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Rhy
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OOC Name: Veronica Other Characters: Aura Position: Birthday: 29 July 1987 Posts: 5 Joined On: 16 Mar 2009 Points: |
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Age: 3 Year(s) Gender: Female Pack: Vetis Admin Rank: Appearance: Frame size: Extra Large Eye color: Cerulean blue Pelt: Ivory Rhy is one of the most massive wolves on the site.. and most certainly the largest female right next to her extra large sister, Denavyre. Her impressive size came from her father's side of the family for her mother was petite in nature. Rhy's pelt is thick in nature and is usually not the most cleanest thing to be seen. The coloring of Rhy is typical of an artic wolf: white pelt with blue eyes. The unique thing about her eyes is that they are usually emotionless in nature (a Dauster trait). The eyes are said to be the window to the soul, yet when you look into Rhy's eyes all anyone can see is a darkness that can't be satisfied. The madness that looms within her eyes dances within those eyes on the occasions that she kills. Yes. She's insane. A massive scar traces the right side of her jaw line and spans the length of her neck to shoulder. It is typically coovered by her thick ivory fur, yet when she's yet it sticks out like a soar thumb. That was a deparutre gift from Faolan--the deceased Beta of Lagrata. Another scar plays along the left side of her neck, chasing it's way down her massive shoulder blade--that was a gift from the dear, sweet Remedy. The scars that she has are few, but massive in nature--little tales of battles previously won. More scars will present themselves on her body in time.. killing is her life and naturally scars walk hand in hand with death. Relations: Pan: · Unknown · My HeartAura: · Alive · DaughterLaike: · Unknown · Ex MateLorskello: · Dead · FatherTriste: · Dead · Mother Personality: This unstable female, who was born to the alpha pair of the Verhano pack (now Auvrea), did not turn out as she was supposed to. She had been destined to become a warrior and protect her family's pack from the evils of the land. It's ironic how she is now one of those detested evils that the world wishes to protect their offspring from. Mentally unstable, this massive female, grew up seeing things that were not really there. Schizophrenia runs in the Dauster line on her father's side and she had the misfortune of inheriting this 'magical' gift from her late "daddy". Her mind is filled with many voices.. over time she stopped seeing the images that were not there but the voices only got louder. Her father thought these voices were gods. Rhy knows otherwise. She understands that these things are evil--if anything they are demons. They call themselves 'legion' for they are many. The most prominent voice that Rhy tends to lean an ear to is masculine in nature.. raspy and completely sinister. The lust to hurt things was also a spiffy trait passed on to her from her parents, yet that was not where she was mentally led astray. The entire mess of hearing things, having the desire to mutilate, and then being abandoned by the one she loved basically pushed her to the brink of insanity. Yes, she has killed--and she enjoys it. It satiates the voices and calms her internally. The only thing that makes the internal pain stop from losing that crimson piece that completed her is to destroy things--to bring others pain and heartache. Yes, Rhy is a bitch. Yes, Rhy is a killer-- and she loves it. She had no feelings for her offspring. She looks at them as parasites. In her first litter she even ate one of her little mucus covered 'bundles of joy'. What woman would eat something that she took months to create? A very mentally ill one. She loved Asunder. She loved Laike. She loved her older brothers. She loved Pan. But that is all in the past now--now none hold the wretched female's heart. She is cold and cruel--unstable in nature. History: Born in the middle of the night to the beautiful Triste and crazed Lorskello who ruled over the Verhano pack, she came into the world fighting. This female was destined to do great things from birth as was shown with the way she fought her way to her mother�s side. She was the middle puppy born of the litter, but was to be the youngest of the bunch due to her two younger siblings being brought into the world still and unmoving. Not letting herself get run over my her two older brothers was her goal from the beginning, which was shown by the way she shoved her oldest brother, Skah, out of the way to get a hold of most fattest teat of their mother. The noises within her head started at a young age. When she was just two months old she already had a best friend named �Lucy�. Lucy was a decrepit looking she-wolf whom only Rhy could see; she was one the spirits from the other world. There were other darker voices that scared young Rhy when they spoke, and often caused Lucy to disappear, but those voices did not frequent the young wolf�s head. Lucy always wanted Rhy to herself, she did not approve of her scuffling with her brothers, or going out and meeting new friends. Lucy wanted Rhy to be completely hers. Triste thought that Lucy was imaginary, yet did not doubt that the other voices her daughter spoke of were those of the �gods� her mate was inflicted with hearing. As time progressed Rhy became more and more annoyed with Lucy. Until it got to a point where Lucy was no longer seen, only heard, and even that lasted for only a few short weeks. The darker, more masculine voices started to stir and speak up on more occasions then one. Now those are all that plague the ivory wolf�s head. The times of innocent Lucy are gone. The time for innocence is gone, for these dark voices promote violence and a melancholy disposition. Most of Rhy�s life was spent away from Verhano. Even though she knew that it displeased her parents she spent much time outside of the mountain pack in search of other things. She detests the gods, and does not believe that they are real. ..and perhaps that has something to do with the dark voices in her head. The more time she spent away from Verhano the more she realized that it was not the place for her. If she could not believe in the religion of her parents then she did not belong there. So it was decided at six months of age that she would leave her home pack when she became a yearling. Her time away from Verhano was fruitful. She met some of the most interesting characters from the dark Pan to the adventure loving Ashlar. One of the most prominent beings with in her life that she met wandering was the crimson hued Laike. Though Rhy knows nothing of Laike�s hate for her mother, and Laike knows nothing Rhy�s true heritage they blossomed together into the strangest of pairs: Laike a little masochist, and Rhy, following in her father�s footsteps, a sadist. Together they walked paw in paw down a road that most did not venture towards at such a tender age, a road littered with blood, scars, and desires of the flesh. Alas, a falling out did occur between the strange duo and it is uncertain if reconciliation can ever be reached. For now, Rhy spends much of her time wandering alone, feeling completely lost and filled with hopeless, bumping into odd canines from around the Thelithil. Emotions are never seen upon her face, emotions are things she keeps tucked deep within that blackened heart of hers for she sees showing emotion as a weakness that can be used to exploit a being in the most terrible of ways. |
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