Nephele;; Female;; Armonir

[nephele]

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=050b20] nephele OF THE GREAT ARMONIR PACK ••lifes like rowing in a glass boat youre a devil in a fur coat•• Age Three Gender Female Purity Pure Rank Guardian Power She can exhale a gas that in its weakest form is a clear and scentless mist capable of calming nerves, and in its most pungent form appears as a thick white, and often described as a sweet smelling smoke capable of putting weaker creatures (pups, elders, hares) within four feet into an unresponsive sleep-like state. Based on their physical condition the effect can last from ten minutes to an hour. GOT A SILVER PELT AND SOME BRIGHT GOLD EYES pic, and pic. ••like you think i dont know what youre trying not to show•• Scars She has the general bumps and scrapes that go along with life in the wild, but the only noticeable one would be the long scar on the back of her right ear inflicted by her less than playful brother, the result of one of their juvenile petty fights that became rather serious. Disabilities/Deformities None Appearance Her fur for the most part consist of every shade between black and white, lingering for the most part at the center by demonstrating grays ranging from a gentle platinum to a molten silver. A soft gray covers a good portion of her body, the hairs themselves long and wispy swayed by little more than the most gently beckoning breeze, a darker coloration a shade above black extends from the base of her neck all the way down her tail and is lightly sprinkled with flecks of white, and a similarly colored bar runs from the space between her eyes to her nose. Her ears a completely black above eyes as intense and bright as heated gold Nephele has a physique perfectly situated between that of an agile runner and a soldier, slender muscles evenly spread over a full and shapely frame with well built legs that, while not the longest, are suited for endurance. Her soulreader has been tied to her left arm in a way that enables it to lie on the inner portion of her upper leg. CAUSE IM A DREAMER AND ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING ON MY MIND ••beauty aint just skin deep horrors lie dont cry dont weep•• Personality Nephele understands the art of subtlety quite well, generally able to get her way over time not so much with a manipulative charisma as it is a pretty logic. She can see and present a point from nearly every angle, and as a result is highly unbiased when it comes to the morals and purity of others. Nephele is a hopeless romantic, the sultry murmur of her voice that of a dreamer that spends their time envisioning flights over the clouds touched by the phoenix hues of sunset, but despite her dreaming tendencies it takes little more than a whisper to disrupt the thoughts and catch her attention. Due to this she will often seek out some of the oddest, most secluded spots when truly seeking to mull something over. Though enjoying the company of others and willingly speaking of her history, she will rarely engage in a lengthy conversation about what makes her tick, preferring to keep the innermost thoughts that often swirl through her mind for the closest of confidantes alone. Preferences Sunsets and nightfall. Wolves that know how to enjoy life, regardless of their purity. Cloudy days that hint at light rain or snow. Games of any sort. Quiet time to think and those that respect silence and subtlety. Strengths/Weaknesses Her power;; As long as they’re within range, she can pacify even the most aggressive of creatures with a simple exhalation. Her fighting capabilities;; The young females body is well built for both speed and strength, though not excelling at either, she is adequate in both areas. Weaknesses Her leniency;; That’s just it, she’s far too forgiving when it comes to being wronged. Her words;; Those that know have known her for an extended period of time and know to ignore her pleasant tone and pick up on her many, though lighthearted insults. Secret Ambitions None AND MY PARENTS ARE EKKENTO AND NALITH ••theres a time where its all right build a club and dance all night•• Family Father;; Ekkento--Mother;;Nalith Brothers;; Darsan--Volis Regrets None History Puphood: Nepheles birth was not entirely spectacular, she was born under a full moon to Ekkento and Nalith of Armonir, neither of the two holding a rank of exceptional power. She was the only female of a litter of two, having an additional brother named Volis born the previous year, so kindhearted that he stood outside of his nursing mothers cave and guarded it till falling asleep at the entrance. Adolescence: Though a year older than the two pups Volis was just as fun-loving and honest as his siblings, the three still able to retell some of their more epic mock battles held as a pup. He was far wiser than a wolf of that age should have been, more so the teacher of a majority of the basics of life than their own parents. As the two continued growing; Volis entering his third year, taking a mate and moving on, the two remaining siblings found that they demonstrated considerable skill in battle . They sparred often, testing the newly discovered strength of their pure skills and matured bodies till they gave out, and though by no means the best fighters within the pack the year they spent sparring improved their abilities far past the norm, and in addition to her choice to become a guardian trainee her skills becoming considerably developed. Sample RP Her maw was dripping with blood, tendrils of steam rising from the dark droplets as they collided with the cold ground and began to pool. Frame heaving as she drew in several ragged breaths the female began to lift a paw, the eyes of blue giving the occasional errant glance as she casually dipped the paw in blood and wrote out the brell decrimet beneath the frame of a yearling, battered and broken. She took great care with the letters, the twisted phrase written out with elegant strokes and grace. Finishing her work the female locked eyes with the head caretaker, a blatantly mocking concern laced throughout her voice. “There now, I’ve saved you some trouble. You’ll only need to make four more.” The eyes brightened, the icy blue becoming even more noticeable while widened as an amused exclamation of Oh! suddenly seemed to slip from her lips, head bowing as she emitted a long drawn out chuckle. After a moment the brown head lifted again and a teasing smile began to creep along her lips, long ivories glowing a sickly blue in the light of the moon as blood-moistened rims creased in a grin of utter delight. “And what a coincidence, it happens to be the same number of centuries it took for your Goddess to finally figure out how worthless the lot of you were." Suddenly the howl came, piercing the darkness of the night with the chilling intensity of an icepyre and sending what birds had remained through the slaughter fleeing from their perches with with raucous cries and their wings beating the air like thunder. The grin faded and was replaced with a slim line of disappointment, not entirely a frown but likely the closest she could recall coming to one. Such a shame, it was already common knowledge that the Zusak would reward those who bore the strongest scent of blood and the fear of others on their coats, but she had heard rumors that they were grading soldiers on the amount of blood on their coats as well. Ah well, it was hardly worth it, the yearling blood was already thick enough to be visible even on her silky brown pelt and the two Denwatchers were hardly worth the extra time it would take to clean additional muck off. It wasn’t as if her name wasn’t already well known in the most powerful circles within the kingdom, short of slaying Deidrous himself there were few other ways to acquire more fame than what was already in her claws. The sun was rising, its rosy fingers threatening to stretch above the horizon and the beloved darkness shrinking away with frightening haste. She had been caught in the sun once before, and still had not forgotten the divine, tortuous burn that had sought to cleanse her soul. The shame had been so great afterwards, having for a split second actually considered the thought of allowing it to. The wolf was little more than a brown streak through the countryside as she tore towards the direction of the teleporter who could take her to the blanketing layers of darkness within the caverns. As she flew past the hibernating trees of the Great Forest, it so reminiscent to the childhood days of training that seemed to have taken place a millennia ago, minus the scores of other youths that were fleeing a murder. It brought back an long forgotten habit; they had been taught to utter a phrase, told that it negated their sins and would save them from the eternal damnation that would result in making a killing without it. Eventually they grew older, became so machine when handling the act that one by one the phrase seemed a meaningless ritual that only interfered when trying to make a silent getaway. Despite the years that had passed since she had even hear it, the words slipped past her lips, she regretting it almost instantly due to the unfamiliar pang it sent through her heart. “Let not my deeds come to the light.” ••listen to your fears to the waves by the piers as its drumming to your heartbeat baby youve got cold feet••

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