Post by *the CARDplayer! on Sept 12, 2011 17:05:34 GMT -5
RENN 'SVALBARD' HERRMANN
{ My legs are dangling off the edge,
A stomach full of pills didn't work again,
I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone. }
full name Renn Longe Herrmann
nickname Svalbard
sex female
age four
pack Lucifer Family
rank N/a
mother Tomi Herrmann
father Владислав [Vladislav]
other relations Кирилл [riot] - brother
eye color dark brown
scars / markings
several scars are located in misplaced areas all over his body.
her right ear and eye are gone, ripped from her body as punishment from her father.
Her tail is thin and gangly, half which was ripped from her body. Her right side is far more scarred than her left, and has aqquired a slight limp from her right leg.
overall description
With an thick coat inherited from her days in Siberia, she is true-blood russian and with the accent to match. Often seen with a frown or snarl on her face, with a bulky frame and large thick leg muscules inheritated from her father, Renn can be easily mistaken for a male from a distance, lacking the female softness around the face, and the feminine quallities in her personality. Large wide paws and thicker black claws, Renn isn't afraid to bare her fangs and if you look quick, you can see the blood dried on her canids.
personality She is a scarred female, with thick coat, thick hide and even thicker skull. Stubborn, Renn is known to butt heads with anyone, to everyone and refuses to bow to anyone. Every word from her mouth is bitter, and harsh, dripping with poison, sarcasm. She wears her scars like a man would boast about his kills, like trophies and with these scars, comes a sense of pride that can't beaten with a steel pipe.
Renn is not lazy, she merely 'lacks motivation' and hates to be even thought of lazy. She enjoys sleep and hates effort, work and often will slack off from hunting for an extra moments of sleep. In fact, Renn is known to slack off and disappear for hours on end. Some have tried to follow her, but she either disappears, or they find that she does nothing but sleep. Lenient when it comes to punishment and responsibilities, and laid back to the rest of the cats and the dangers of the world, Renn is run-by-the-mill, wherever the flow of the world takes her. Floating down the river and over the waterfall with the rest of the driftwood. Get past her 'lack of motivation', and you find a strictly loyal, if not pessimistic person. Her loyalty comes straight from the heart, and though it takes some time, she will fight for anything she believes in, and has proven her loyalty by the scars she bears.
Her pessimism comes from a past filled with hurt and bitterness. In fact, her sarcastic tongue and rebellious nature comes from rebelling against her father. With a sharp wit, and even sharper tongue, Renn is brutal with her insults and is known to lose her temper in the worse of ways, driving people to the point where they want to attack. The bitterness that she can show to an enemy can make people stop and stare, so similar to her father that she will turn on any clan mate that say she's her father's daughter. Of course, now a day, Wren is shown reluctant respect and sometimes admiration, which she laps up shyly, frowning and laughing at any compliment she receives.
However, Renn is a joker, a laugher and has a habit of nick-naming anyone and everyone she sees. She has a habit of laughing in the face of danger, and giggling while she bleeds, her habit of coping with pain. Her father taught her the hard way how to fight and properly defend herself, the cause of most of the scars on her body, half of the stuff she knows comes from her father's secret training, not her mentor. Not only that, she can make hell freeze over with the words that pour from her mouth when she gets angry. So, just watch where you step.
Another trait of Renn, that could be confused for being sadistic, is her bluntness. Renn never dodges the truth. She tells it as she sees, and her words can shock people, anger them. Although she lies frequently to skip out on duties, she never holds back in fright that she might hurt someone or scare them. Not known for being the wisest or fastest or even the oldest, Renn has strength, an inability to be consumed by lies or perish by a cruel hand. Known for her strength in batte, and her strength in words, Renn, in the most troubling of times, has contagious charisma, that truly makes people strong when she opens her mouth to speak and to defend her pack.
strengths strong / not easily persuaded / truthful
weaknesses stubborn / bitter / harsh
historic events
They weren't the biggest pack in Siberia, but they were scary, they were bad. They knew of fear, and indulged in it. Her father was the leader of such a pack, and grew up knowing blood on the snow, and the stench of death on the coats that lingered in her brother's fur. She was young, couldn't comprehend what went outside of the den. Her father was a happy man, all smiles and happiness with her mother, the smiles and words that slid into her ears. She had a lovely brother whom she loved dearly, and spent the nights looking at the scars in the sky, heart flying when her father spoke of his pride in her.
But sadly, all good things must come to an end. Her mother was killed during a hunt, and her father did more than mourn. He snapped like a twig, and so began the dark path of her childhood. She remembered days of wrestling in the snow, coming home bruised and beaten, taking comfort in the company of her older brother and his two companions, Johnny and Darry, outsiders from Russia and Siberia. But then, Riot disappeared. Gone, without a trace. She woke up and he was gone. She turned the woods inside out but he was gone, and it made her sick. It was that night that she lost her eye and ear, pressured to do better, to never bow, to never break, to never lose structure under pressure.
They took most of Siberia by storm, before the ever fate-filled night. A fire took her home, and a tree fell on Johnny. Broke his spine. He only lasted a few more days before passing away painfully. Another night of pain as her father snapped at for letting herself get close, for caring. Three days passed and Darry committed suicide, rushing into other pack territory, and was snapped in the neck. She left that night, leaving what she knew.
Without a good sense of direction, she found herself in this land of Traum, and found herself stuck in the lands of Lucifer. Slightlly willing to join the ranks, she finds herself at home here, or at least at home as she can possibly get.
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