Post by Mercy on Nov 12, 2009 13:25:34 GMT -5
Character's Name: Mercy
Age: 4 years old
Gender: Female
Species: Sasriel / Gray wolf hybrid
Physical Description: This ebon fae stands at the height of a normal Sasriel wolf, though her features and body are visibly thicker set. Her body is covered with very thick, pure black fur that is long and smooth, letting her blend in with the shadows. Her eyes she inherited from her Sasriel mother and are a dark, shimmering blue, sapphire gems against her solid black coat. She also inherited the grace of the Sasriels and is a formidable enemy to have, as she can creep silently when she must. She always appears emotionless, unless a moment of sarcasm strikes her. Otherwise she is very stoic and hard to read. She has very narrow features and silently takes pride in her beauty. Her voice is simply “charming” and has a very charismatic feel to it when she needs it, but she rarely speaks, which makes her voice all the more alluring.
Personality: Mercy is incredibly hard to understand; only she truly understands herself . . . or at least, more so than others. Her very mind is a labyrinth of riddles and crossroads. From her stoic, quiet nature, one is able to gather she is easily submissive and will hardly ever put up a fight, though she can endure a good fight and in fact has a high pain tolerance. One might misjudge her as a wolf that would easily be led around by the nose . . . but one could easily be fooled. Mercy is very smart and is constantly thinking, constantly connecting circumstances. She is also a very good liar when she needs to be and can be a very convincing actor. When she is on her own, Mercy emerges herself in thoughts of the past and holds back her emotions like no other. Some could call her misguided; but she makes one heck of a con artist. As a pack member though, she truthfully is very loyal. She knows how to keep herself safe and how to keep those around her safe. She is uncertain if she’ll truly love again, whether it be a sisterly love or that of a mate, but she feels she would make a good mother. Though seemingly so submissive, she does make good leadership quality, even if she is simply the head of something and not necessarily an alpha. Time will tell where Mercy’s life leads her. As it is, her largest flaw is lack of confidence, which you can’t exactly see.
Pack: None
Rank: Loner
Other: Mercy literally fears for her sanity and fears she has screwed her life up. She also has a great hole that needs to filled, left there by the death of her father and siblings. She also has a unique way of dealing with any other fear she has, by making herself apart of them somehow.
History: Born in Sun Crest, Mercy had two brothers and one other sister. She had been the runt of the litter and thus was named “Mercy” as her mother’s way of hoping that fate would take mercy on her. Life started out fine, of course. The Mountains were beautiful and taught the grace and skill she needed to handle the icy slopes and narrow pathways of her birth land. She grew up happy, looking up to the older Sasriel pups, wishing that she could learn to fly like them. But she knew that that was impossible. The older she got, the more things seemed impossible. Then came the day when she had to leave Sun Crest; she was not Sasriel, she could not remain in the mountains. She had to go live with her father, down in River Wood.
She was broken hearted to leave her mother, and couldn’t help the anger that flared in side of her, as though she were being abandoned. She barely knew her father, much less about the pack that he was taking her and her siblings to. All she knew she was leaving old friends behind, and she really didn’t want to.
But as she became older, she adjusted and grew incredibly close to her father and siblings. She fought beside them, experiencing bloodshed. Her father taught her the basic foundation of loyalty, of facing reality, and above all, being strong and true to family. Her father became her world as the wars increased. She lost both her brothers and her sister ran off without a word. She stuck by her father, hopelessly devoted to him, and to him alone. He promised he’d always be with her, no matter what. She took that to mean the exact opposite of what her mother had done.
Having not even seen her mother in the past three years built a resentment in Mercy and she grew to only love her father who had always been there for her, who had always been her rock when things got tough.
It was during the last war that the Heus took down her father.
Her world literally turned upside down. She shut down, shut her pack from her life, wouldn’t listen to her mother when she finally came down from the mountain to comfort her . . . Her father, her world was completely destroyed. How could she ever go on? She spent weeks wandering, hearing nothing but her own thoughts. She became wrapped into her own thoughts, sickened and nearly died if it hadn’t been for one moment of inspiration.
The thought that the Heus had something to fight for too. They had been defending themselves, from the other packs. If River Wood had just rebelled and joined the Heus her father would still be alive. It was River Wood’s fault, the Sasriels hadn’t cared a thing for her father. Only she had all along . . . and now she had let him down. The Heus had been right; they deserved the power they wanted; the other packs were weak. She was wrong to back them and stay with them . . . she was no longer that wolf.
So now she is seeking out the Heus, seeking to become the perfect spy for them as her troubled past as led her here. She can manipulate and act like a normal wolf, a half breed Sasriel, while all the while feeding information to the Blood Fang region.
There would be hell to pay for her father’s death; they just didn’t know about that yet.
Age: 4 years old
Gender: Female
Species: Sasriel / Gray wolf hybrid
Physical Description: This ebon fae stands at the height of a normal Sasriel wolf, though her features and body are visibly thicker set. Her body is covered with very thick, pure black fur that is long and smooth, letting her blend in with the shadows. Her eyes she inherited from her Sasriel mother and are a dark, shimmering blue, sapphire gems against her solid black coat. She also inherited the grace of the Sasriels and is a formidable enemy to have, as she can creep silently when she must. She always appears emotionless, unless a moment of sarcasm strikes her. Otherwise she is very stoic and hard to read. She has very narrow features and silently takes pride in her beauty. Her voice is simply “charming” and has a very charismatic feel to it when she needs it, but she rarely speaks, which makes her voice all the more alluring.
Personality: Mercy is incredibly hard to understand; only she truly understands herself . . . or at least, more so than others. Her very mind is a labyrinth of riddles and crossroads. From her stoic, quiet nature, one is able to gather she is easily submissive and will hardly ever put up a fight, though she can endure a good fight and in fact has a high pain tolerance. One might misjudge her as a wolf that would easily be led around by the nose . . . but one could easily be fooled. Mercy is very smart and is constantly thinking, constantly connecting circumstances. She is also a very good liar when she needs to be and can be a very convincing actor. When she is on her own, Mercy emerges herself in thoughts of the past and holds back her emotions like no other. Some could call her misguided; but she makes one heck of a con artist. As a pack member though, she truthfully is very loyal. She knows how to keep herself safe and how to keep those around her safe. She is uncertain if she’ll truly love again, whether it be a sisterly love or that of a mate, but she feels she would make a good mother. Though seemingly so submissive, she does make good leadership quality, even if she is simply the head of something and not necessarily an alpha. Time will tell where Mercy’s life leads her. As it is, her largest flaw is lack of confidence, which you can’t exactly see.
Pack: None
Rank: Loner
Other: Mercy literally fears for her sanity and fears she has screwed her life up. She also has a great hole that needs to filled, left there by the death of her father and siblings. She also has a unique way of dealing with any other fear she has, by making herself apart of them somehow.
History: Born in Sun Crest, Mercy had two brothers and one other sister. She had been the runt of the litter and thus was named “Mercy” as her mother’s way of hoping that fate would take mercy on her. Life started out fine, of course. The Mountains were beautiful and taught the grace and skill she needed to handle the icy slopes and narrow pathways of her birth land. She grew up happy, looking up to the older Sasriel pups, wishing that she could learn to fly like them. But she knew that that was impossible. The older she got, the more things seemed impossible. Then came the day when she had to leave Sun Crest; she was not Sasriel, she could not remain in the mountains. She had to go live with her father, down in River Wood.
She was broken hearted to leave her mother, and couldn’t help the anger that flared in side of her, as though she were being abandoned. She barely knew her father, much less about the pack that he was taking her and her siblings to. All she knew she was leaving old friends behind, and she really didn’t want to.
But as she became older, she adjusted and grew incredibly close to her father and siblings. She fought beside them, experiencing bloodshed. Her father taught her the basic foundation of loyalty, of facing reality, and above all, being strong and true to family. Her father became her world as the wars increased. She lost both her brothers and her sister ran off without a word. She stuck by her father, hopelessly devoted to him, and to him alone. He promised he’d always be with her, no matter what. She took that to mean the exact opposite of what her mother had done.
Having not even seen her mother in the past three years built a resentment in Mercy and she grew to only love her father who had always been there for her, who had always been her rock when things got tough.
It was during the last war that the Heus took down her father.
Her world literally turned upside down. She shut down, shut her pack from her life, wouldn’t listen to her mother when she finally came down from the mountain to comfort her . . . Her father, her world was completely destroyed. How could she ever go on? She spent weeks wandering, hearing nothing but her own thoughts. She became wrapped into her own thoughts, sickened and nearly died if it hadn’t been for one moment of inspiration.
The thought that the Heus had something to fight for too. They had been defending themselves, from the other packs. If River Wood had just rebelled and joined the Heus her father would still be alive. It was River Wood’s fault, the Sasriels hadn’t cared a thing for her father. Only she had all along . . . and now she had let him down. The Heus had been right; they deserved the power they wanted; the other packs were weak. She was wrong to back them and stay with them . . . she was no longer that wolf.
So now she is seeking out the Heus, seeking to become the perfect spy for them as her troubled past as led her here. She can manipulate and act like a normal wolf, a half breed Sasriel, while all the while feeding information to the Blood Fang region.
There would be hell to pay for her father’s death; they just didn’t know about that yet.
