Post by LUNAR ☮ASIS on Sept 12, 2011 20:09:23 GMT -5
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full name Memphis Vory V Zakone
nickname memph: the dead queen
sex female
age seven
pack current loner
rank N/A
mother Kayla
father Finn
other relations Kayne {deceased} Naomi Spurr & her kin - Arden {adopted son}
eye color creamy brown
scars / markings many scars are scattered among her body. mainly shoulders & sides of frame
overall description A devilish form takes place when approaching a creature such as Memphis. From a long line of royal maned wolves. Her pelt appears softer and richer than most. A pelt full of thick and satin red fur. While some parts of her body vary with colors, most resembles a red fox in which maned wolves are so known for. A patch of black sits on top of Memphis' back, along with her legs are dipped in black. The tip of her tail is white, and resembles that of a thin fox tail. Upon other maned wolf feature, large bat like ears stick straight in the air. Finely toned and fairly noticeable. Her maw is thin and hold the weapon stronger than most. Teeth like blades, surprisingly rather white. Her maw tells another story, of both truth and lies. Inside her eyes hold her soul, something so deep and majestic. When angered, it seems as if those light brown eyes turn to a pitch dark brown, near black. It comes with affect, maned wolves have ways of arousing and intimidating their opponent. Height, over looking most common gray wolves. Memphis stands at four feet tall. Scars now decorate her once beautiful pelt, deep bite marks and once missing flesh area's spot around in fur-less patches.
personality To learn a wolf's personality takes patience and interest, sure- Memphis is no force to be reckoned with. Toward new wolves she is a ruthless and open minded one. Blunt. Not being close to many, those few wolves lucky to have the ability understand Memphis isn't like any other. Sometimes the heart of a demoness, other times of an angel. She refuses to show weakness to others, keeping most expressions completely hidden unless its a rude sarcastic comment. Opening up with truth and compassion is near impossible to see from her. Confronting her alone could be a bad decision. As a young wolf she was ruthless toward strangers and cared less about life. Taking ones life was a prize in her eyes, taking all pride in what wrong she did. Yet throughout the years she had learned to be more... careful. But, don't think your safe from her. Like a grudge, if she had her eyes on you, watch your back. In the name of the Vory V Zakone family, she can easily take care of herself. There is few things that can overwhelm this wolf and her only secret is to keep it hidden forever. A burning hatred that is like a flame, always lit and growing toward certain wolves. Her phase of reckless behavior as a younging started when her brother was murdered. Memphis has vowed to avenge all those that were close to her, or any that had meant harm. Deep in her heart, holds a place only for her lost mate, son and dead pack, her family. She takes great pride in everything she does, a positive trait in some wolves' view. A dedicated and determined type. Never the one to lose, or fail. Mental capability is high, not taking her mind off focus. In tough situations, she is rather impulsive and aggressive toward things. She won't stand for dis-respect or harm toward family and such. A wolf of her word, a true ally... that is if you can get on her good side. Small triggers can cause instability in her actions and emotions. These days Memphis is leaving her prime age, yet don't let her sucken face and limp frame fool you, she's just as touchy and just as sharp of a bite and curve of her tongue. Her patience has worn down to her last strings, meanwhile she can't stand the past being brought up.
strengths
- manipulation
- blunt, not afraid to speak mind
- great fighter
- reasoned leader
weaknesses
- very ruthless and doesn't like to reason
- well kept build, yet not as strong as put on
- flimsy long legs
- rape
- the past
historic events {first person} I was born within a, so called royal family. My father was King of our empire pack. While my mother was really just one of his wives for wealth and power. I was born as second, while my brother Kayne was before me. Selected few from large litters, I'm more than aware the rest were killed. It was the way things were. I grew up with the idea that this world was completely normal. Within these trapped empire lands resided screwed up demons, power hungry males and slam-hog females. It was defend for yourself in this monarchy ruled lands. My father was growing ill, and soon Kayne would take over. I was thankful personally, for Kayne would bring order and peace. Unlike my stupid ass father. It seemed like the same day I had those thoughts, someone assassinated Kayne. This crushed me. Kayne was my one and only close family most of all, friend. He kept me sane and rather happy. I left that day, leaving with no goodbyes.. or regrets as the sounds of dying wolves and screams filled the area. I was a rogue for months, surviving with ease on my own. I went on a unconsciousness killing spree with my corrupted and confused mind. It wasn't until the day I came across a white demon known as Dragunov that changed my life. Caught in the swamps like the fool that he was I rescued him. That would soon be the greatest mistake of my life... Weeks later is seemed, a bond between Kirill and I became overwhelmingly amazing. From having each others back, to admitting our feelings for each other. Kirill and I were like no other, we could read each others mind and thoughts. Body language as grew so strong and most of all, in love. It was very soon when we decided to take the Lucifer lands as our family. We won our duels against Vivian and Buell. Adding to my list of greatness, I had stumbled upon a orange fur ball, known as Arden. I took in the young orphan who soon grew to be my son and Kirills' own also. It seemed like my heart had been complete, now we were literally on top of the world. But things didn't stay to calm for long. Dragunov had begun an uprising. Reality became all to real then. Wondering out of the pack lands that day was another horrible mistake. Dragunov had found me, and violated me to no end. This was a reality check in all courses, I was being overwhelmed and unable to help myself. A first time for everything, yet Kirill had come to my rescue, as I took the opportunity to rip an ear from Dragunov's worthless head. That was the last I've seen of him, other than his new female interest, Zurian. Since that month, things have quieted down, to quiet. War is on the edge of breaking, it was only a matter of time until the island would fall into a plunge of destiny and death. That is, I wasn't expecting what would have come over the island. Everything was perishing, all allies had fallen. No sign of my family, my pack.. not anymore. Horrid thoughts reached my mind, a darkness that I've kept behind a wall for so long broke open. I was alone, I vanished from that island, of precious... dead memories. Between land travels I had been close to regaining a pack land, but the torturous memories of Traum had me withdrawing from my ability as a Alphess. Those hopeful days were torn down as I ran into Zurian. We held a battle, a clash between the titans. In the end, we both were out of breath and half bleeding to death and I swallowed my pride to walk away. Everything continued to go down hill from there... And so I moved on. Reaching a far northern island known as Virtus, I spent my days wandering and spying on the natives They were different and anything but wolves. I found myself near starvation within the dust lands of Virtus. While a curious male approached me, known as Shaka. It was then my turn of events in my high pride life... I had become a hidden-illegal brothel employee. It was strange, living among this utopia world. Where I was legitimately sold to these different cat like creatures to make a low living to stay hidden and healthy. My mind was in the pits, I hardly even remember the months I was there... Those dark days had me in a daze of depression and denial. It didn't take long for me to snap back and a large urge had me returning to Truam. I've grown past my age as the young Demoness but I know I'm still Queen.
other fuckyeah.
[/size][/color][/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td]nickname memph: the dead queen
sex female
age seven
pack current loner
rank N/A
mother Kayla
father Finn
other relations Kayne {deceased} Naomi Spurr & her kin - Arden {adopted son}
eye color creamy brown
scars / markings many scars are scattered among her body. mainly shoulders & sides of frame
overall description A devilish form takes place when approaching a creature such as Memphis. From a long line of royal maned wolves. Her pelt appears softer and richer than most. A pelt full of thick and satin red fur. While some parts of her body vary with colors, most resembles a red fox in which maned wolves are so known for. A patch of black sits on top of Memphis' back, along with her legs are dipped in black. The tip of her tail is white, and resembles that of a thin fox tail. Upon other maned wolf feature, large bat like ears stick straight in the air. Finely toned and fairly noticeable. Her maw is thin and hold the weapon stronger than most. Teeth like blades, surprisingly rather white. Her maw tells another story, of both truth and lies. Inside her eyes hold her soul, something so deep and majestic. When angered, it seems as if those light brown eyes turn to a pitch dark brown, near black. It comes with affect, maned wolves have ways of arousing and intimidating their opponent. Height, over looking most common gray wolves. Memphis stands at four feet tall. Scars now decorate her once beautiful pelt, deep bite marks and once missing flesh area's spot around in fur-less patches.
personality To learn a wolf's personality takes patience and interest, sure- Memphis is no force to be reckoned with. Toward new wolves she is a ruthless and open minded one. Blunt. Not being close to many, those few wolves lucky to have the ability understand Memphis isn't like any other. Sometimes the heart of a demoness, other times of an angel. She refuses to show weakness to others, keeping most expressions completely hidden unless its a rude sarcastic comment. Opening up with truth and compassion is near impossible to see from her. Confronting her alone could be a bad decision. As a young wolf she was ruthless toward strangers and cared less about life. Taking ones life was a prize in her eyes, taking all pride in what wrong she did. Yet throughout the years she had learned to be more... careful. But, don't think your safe from her. Like a grudge, if she had her eyes on you, watch your back. In the name of the Vory V Zakone family, she can easily take care of herself. There is few things that can overwhelm this wolf and her only secret is to keep it hidden forever. A burning hatred that is like a flame, always lit and growing toward certain wolves. Her phase of reckless behavior as a younging started when her brother was murdered. Memphis has vowed to avenge all those that were close to her, or any that had meant harm. Deep in her heart, holds a place only for her lost mate, son and dead pack, her family. She takes great pride in everything she does, a positive trait in some wolves' view. A dedicated and determined type. Never the one to lose, or fail. Mental capability is high, not taking her mind off focus. In tough situations, she is rather impulsive and aggressive toward things. She won't stand for dis-respect or harm toward family and such. A wolf of her word, a true ally... that is if you can get on her good side. Small triggers can cause instability in her actions and emotions. These days Memphis is leaving her prime age, yet don't let her sucken face and limp frame fool you, she's just as touchy and just as sharp of a bite and curve of her tongue. Her patience has worn down to her last strings, meanwhile she can't stand the past being brought up.
strengths
- manipulation
- blunt, not afraid to speak mind
- great fighter
- reasoned leader
weaknesses
- very ruthless and doesn't like to reason
- well kept build, yet not as strong as put on
- flimsy long legs
- rape
- the past
historic events {first person} I was born within a, so called royal family. My father was King of our empire pack. While my mother was really just one of his wives for wealth and power. I was born as second, while my brother Kayne was before me. Selected few from large litters, I'm more than aware the rest were killed. It was the way things were. I grew up with the idea that this world was completely normal. Within these trapped empire lands resided screwed up demons, power hungry males and slam-hog females. It was defend for yourself in this monarchy ruled lands. My father was growing ill, and soon Kayne would take over. I was thankful personally, for Kayne would bring order and peace. Unlike my stupid ass father. It seemed like the same day I had those thoughts, someone assassinated Kayne. This crushed me. Kayne was my one and only close family most of all, friend. He kept me sane and rather happy. I left that day, leaving with no goodbyes.. or regrets as the sounds of dying wolves and screams filled the area. I was a rogue for months, surviving with ease on my own. I went on a unconsciousness killing spree with my corrupted and confused mind. It wasn't until the day I came across a white demon known as Dragunov that changed my life. Caught in the swamps like the fool that he was I rescued him. That would soon be the greatest mistake of my life... Weeks later is seemed, a bond between Kirill and I became overwhelmingly amazing. From having each others back, to admitting our feelings for each other. Kirill and I were like no other, we could read each others mind and thoughts. Body language as grew so strong and most of all, in love. It was very soon when we decided to take the Lucifer lands as our family. We won our duels against Vivian and Buell. Adding to my list of greatness, I had stumbled upon a orange fur ball, known as Arden. I took in the young orphan who soon grew to be my son and Kirills' own also. It seemed like my heart had been complete, now we were literally on top of the world. But things didn't stay to calm for long. Dragunov had begun an uprising. Reality became all to real then. Wondering out of the pack lands that day was another horrible mistake. Dragunov had found me, and violated me to no end. This was a reality check in all courses, I was being overwhelmed and unable to help myself. A first time for everything, yet Kirill had come to my rescue, as I took the opportunity to rip an ear from Dragunov's worthless head. That was the last I've seen of him, other than his new female interest, Zurian. Since that month, things have quieted down, to quiet. War is on the edge of breaking, it was only a matter of time until the island would fall into a plunge of destiny and death. That is, I wasn't expecting what would have come over the island. Everything was perishing, all allies had fallen. No sign of my family, my pack.. not anymore. Horrid thoughts reached my mind, a darkness that I've kept behind a wall for so long broke open. I was alone, I vanished from that island, of precious... dead memories. Between land travels I had been close to regaining a pack land, but the torturous memories of Traum had me withdrawing from my ability as a Alphess. Those hopeful days were torn down as I ran into Zurian. We held a battle, a clash between the titans. In the end, we both were out of breath and half bleeding to death and I swallowed my pride to walk away. Everything continued to go down hill from there... And so I moved on. Reaching a far northern island known as Virtus, I spent my days wandering and spying on the natives They were different and anything but wolves. I found myself near starvation within the dust lands of Virtus. While a curious male approached me, known as Shaka. It was then my turn of events in my high pride life... I had become a hidden-illegal brothel employee. It was strange, living among this utopia world. Where I was legitimately sold to these different cat like creatures to make a low living to stay hidden and healthy. My mind was in the pits, I hardly even remember the months I was there... Those dark days had me in a daze of depression and denial. It didn't take long for me to snap back and a large urge had me returning to Truam. I've grown past my age as the young Demoness but I know I'm still Queen.
other fuckyeah.
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Jaykay, have at 'er.