Post by Sythe on Mar 13, 2010 23:42:41 GMT -5
[Character Information]
Name: Sythe Rose Damnes
Age:21
Class:hunter
Likes:
-Music
-being alone
-water
-walking
-running
-swimming
-watching the cars drive by; just observing life.
-animals
-Teacup humans(children)
-Sushi
Dislikes:
-Snow
-Cold Weather.
-Mountains.
-Families.
-Other packs
-War
-Beer
-Peanuts
-Religion
-Neon Colors
-Running away from battles
-Loosing
Strengths:
- Speed
-Evasiveness
-Hiding
-Running
Weaknesses:
-Has a fear of falling
-Dying(obviously)
-Pushing people away
Sexual Orientation: Unknown
Relationship Status:single
Looks:
Personality:
After her past, a deep barrier lays in her mind, that not even the most powerful of mind readers can pass without feeling as if they were being burned a thousand times, by small needles, but that is for another subject, her past that is.
Sythe is honestly, really quiet, but she gives off the ‘dangerous; vibe, as if she would run and jump off a building type, or start a fight with the biggest gang ever type vibe, but at the same time, it’s sort of something that breeds curiosity, with her ever calming eyes, that seem to shine under the moonlight.
But when the time comes, Sythe is actually one to show that she will lead no matter what, she will speak her word and get what she wants, it would be if anyone would say anything against her, she’d find a way to get them on her side, adding how clever she is with her words.
The one thing that Sythe will never lead in anything that involves romance, she seems to only want to run away, she has nothing to do with the opposite sex, and things like that make her extremely nervous to the point of literally running off.
But if anyone befriends sythe, she is the most loyal person ever. For instance if someone would threaten her friend, she would make a promise, that if her friend gets harmed, she will hunt them down like the dog she is, and make them suffer a pain tens-fold of whatever her friend suffered.
History:
Home Town:Jura,France
Residence: no where as of yet
Mother's Name:Aurora(deceased)
Father's Name:Augustus
Mate/Significant Other: -
Siblings: Younger sister-Zoe(deceased)
Older brother-Adrien(deceased)
Children:
Pets:
History:Sythe is from Jura, a place in france, it is a freezing place, where it always snows, it is called “little Siberia“ that‘s how cold it is, she lived with her pack, high in the mountains, she had been the daughter of an alpha leader, of the strongest pack in France, She had an older brother, named Adrien and a younger sister named zoe.
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Sythe’s Point Of View::
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You know I remember better times, and how I long to have them back. But you know, well no you don’t, I will never have it back.
Like when I was in werewolf form as a pup, running through the snow, with my little sister and elder brother, my little sister was pure, but my elder brother was more morose, he held his ground, and he only watched as my little sister and I would play, and call us when it was time to go home. My brother was suppose to be the leader, so I guess it only made sense.
My father had great thoughts of my brother, being at home was better then heaven, I loved the snow, I loved to play, I loved my family, no werewolf would have as much fun here, not a lot of humans ventured this far up, so on the full moons my father would tell all our family to hunt. I of course..never caught anything.
I never knew the thoughts of my father, I knew he didn’t acknowledge my existence, hell even Zoe killed a small doe, I couldn’t do it at the time blood had been disgusting, but often, my father wouldn’t know, cause Adrien would hunt for me, bringing home two kills, but my mother had been just as clever as me, she knew it wasn’t my kill, if she told my dad or not, I didn’t know.
On my fifteenth birthday, my little sister had been shot and killed, by a traveler, in her werewolf form, she had managed to get away from them, but eventually bled out, my mother was heart broken, and my father and brother went to console her, I just decided to run towards the forest, to run off my heart break, I ended up, meeting the traveler that had shot her, I was not in a werewolf form, so for a girl to be in a tank top and pants, seemed off to the traveler, but he wasn’t going to turn me down.
I killed him in his sleep. Once my father heard of this, he finally treated me as if I was a somebody, and my brother was proud also, in fact it was creepy how proud he was, he even gave me a smile, which by the way had to be the creepiest thing alive. My brother seemed to focus most of his attention on me, he had been eighteen, at the time, and around the same time, my mother fell ill, but I couldn’t try to help, she wouldn’t look at me.
The night my mother died, I am sure my brother went insane, because the very same night, he raped me. I killed him, being brought to my father, and his council men, he held no eyes to me, he in fact called me a murderer, for a pack member to kill their own, in my pack, was a disgrace, my father had claimed the human blood, had driven me insane, and my brother, had been trying to calm me down, and I killed him, but I knew I wasn’t insane, he did rape me.
My father had stated he didn’t want any more death, so he did the other option, torture and brand the traitors back, (in that case it was me) and ban them from their home land, from france, and if I was to be seen again, if my scent was to be caught by a werewolf, I’d be killed. I try bit to think about it.
I lived life, I visited Germany, with small amounts of money I managed to steal from my father before I left, but my money went dry when I entered this place, I have to admit, it smells interesting, maybe it will be.
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Dairy log first and final
[Combat Information]
Weapon(s):
golf club?
Armor: non
Special Items:
Skills
Speed
Evasiveness
Intellect
RP Sample
:Role Playing Sample:From despair city
Thread:: A disaster of a life.
The night was hot, and muggy, and footsteps against the sidewalk were silent, street lights lit the way along the dull street. I am cursed. She stopped and stared at a store, “old antiques” she walked in quietly. She walked in so quietly the bell on the door didn’t even ring. She looked around gargoyles and angels.
She grabbed one of the small, ‘fun sized’ angels. She balanced it on her hand. If she could control very angel within her palm. She grinned and crushed the angel as if it was nothing, she turned her hand, and the dust flew off. She stopped and was staring at the angel the resembled Gabriel. Her past flying into her head.
The night air was dark, and crisp, the scent of burning smoke could be sniffed up, screams over the dead and dying could be heard singing their song of the damned. Twenty soldiers including her continued the massive genocide. Many humans fighting for their life, some begging others killing their selves, she smirked. She had no weapons, so their was nothing to fear. The heavens knew of course, and she had taken them by surprise so they only could watch as the head angel at the time Gabriel his army rushing to perfect their selves.
She found herself at the palace door, and she simply kicked it down as if it was nothing it ripped in half, like paper. She walked through, and approached the pharaoh, claws out and ready to kill.
Slice! She howled in pain as she chomped at whatever had sliced her, giant wings. Angel…she thought darkly as she turned her head and slammed the angel against the wall. It was the angel Gabriel. He stared at her. “Do you still hate us so?” he questioned her. Her fur only perched as she tackled him to the ground, his sword blocking her mighty swipes that could kill a man with ease. His feet went to her stomach and she went sliding into the air, she only controlled were she landed and glared darkly at the wounded angel. “You know you must die, why fight it?” he asked. Her eyes shined and she snarled to him. She jumped up the stairs and to the roof. Gabriel not even ten feet away from her. Once on top of the roof they battled, she was only dodging her demonic tail swayed and she went to tackle him, by clever Gabriel’s own planning, she had jumped off the roof.
He soon followed her, his wings flapping fast, she had not control. She remembers the shine of the blade and then her own infinite pain. That was the end of Seth.
