chase away the sting. And her mother’s paddling began to slow as the shape of an island began to form in the distance.
It was as if on cue. “Lovita, promise me you won’t be scared.” It was her mother’s voice, muffled and barely audible. “Promise me you’ll swim to that island. That you will live. That you will love. That you will not remember the pain and you will not let it take you. Promise me.” Her mother was talking riddles, but there was a sad urgency in the words that made Lovita's eyes water and her heart break. “I promise, I promise!” “Know that I love yo—“ A wave took them under again, but this time, Lovita didn’t feel the comfort of her mother’s jaws on her scruff. Her little body plummeted, unaided, frozen with fear. Instinct forced her to paddle, her little head breaking the surface of the water, eyes stinging and throat burning. “Mom!” Her cry was desperate, scared, filled with fear and confusion. “Mom!” Her mournful cry went up again, but there was no reply.
There was nothing but the laughter of the wind and the roar of the ocean.
YOU WANT MY OUTLINE DRAWN;
OTHER CHARACTER INFO –
Allegiance: Spirit - able to see lingering spirits and communicate with them.
Desired Pack: Valcantia
Power: full healing - Typically a power used by priest and healers of a pack, with a power like this the user can heal any wound or illness. The powers only limit is that the user cannot bring back the dead.
Psychic Abilities: Dream Walking - This allows the user to infiltrate the mind of another character. This power is limited to characters mainly when they are sleeping, though if strong enough, it can happen while awake. The user concentrates their energy and basically connects themselves to another wolf’s mind. The user’s conscious is placed inside the dream world of the other character’s mind. While in this trance, they cannot be snapped out of it. Doing so will kill them. The only way to be released from this trance is for the other to wake up and release the Dreamwalker's conscious. If the walker needs to leave before completion, they will alter the happenings of the dream itself to make it so the Dreamer wakes up. Think of how you feel when you dream of falling, you jump and often wake.
Wings: No
YOUR LIPS, YOUR LIES, YOUR LUST;
CREDITS –
Character: Greenie
Image: Nanarc of Deviantart
Lyrics: The Feel Good Drag by Anberlin
Template: Swenet
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