Post by cptkickercutleg on May 14, 2012 2:58:46 GMT -6
Name: Lilliana Kaede
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Sub-Race: Werewolf
Type: Vulfen
Age: 19
Appearance:
Base shape - Man (Human)
Her narrow face is framed by long aubern hair, with wide blue eyes peering out from her low fringe. Her button nose is often scrunched up in thought, and her soft pink lips are now chaffed, flaking and often enough, bloody as she chews her lip nervously.
She is a diminuitive 5' tall, and most of her height is comprised of her trim, muscled legs, easily capable of matching most men when running. Her arms, free now of scars, are unblemished by scratches and cuts from farm tools, built from years of hard labour and augmented by her condition to the point where they appear to be sculpted from stone, so toned are they.
Changed shape - Liiru (Animal)
A slight 3 feet tall, she stands smaller than most wolves, but her thin form is deceptive, comprised of solid muscle that allows her to outrun all but the fastest, and her movements become instinctive with her feral body, her snout, still thicker than most, is covered by a mottled cream colour, which blends into the grey and white fur that comprises of most of her fur, and the rest of her body is patterned black, brown and cream, in direct contrast to the deep ocean blue of her eyes.
Personality:
Lilliana was close lipped and quiet, rarely speaking at all except to ask or answer questions, and always obedient to her parents, but after she was bitten by Cercius, a lot of strain has been put on her nerves, and she has become irritable and outspoken, easily provoked and hard to calm. Her nerves have frayed and she has become stubborn as a mule, and with twice the kick.
Magic: N/A
Spells: N/A
Skills:
Strength beyond sense. - Lilliana is almost unique for one cursed with Lycanthropy in that she was bitten and changed with no prior warning or permission. This means that in addition to her new-found strength, she does not know fully how to use it, and refuses to learn from her progenitor, which means that her body, while sculpted to be a perfect hunter, a powerhouse of hormones and muscle, is ungainly in her aggressive motions, unused to the strength and agility her body is now capable of.
I can fix that. - As a lycanthrope, any wounds not suffered by silver will heal, at the very most, by the time of her next Natural Change. This includes bruises, cuts, deep wounds, fractures, missing limbs and even destroyed organs.
This does not however work when the head is removed or the brain is utterly destroyed. This also purges her body of any poison, decay or illness.
If she forces a Change, the wounds remain, but half heal, so a removed arm might become a bloody, skinless leg over which she has no control if she forces the Change early.
Biography:
Lilliana, simply "Lil" to her friends in Abunage was a simple rice farmer, content to tend to the fields, feed the dogs and be a good daughter to her ageing parents, and a good sister to her two younger brothers. Her family was not poor, as one of them often went hunting in the plains far beyond the village, and one sold hand-made goods to the other villagers, traded silks for clothes and other essentials, while she ploughed, tilled, sowed and harvested the fields alone, her mind free to wander and imagine a life in the great unknown forest, a hunter like her brother, or a wild man like some of the more peculiar visitors to the village.
One dim morning, she rose early from her bed, not disturbing the two brothers that also slept in the room, and crept outside, grabbing several bowls and some meat, with which to bribe the hounds. As she stealthily bypassed the satiated beasts, she went out to the edge of her fields, peering deep into the murky forest, imagining what life could be like in there. Something caught her eyes, a spark of light in the dark foliage, and a dog walked towards her, it was huge, but seemed to her that it was lost, and so she held out her hand to it, the one she had grabbed and served the meat with, hoping for scent to still be strong enough to tempt the timid creature closer.
As it stepped closer, she smiled, her heart swelling as it always did for dogs, and she waited for it to smell her palm, accept her as the others did.
That's when she lost her hand.
The creature crunched down on her wrist, snapping it off like so many dry twigs, searing bolts of agony ripping through her body as she lets out a scream of pain and terror.
She was close enough for the villagers to wake at her cry, and her father was the first on the scene, his walking stick almost unneeded as he ran to her side, the others firing arrows into it's side.
The creature snarled and she saw it for what it was:
A monstrous wolf, so cunning and cruel to trick her by pretending to be a mere domesticated dog.
But the arrows did not deter it, fear flickering into an angry flame.
Spears and arrows flew at the beast and all she could do was watch, petrified with fear as the beast roared at the villagers.
That roar was answered.
One of the strangers, a newcomer to the village let out a cry of rage, something in a foreign tongue, throwing another spear to frighten the wolf, the shaft breaking with the force of impact, showering her with splinters as the two growl at eachother, seeming to understand one another, as if the man were half-beast himself, and the others saw it too, backing away from him.
The wolf snarls again, baring its teeth at her father, who stumbles back, the man steadying him as he stumbles.
She opened her mouth to thank him, but all that came from her mouth were sobs of pain, moans for help.
But the man did not steady him for long, pushing her father back towards the crowd and wrenching his walking stick from the older man's grasp, swinging it as the wolf pounces upon him, the muted sounds of snapping bones merging with that of dry wood breaking on the wolf, and it lands with it's tail at an odd angle.
It growls low in it's throat, a menacing snarl that sends shivers down her back as the stranger steps between them and she was grateful to him.
For an instant.
He let out a low, animal growl, and began to change, fur growing over his body, muscles, bones, ligaments and tendons snapping and squelching. She turned away, but the sound made her wretch, bile burning her throat.
She felt ill.
Screams and cries of fear filled the night, and many of her friends, her brothers and her father all fled from the monsters, and she was all but left alone, tears filling her eyes.
Didn't they realise they'd left her for dead?
Something draped a rag over her, fragments of the man-beast clothes she guessed, but pressed it against her stump, biting her lip and whining as she begins to shuffle back towards the village.
Another set of sounds, growls and rumbles.
Another wolf.
She opens her eyes, turning to see what was happening, then rubbed them to clear her vision
Twins? Were two of those wolves twins?
They growl and snarl, not fighting yet it seemed, but...
talking?
All hell broke loose, and the twins launched at eachother, furry bodies flying and blood spilling on her thin working top, but the thing that had been a man steps towards one of the wolves, further from her, letting out a growl so shocking that she almost threw up out of sheer terror.
It can TALK!?
He said she was HIS female!
She turned away, breath coming shorter, sharper now as she crawls away, but the ice made it harder.
Ice?
She turns again, her arm limp at her side as she spots one of the twins pouncing at the other, ice coating his paw, freezing a slash together.
Terror froze her more than the cold, and she let out a panicked cry, turning towards the village and screaming for help, an orange haze appearing in the central square.
Fires.
They were coming for her.
She lies down, curling into a ball as she waits for them, her ragged arm leaving red streaks over her dress.
She closes her eyes and sighs as she feels arms picking her up.
They snap open only a second after as a wet nose breathes in her scent, and raw terror fills her, it glances at the village, then down at her, her breathing heavy with terror, pain, and an odd feeling in her head.
He begins to run.
She looks up at the beast, anger building in her chest.
She his his chest with her remaining hand.
"Stop!" she cries, angry tears running down her face.
It murmurs something, growling in his odd voice, then bends down on one knee, putting her down, her back against a tree, surrounded by nothing but uncharted land, unsure of where she was.
She hit his arms, "Take me back! Take me back!" she yelled, begging for her life, and he snaps his arms up again, grabbing her elbows with shocking gentleness, her breath catching in her throat.
He speaks to her again, comforting words in a ferocious voice.
She whimpers, cowering back from him.
He lets go of her arms, guiding her stump to her already drenched dress, pressing the rag against her again.
He hushes her as she stares at him, and he wipes a tear from her cheek speaking in his odd language once more.
And then he left her.
She took but a minute to catch her breath, head woozy from bloodloss and panic, before she began her slow crawl, vision blurring as she moved through the damp foliage, tears of pain and embarressment more than pain now that her arm was becoming numb.
She crawled for what felt like days, unsure of her direction, only wanting to get home, to cry out for her mother, to feel the cool touch of human hands on her wound, to be made whole and for her life to go back to the way it was...
She had to be away from that monster, that creature that stole her from her parents and her life, from her village and her friends.
From safety and towards the gaping maw of hungry, ferocious wolves.
She rests for a while, her aching body exhausted by the distance as she rolls over, looking back... At the tree she had started from only meters away.
It wasn't fair...
Heavy footfalls off to her side made her ears twitch, her head rolling towards the noise.
It was back, picking her up again and taking her even further into the forest...
It wasn't fair... It wasn't fair at all! She didn't want to die! She didn't want to die! Not like this! Not in some god-forsaken forest full of animals just waiting to eat her alive!
Tears run down her face, and her words freeze in her mouth as his massive green eyes stare into hers, fierce and angry.
Not like this....
He lets out an angry sigh, looking away from her again, she had annoyed it, and she was going to die. It wasn't fair!
He mutters something unintelligible, sounding angry and hot breath washing over her face as he growled.
He turned away, looking around, then takes moss from the ground, forcing it against her open wound.
Oh gods, the pain.
She closes her eyes, telling herself it would only be a minute...
She wasn't sure when she came to again, or even if she had blacked out at all, really, but the man...
Thing?
Was gone, she couldn't see it anywhere, even as she tried to look for it.
She was alone again and she had lost sight of the thing that had been human, it would have been a brilliant opportunity to escape...
If she'd of had the energy...
She closed her eyes again, telling herself it wouldn't be long...
She was bitten while she slept, or had she truly died, as he said?
Was his bite an act of desperate mercy or spiteful jealousy?
She couldn't work it out, but all she knows now, is that she can't go back to the life she once had, she couldn't be human anymore...
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Sub-Race: Werewolf
Type: Vulfen
Age: 19
Appearance:
Base shape - Man (Human)
Her narrow face is framed by long aubern hair, with wide blue eyes peering out from her low fringe. Her button nose is often scrunched up in thought, and her soft pink lips are now chaffed, flaking and often enough, bloody as she chews her lip nervously.
She is a diminuitive 5' tall, and most of her height is comprised of her trim, muscled legs, easily capable of matching most men when running. Her arms, free now of scars, are unblemished by scratches and cuts from farm tools, built from years of hard labour and augmented by her condition to the point where they appear to be sculpted from stone, so toned are they.
Changed shape - Liiru (Animal)
A slight 3 feet tall, she stands smaller than most wolves, but her thin form is deceptive, comprised of solid muscle that allows her to outrun all but the fastest, and her movements become instinctive with her feral body, her snout, still thicker than most, is covered by a mottled cream colour, which blends into the grey and white fur that comprises of most of her fur, and the rest of her body is patterned black, brown and cream, in direct contrast to the deep ocean blue of her eyes.
Personality:
Lilliana was close lipped and quiet, rarely speaking at all except to ask or answer questions, and always obedient to her parents, but after she was bitten by Cercius, a lot of strain has been put on her nerves, and she has become irritable and outspoken, easily provoked and hard to calm. Her nerves have frayed and she has become stubborn as a mule, and with twice the kick.
Magic: N/A
Spells: N/A
Skills:
Strength beyond sense. - Lilliana is almost unique for one cursed with Lycanthropy in that she was bitten and changed with no prior warning or permission. This means that in addition to her new-found strength, she does not know fully how to use it, and refuses to learn from her progenitor, which means that her body, while sculpted to be a perfect hunter, a powerhouse of hormones and muscle, is ungainly in her aggressive motions, unused to the strength and agility her body is now capable of.
I can fix that. - As a lycanthrope, any wounds not suffered by silver will heal, at the very most, by the time of her next Natural Change. This includes bruises, cuts, deep wounds, fractures, missing limbs and even destroyed organs.
This does not however work when the head is removed or the brain is utterly destroyed. This also purges her body of any poison, decay or illness.
If she forces a Change, the wounds remain, but half heal, so a removed arm might become a bloody, skinless leg over which she has no control if she forces the Change early.
Biography:
Lilliana, simply "Lil" to her friends in Abunage was a simple rice farmer, content to tend to the fields, feed the dogs and be a good daughter to her ageing parents, and a good sister to her two younger brothers. Her family was not poor, as one of them often went hunting in the plains far beyond the village, and one sold hand-made goods to the other villagers, traded silks for clothes and other essentials, while she ploughed, tilled, sowed and harvested the fields alone, her mind free to wander and imagine a life in the great unknown forest, a hunter like her brother, or a wild man like some of the more peculiar visitors to the village.
One dim morning, she rose early from her bed, not disturbing the two brothers that also slept in the room, and crept outside, grabbing several bowls and some meat, with which to bribe the hounds. As she stealthily bypassed the satiated beasts, she went out to the edge of her fields, peering deep into the murky forest, imagining what life could be like in there. Something caught her eyes, a spark of light in the dark foliage, and a dog walked towards her, it was huge, but seemed to her that it was lost, and so she held out her hand to it, the one she had grabbed and served the meat with, hoping for scent to still be strong enough to tempt the timid creature closer.
As it stepped closer, she smiled, her heart swelling as it always did for dogs, and she waited for it to smell her palm, accept her as the others did.
That's when she lost her hand.
The creature crunched down on her wrist, snapping it off like so many dry twigs, searing bolts of agony ripping through her body as she lets out a scream of pain and terror.
She was close enough for the villagers to wake at her cry, and her father was the first on the scene, his walking stick almost unneeded as he ran to her side, the others firing arrows into it's side.
The creature snarled and she saw it for what it was:
A monstrous wolf, so cunning and cruel to trick her by pretending to be a mere domesticated dog.
But the arrows did not deter it, fear flickering into an angry flame.
Spears and arrows flew at the beast and all she could do was watch, petrified with fear as the beast roared at the villagers.
That roar was answered.
One of the strangers, a newcomer to the village let out a cry of rage, something in a foreign tongue, throwing another spear to frighten the wolf, the shaft breaking with the force of impact, showering her with splinters as the two growl at eachother, seeming to understand one another, as if the man were half-beast himself, and the others saw it too, backing away from him.
The wolf snarls again, baring its teeth at her father, who stumbles back, the man steadying him as he stumbles.
She opened her mouth to thank him, but all that came from her mouth were sobs of pain, moans for help.
But the man did not steady him for long, pushing her father back towards the crowd and wrenching his walking stick from the older man's grasp, swinging it as the wolf pounces upon him, the muted sounds of snapping bones merging with that of dry wood breaking on the wolf, and it lands with it's tail at an odd angle.
It growls low in it's throat, a menacing snarl that sends shivers down her back as the stranger steps between them and she was grateful to him.
For an instant.
He let out a low, animal growl, and began to change, fur growing over his body, muscles, bones, ligaments and tendons snapping and squelching. She turned away, but the sound made her wretch, bile burning her throat.
She felt ill.
Screams and cries of fear filled the night, and many of her friends, her brothers and her father all fled from the monsters, and she was all but left alone, tears filling her eyes.
Didn't they realise they'd left her for dead?
Something draped a rag over her, fragments of the man-beast clothes she guessed, but pressed it against her stump, biting her lip and whining as she begins to shuffle back towards the village.
Another set of sounds, growls and rumbles.
Another wolf.
She opens her eyes, turning to see what was happening, then rubbed them to clear her vision
Twins? Were two of those wolves twins?
They growl and snarl, not fighting yet it seemed, but...
talking?
All hell broke loose, and the twins launched at eachother, furry bodies flying and blood spilling on her thin working top, but the thing that had been a man steps towards one of the wolves, further from her, letting out a growl so shocking that she almost threw up out of sheer terror.
It can TALK!?
He said she was HIS female!
She turned away, breath coming shorter, sharper now as she crawls away, but the ice made it harder.
Ice?
She turns again, her arm limp at her side as she spots one of the twins pouncing at the other, ice coating his paw, freezing a slash together.
Terror froze her more than the cold, and she let out a panicked cry, turning towards the village and screaming for help, an orange haze appearing in the central square.
Fires.
They were coming for her.
She lies down, curling into a ball as she waits for them, her ragged arm leaving red streaks over her dress.
She closes her eyes and sighs as she feels arms picking her up.
They snap open only a second after as a wet nose breathes in her scent, and raw terror fills her, it glances at the village, then down at her, her breathing heavy with terror, pain, and an odd feeling in her head.
He begins to run.
She looks up at the beast, anger building in her chest.
She his his chest with her remaining hand.
"Stop!" she cries, angry tears running down her face.
It murmurs something, growling in his odd voice, then bends down on one knee, putting her down, her back against a tree, surrounded by nothing but uncharted land, unsure of where she was.
She hit his arms, "Take me back! Take me back!" she yelled, begging for her life, and he snaps his arms up again, grabbing her elbows with shocking gentleness, her breath catching in her throat.
He speaks to her again, comforting words in a ferocious voice.
She whimpers, cowering back from him.
He lets go of her arms, guiding her stump to her already drenched dress, pressing the rag against her again.
He hushes her as she stares at him, and he wipes a tear from her cheek speaking in his odd language once more.
And then he left her.
She took but a minute to catch her breath, head woozy from bloodloss and panic, before she began her slow crawl, vision blurring as she moved through the damp foliage, tears of pain and embarressment more than pain now that her arm was becoming numb.
She crawled for what felt like days, unsure of her direction, only wanting to get home, to cry out for her mother, to feel the cool touch of human hands on her wound, to be made whole and for her life to go back to the way it was...
She had to be away from that monster, that creature that stole her from her parents and her life, from her village and her friends.
From safety and towards the gaping maw of hungry, ferocious wolves.
She rests for a while, her aching body exhausted by the distance as she rolls over, looking back... At the tree she had started from only meters away.
It wasn't fair...
Heavy footfalls off to her side made her ears twitch, her head rolling towards the noise.
It was back, picking her up again and taking her even further into the forest...
It wasn't fair... It wasn't fair at all! She didn't want to die! She didn't want to die! Not like this! Not in some god-forsaken forest full of animals just waiting to eat her alive!
Tears run down her face, and her words freeze in her mouth as his massive green eyes stare into hers, fierce and angry.
Not like this....
He lets out an angry sigh, looking away from her again, she had annoyed it, and she was going to die. It wasn't fair!
He mutters something unintelligible, sounding angry and hot breath washing over her face as he growled.
He turned away, looking around, then takes moss from the ground, forcing it against her open wound.
Oh gods, the pain.
She closes her eyes, telling herself it would only be a minute...
She wasn't sure when she came to again, or even if she had blacked out at all, really, but the man...
Thing?
Was gone, she couldn't see it anywhere, even as she tried to look for it.
She was alone again and she had lost sight of the thing that had been human, it would have been a brilliant opportunity to escape...
If she'd of had the energy...
She closed her eyes again, telling herself it wouldn't be long...
She was bitten while she slept, or had she truly died, as he said?
Was his bite an act of desperate mercy or spiteful jealousy?
She couldn't work it out, but all she knows now, is that she can't go back to the life she once had, she couldn't be human anymore...