Leviathan - Loner

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Name:
Now the dark begins to rise...Leviathan

Gender:
Save your breath its far from over....Bitch

Age:
Leave the lost and dead behind...IV

Race:
Now its your chance to run for cover...Wolf

Sub-Race:
I don't want to change the world...Demon

Breed:
I

[/color] just want to leave it colder... Reptilian && Hell Hound && Wolf Demon

Pack:
Light the fuse and burn it up... Loner

Rank:
Take the path that leads to no where... Unchallenged

Appearance:
A[/color]ll is lost again, but I'm not giving in...

Many could say that once maybe Leviathan was once a beautiful wolf. Yet others could say she was stunning or exotic but who really knows? That was the past and the present Leviathan could still be stunning to some but not all. She is not a large wolf, yet neither is she small. Her head is usually lifted high in a regal position even though she will never be a alpha. Her head’s structure is made up of finely shaped and developed bones that come together in almost a flawless click. Her bones are thin and can be broken by a hard blow but she tends to keep others away from her face. Small, delicate tear-drop shaped ears are usually pricked as she listens to the wind. Always on alert, those delicate things are never brought down unless she is in a presence of a alpha, though it is done slowly because even though she has no drive to become a alpha, she is dominant in her own twisted way. Thick, sooty lashes frame eyes that are almond shaped like most, but with a exotic tilt at the edges. If she had been a human, she would have been an Asian. Her eyes are the color of the palest silver that seems to glow from her face. She has a slim snout, tipped off with a moist, black nose that is usually twitching as the scents on the winds converge into the two holes and upon her senses. Black lips are flecked with a pale pink, usually pulled up from her teeth as she snarls. Each tooth is long and sharp, ready to sink into a victim’s unsuspecting form due to her short temper. A pink tongue rarely leaves the cavern of her mouth unless she is panting or giving up a quirky smile that rarely graces her face. It is forced much like a snake, tasting the air with each flick as it leaves her mouth. Her breath is acrid and tends to burn or sting the orbs and nose.

Envy has a slim neck that is much like her stature, neither short nor long. Said neck is usually arched slightly, with the fur or ruff fluffed up high or bristling because she is never in a good mood. Her necks fur is thick around the jugulars, protecting the great veins from sharp teeth that would wish to end her life by draining her frame of the lifeblood fluids. Muscles are also abundant here to aid the fur, so that teeth have a harder time slicing through. Her neck connects to a wide chest that is made up of thick bones that protect her heart from being crushed by a well aimed kick. Her form is lean, not fat or thick like wolves that wish to be over muscled or did not know when to stop eating. Her lean frame is covered by a very thin layer of flesh that is spread tightly over the well toned muscle that covers her bones from protruding and giving her a disgusting, starving look. Her fur is in thin, fine layers here that all flow in the same direction. The bottom of her torso is a soft belly that is unprotected from layers of muscle, so it is mostly some pieces of fat that protect her entrails and such organs from being feasted on or torn free of her form by teeth that get past her defense. Her stomach is a pale hue of pink of flesh, with nine nipples that are small and tinged with black. She has never given birth to pups, so they have never been suckled upon.

Protruding from her frame are four long, lean legs. Each leg is slim and muscled. Like her frame, the skin here is very thin and easy to cut across. The muscle is not as thick as her body, but still thick enough to be a barrier against teeth from scraping and possibly snapping the thin bones that make up her legs. She is a runner, much to the bewilderment of other wolves who would have thought she was a fighter because of her nasty nature. Her paws are small, not large or enormous like other wolves, with sharp claws that help dig into the terrain and give her friction as she runs across the lands with a speed that is truly her own. Her pads are thick and rough, because she was born and raised in a terrain of mountainous land which needed hard pads to keep sharp, jagged rocks from tearing into her paws and leaving her a limping, bloody mess. She is well equipped for mountain land and harsh conditions, but that is for her to know and others to figure out if they can stand her presence. From her rump, a slightly puffy tail rolls free. Her tail has a thin layer of skin, flesh, and muscle to protect the bones that make up its structure. Her tail can usually be found high in the air, or coiled around one pillar to keep its annoying self from wagging and such. If it was up to her, she would have gotten rid of her tail a long time ago. Weird bitch.

Next to last is the scars that she bares with pride. Starting with her scars, Leviathan has many of them. She was not born with these scars of course, but slowly accumulated them over time. The first of them is a jagged tear that is thick and pale pink that rolls across her left eye, starting from her forehead, across said eye, down her cheek and ending at the corner of her lip. The scar luckily did not blind her, but if she closes her eye, you can see the scar stretch across the thin eyelid. She does not speak of how she got the scar and it is a touchy subject with this female. The second scar is located upon the medium-sized bitch’s chest. The scar starts from her left shoulder, stretches across her chest, dipping slightly before touching her right shoulder. The scar is very thin and hardly noticeable against her flesh, but is there none the same. Now we come to the third, fourth, and fifth scars. These three are all located in the same place and came from the same attack. They are more like claws marks, but who truly knows but Leviathan herself? They are upon her right side, across her ribs. They start at the first bone that marks her ribs, stretches across diagonally until they end at the bottom of her ribcage, a little before the last bone of her ribcage. The top and bottom scar are thin, while the middle is slightly thicker. All are a dark hue of pink and can be seen, but like the one upon her face, she does not speak of it. The last scar, number six, is found upon her haunches. If you were to see it fully, the scar looks like a wolf chomped upon her rump and shook her side from side, tearing into the muscle before tossing her. That is what happened, but it will not be confirmed by Leviathan.

The first strange thing upon her frame is that she doesn't have normal flesh per say. She has scales instead of skin, that is a deep hue of onyx that gleams. Her fur protruded from small slivers in between each scale and from the scales itself so it looks normal. Her scales seem to give off that telling brimstone scent of a demonic being. Hiding upon the mask that will be told later is a serpent that hides inside the skull, only coming out when it is hungry. The female has a skull that covers the right side of her face, surrounding her right eye, and around her cheek and ear but leaves most of her snout bare. The mask is made entirely of white bone is very exotic. Protruding from her lips is two long canines, almost like a saber tooth cat, that are hollow because they used to hold venom but not any longer...she has none of it now. Her eyes have slits like a serpent and have the serpent stare. She hisses like a snake as well so be weary. A little tidbit is that she has young that hatch and not given birth to. She is more serpent then any other beast.

Last but not least about this female is the color of her coat. She is not like regular lupines. Her hair is thick and silken soft to the touch, which she enjoys because it is her one vanity. To sink ones fingers, er claws into her pelt it to think you are touching the clouds in the sky. She tends to keep it clean of any grime or dirt, so don't worry about dirtying your paws. The hue on the other hand is quite spectacular. Her pelt is of the deepest, purest hue of navy blue that appears black in the shadows. The color is not marred by any other hue of blue, just that one solid color that is exotic and breathtaking. Black swirls around her eyes, even if you can only see one of them, in Egyptian kohl and also runs across her lips. Black tips the edge of the navy blue fur, causing it to appear in a different light when you gaze at her moving form. She has three black paws and one with only black toes. She loves the hue of her pelt and the black that goes with it as well with her personality. Leviathan is proud of her exotic appearance.

Personality:
I will not bow, I will not break...

Silence - Ah, beautiful silence that does not hide the sounds of reality. Leviathan is known for her silence. For her ability to not speak a word for days at a time which annoys others to no end but it’s not like she cars. She refuses to speak, keeping the smoky, seductive words deep into the crevice of her throat. She will not them be free. She will not let them curl into the air and deep into your mind. She refuses to let out precious air for things as meaningless as words. If she speaks at all, which is such a rare experience; it is naught but one or two syllables. They escape the tight control she has on her throat to dance in the wind. Her record of words is a total of a total conversation in one day. Usually, she will go on for days, weeks and even months without speaking. Truly, why should she speak? It is naught but a waste of energy.

Bored - Life has become a trifle thing to Leviathan. She might not have lived eternity, less than a decade but she has grown bored with life. There is no true excitement in the world. Her lupine body functions and she functions along with the world. Leviathan has slowly noticed that she acts like a robot, moving in the same pattern as the world. There is no true exotic thing about her, for there is no need to be different. Nothing is in this world that makes her blood pump and roar in her ears. Just a deep nothingness that makes her ears twitch to do something...anything just to get this insufferable emptiness out of her system. The boredom eats away at the sane parts of her mind, burrowing like a decomposer as it tries to find something....amusing, or what she thinks is amusing, that will actually make the world worth living. Otherwise everything just seems to be black and grey and not really worth noticing.

Emotionless - Many lupines are known to experience the pounding sense of emotions. Leviathan knows no such thing. Once, when she was young and a foolish soul, she smiled. She felt joy, love, despair, anger, pain, and all those colorful emotions that mortal beings experience as the days go by. No longer does she see, or experience these marvelous, yet trivial, things. The box that is emotions in your soul is empty to Leviathan, bare as it grows dust and webs. She feels nothing but a deep, gaping hole where the light of the world, the light that is emotions, should be. It is like living a half life, but she 'enjoys' it. She does not care that there is no emotions running through her blood. The concept of emotions might not be the same as what other experience because she can no longer experience them the same way others can. Oh, the emotions she felt before are nothing but a hazy memory that she cannot reach. So you may feel these emotions and expect Leviathan to as well, but she cannot. What a terrible thing you say, but Leviathan barely notices this absence. Leviathan sometimes tries to show these emotions, but her soul, heart and eyes are dead to this.

Warrior - From a young age, Leviathan became a warrior. Her childish nature, the one that made you a light spirit and can laugh, was brutally ripped from her grasp. At a young age, Leviathan learned that reality was a harsh world that only the strong survived. So, instead of being the carefree soul that many had when they were a young age, she left it behind. She has learned to fight, to defend herself when those dark beings come calling to try and destroy her soul and the strength that she had built up over time. She uses her strength to bring down those who try to kill her, to make her their mindless slave. She has become a steel sword that no one can touch emotionally, mentally, or physically without dire consequences. She has made herself an untouchable so that nothing fazes her and nothing can bring her down.

Cold- Leviathan is cold. Not the emotionless cold that you would expect from someone who feels nothing. Just....cold. She is not the same as many other lupines. They can be warm, their words nice and soothing to your ears. Leviathan is not like that. She has built a wall around herself so that you only feel a frigid touch of ice when you try to communicate with her. Her eyes are dead, filled with nothing but a ice cold soulless expression that is calculating. When you look into her eyes, it appears that she is sizing you up and seeing your whole life before dismissing you as nothing but a pile of shit. Her words, those few syllables that manage to escape her lips, are filled naught with emotion but a coldness that sinks into your heart and causes you to shiver and step back in instant fear. Her tone shuts down talk with the barest effort upon her part. Her coldness gives you the feeling, the concept that she thinks you are below her notice...below her very being. This iciness is biting and makes you want to step back before you never get warm again.

Manipulation - Leviathan is one to manipulate those around her so that they fit the picture. Even though she thinks everyone is a pile of shit beneath her foot, she still notices the world around her. She tries to fit the lupines around her as though they are a jigsaw puzzle. If she doesn't like you, then know she will try to remove you out of her life. Even though she is surrounded by those of her kind and those not of her species, she only notices those who rival her in strength, those who seems to be threats to her very survival. Leviathan feels no remorse, or the concept of remorse, as she manipulates children and elder beings. If they are not intelligent enough to know they are spinning to her tune then they deserve to be treated like mindless slaves. Yet, Leviathan had isolated herself so that she has no pack and no friends. She does not want others around her and expects them to abide by this wish. She hides in the shadows and the fringe of society, so best watch your step and stay away.

Distant - Leviathan has distanced herself from the real world. She has ripped away her connection to reality and beings so that she no longer feels what the concept of betrayal and pain is. She doesn't truly feel it, but somehow in a way experiences the concept of what we call those emotions. She has cut herself off from becoming 'friends' with others. She cannot trust them, cannot trust her kind or creatures of the night alike to not back stab her when her back is turned. When it comes to survival, you focus on yourself. Leviathan has done so, putting her own needs before the needs of others. To protect what is left of her innocence, of her heart she is detached herself from every living being. She treats them with a aloof nature of one who does not care one way or another. Truly, Leviathan does not about care about anyone anymore. She has become a true bitter wolf who one does not want to be around or even look to without flinching and shuddering.

Intelligence - Leviathan might be cold, frigid and such but she is wise. Even though she is young, and may seem foolish to many, there is age in those calculating eyes of hers. Her form might be that of a young lupine, but her eyes, her mind, her soul is that of an aged warrior. She is no whimpering fool who is easily shoved around or outsmarted. Her intelligence and wit is strong enough so that she gets out of hard situations. This intelligence in her mind is used to bring down opponents by calculating their weakness and what they can and cannot do. Her brain is capable of many things and she uses it on a regular basis. She does not let her brain cells die by not using them, but explores and tries to use every inch of her brain every day. She wields her intelligence with a sharpness that will draw the blood of her opponents.

Merciless - When it comes to a fight, be it physical or mental, Leviathan will not back down. Once she fights, she is committed until she or her opponent is dead, dying or unable to keep on fighting. She will not bring mercy down upon her opponent if they go too far with her. Steal from her and she will cut you down. Disgrace her and you will feel her wrath or what is wrath to one such as her. Leviathan does not dally, does not play foolish little jokes. When you play with one such as her, you will be burned. Leviathan has no times to play with simpering fools that cannot hold their own against her. If you challenge her, know that if you’re foolish you will end up wounded mentally and/or physically to what she thinks you deserve. Be it child, elder or one of her age. She has no mercy and no time for idiotic beings.

Deceptive - Leviathan is deceptive. She may appear to be lazy, but really she is all sleek muscle waiting to pounce. She might appear to be sleeping, but the muscles in her body are tense, claws ready to shove from the terrain so she can sink her jowls into your heart, eyes and throat. You might think her pretty face makes her weak and fragile, but when she fights and makes you fall onto your back, who will be the last one standing? She will. Leviathan uses a mask of weakness to get others to underestimate her. She will use all of her physical attributes to get others to think herself weaker then she truly is. A warrior is disguise. Someone who appears to be easy to kick around, but whose spirit and spine is that of steel.

Magic:
Watch the world through dying eyes...

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-Spells:
Now the dark is taking over...

[/b]: This spell is known to effect Leviathan and only she. When using this magic it turns her blood, the onyx hued liquid and causes it to become poisonous. So if you bite her and this spell is activated you will get a mouthful of contaminated blood. This magic can be healed though it is very painful and biting. The magic takes a lot out of Leviathan for she herself is effected by the poison for a short period of time as her bodies anti venom works to break it down.

Serpent Gaze: This spell is taken from the blood of serpents that runs in her veins. Using this spell, Leviathan can catch the eyes of another lupine and hold them in a trance. Much like the gaze of a serpent or a feline, when you hold her gaze, you seem to not be able to move your body or even breathe. It takes a strong willed creature to be able to wrench their eyes away from her gaze and be free of the spell. Leviathan is left defenseless to the power as well for she cannot move or make a sound or else she will break the enchantment. It causes her eyes to burn and if she uses it for a long length, she will go blind for a period of time.

Serpent Scales: This spell enables the scales that cover Leviathan's frame to pour out. Her fur is covered and she takes on the full appearance of a scaled serpent. The scales are tough and hard to penetrate as they protect her from attack. Once the spell dies, Leviathan is left sensitive and very weak, unable to defend herself from attack if she is found. Sometimes she even blacks out from the pain of shedding each of the black scales.

Serpent Grace: This spell enables Leviathan for a short time to shift into the shape of a snake. Yet only if a real living snake is close by and its more like she is borrowing their body as she slips into it, or melds. She shares the mind of the snake and can use the body as her own. This power is still weak, only growing stronger the more time she uses it and as she grows older. When she releases the shape, Leviathan is left in a boneless heap as her bones try to solidify. She needs a great quantity of food and sleep to overcome this toll. It usually takes her a week to get herself up and running again after being in a coma. If she does not release the form of a snake in time, she will die.
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Skills:
S[/color]how me where forever dies...

Leviathan is a skilled assassin and spy. Being a emotionless beast she has no qualms with killing anything or anybody she has been ordered to slaughter. She has no problem with entering a pack, befriend them then stabbing them in the back. She really doesn't give two shits so it helps with these jobs. If you want something like her, emotionless and unbreakable, Leviathan is your bitch.

Biography:
Take the fall and run to heaven...[/i]

Leviathans story is not one tale that is something she is proud of, nor is she one to peer back at. She has learned to hide away her history, to block it from her mind less it destroy the wolf that she has become. It was four years ago when she came into existence, and even then her story had not the best of beginnings. First off, you have to know that Leviathan is the sister of Asmodeus. Second, her dam was not one who loved her sire and was a foreigner, someone who was not part of any of the packs nor did she come from this land. Her dam was her own unique lupine that lived beyond the hills, in the dark crevices of shadowed mountains that one would not expect a she – wolf to survive. She was a loner, had no family for they had banished her long ago because she was not fit to be part of their family, too dark and twisted her nature. Her sire, one of five brothers, had come upon her dam. Was it a coincidence or had Pieire been searching for a mate, Leviathan didn’t know. All she knew was that when her sire spotted Pieire, the brown she – wolf with dark, brooding eyes he knew he must have her. So he took Pieire, made her his own in every way, filled her with his seed and mixed his stench into her own. He claimed her as his bitch, his plaything. Pieire gave as much as she got, and her sire was content with her. He kept her a hidden shame, because his family would not accept Pieire. His hidden toy, that one day disappeared. Pieire did not love the one who claimed her and really she did not care for him. So, after taking her fill of the dark brute, she disappeared into the shadows of her mountains, not to be found again.

On a cold night, Pieire gave birth to two pups. One was a female, the first born and the strongest, who was a deep navy and who would have silver orbs when they opened. The second was a male who was as black as his sire and would have his deceiving orbs of pale blue. They were both strong and healthy, lupines who would not die but grow up to be strong warriors that would have made their sire proud had he known they had been conceived. Leviathan and Asmodeus, siblings who would defend each other and become lupines that others would fear and shy away from, in fear that they would be slaughtered or forever changed when they came into the presence of the siblings. Even though she had not a maternal bone in her body, Pieire loved her two pups and cared for them as a mother would. She would feed them her milk, sleep around them and make sure they survived the coming weeks before their eyes opened and they could walk. As soon as she could, the dark female weaned them and fed them meat so that they did not depend on her milk which soon dried up. The pups did not mind, and instantly grew to love the taste of raw, bloody meat. Pieire became proud of her children who were intelligent and quick to learn the law of the world: Kill or be killed.

As time passed, Pieire brought her children from their cavern to see the land in which they would grow up. Leviathan was the quiet, calculating bitch who took everything in and hid her emotions behind a poker face. Asmodeus on the other hand was a open book who was quick to lash out with anger as well as turn to his sister and apologize. The two pups had a bond much like twins would, but different in a way. They grew up together; depending on one other to be their anchor and the only beings they could trust. Pieire might have been their mother, but neither Asmodeus nor Leviathan trusted her. They knew she would kill them if she had to if it meant saving her own back or feeding her during a harsh winter. It might seem cruel or disgusting, but this threesome of a family was not the sanest of beings around nor did they have a heart. They were beings who could have literally come from the pits of hell and no one would be surprised. Who did you think Leviathan was named after? Or Asmodeus? Each pup took on the calling of one of the princes of hell. Even though it was a masculine name, Leviathan wore it proud and with dignity. She was Envy, her brother was Lust and that was that.

As the seasons passed, Leviathan and Asmodeus grew into their gangly forms. Their dam began to teach them how to hunt, to stalk, to fight. To become efficient warriors and beings who could fend for themselves when it came time for her to abandon them. What do you think? That she would keep them forever? You must be foolish because as they got older, Pieire begin to grow more distant and violent to her own children. She wasn’t pack material and she was proud of that. During the time of one of the brothers having to kill his own family, so too did the brothers find out about Leviathans sire. Since one of the brothers had to kill his own family, the brothers returned from their mission and set out into the shadowed mountain terrain that the three called their home. It took a while, but the three came upon Pieire and her two yearling children. The brothers set upon Pieire first, who was a seasoned warrior, and even though a female, held her own at first with her magic before she perished under the claws of the eldest brother. Leviathan and Asmodeus had abandoned their dam during this time, not caring for the cruel bitch, and managed to find one of the many hiding holes in the mountains and disappeared, much to the disappointment of the brothers. They abandoned their quest, for they did not think the two pups would survive on their own. How silly that they assumed this! Asmodeus and Leviathan were well equipped and taught. Asmodeus has melded into the rocks while Leviathan hid, waiting to see if she had to use her gift but it was not needed.

For a whole year, Leviathan and her brother lived on their own. At first, everything was fine but then Asmodeus started to grow antsy and tried to live up to his name. He had reached puberty and the need to mate, to plant his seed in a female was hard to resist. Sadly the only bitch around was his own twin, and even though it was not heard of, Asmodeus tried to mate with his own sister. Maybe it was the twisted gene in his blood, or something darker but who truly knows why he did this? Leviathan did not react well to what her brother tried to do to her. She turned upon him with a snarl, eyes flashing and teeth bared. Asmodeus bit her, teeth slicing into still forming muscle of her haunches and he shook his much lighter sister like a doll before throwing her. Slamming into the ground, a sharp rock split upon her face, causing the scar she has today. Turning to defend her, she felt his claws dig into her side, causing another set of her scars. In retribution, she attacked and tore one aud to shreds, bloodied his throat and tore into his legs until one bone gave away with a snap. Once he was done, Leviathan turned and abandoned her brother. He had betrayed her, and that day Leviathan became the being she is today.

All is lost again, but I'm not giving in...

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