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Post by [cat.CHAN] on Oct 2, 2008 10:53:33 GMT -5
Human Side
Name: Crystal Revine
Age: 19
Description: A tiny minx of girl, standing at a mere five foot three, with a slender, yet mature figure and lily white porcelain skin that seems to not hold a flaw. Although, under her clothes, the flaws are all too evident. Her harsh upbring has left many deep scars on her body, the worst being a long barbed wire scar from her left hip to near her right. The scars show more than physical strain, the scars are mirrored on her soul, certain nerves being more sensitive than others to touch upon. Her hair seems almost a little too long for her body, reaching her mid-thighs, white-blond in hue, in violent jagged bangs that seemed to have never been touched by a hairdresser's scissors. Her eyes are large and fringed with long sooty lashes, the irises being a liquid honey color.
Mate: None as of yet
Whelps: None
Mother: Anna Revine
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Jack Revine, Lottie Revine
Personality: Having been born a werewolf and thrown straight into a crash course in their skills, Crys is more than well practiced in the ways of both wolves and humans. So it goes without saying that Crys is a rather tough and street-wise girl, with nerves of steel and razor sharp reflexes. Although, her constant wariness seems to set her on edge a little, never seeming to be able to truly relax, whether in public or on her own. Being so accumulated to the world of fighting and danger, normal life seems worlds away from the place she grew up in. Bring a born werewolf, she doesn't tend to favor humans much, and thinks of bitten werewolves as little more than 'dirt'. This is mostly down to her trust being broken in them due to an event in her past.
History: Being born into a small and very poor family of born and bred werewolves taught Crys many things, values, loyalty and the importance of a pack. It toughened her considerably to the horrors of the world, and made her grateful for what she had. Her family was her pack, and no one else was welcome. That was until she met James. An young bitten werewolf cast out of his home into the area Crys and her family owned, distressed and lost, on the brink of despair. Strangely, Crys took pity on the poor boy and took him in, trying her best to teach him the things only a true werewolf could. The two became the best of friends, up until they were both sixteen. The two got into a fight, something that started off small, but grew into a blazing argument, both of them overcome with rage. James, still being an immature werewolf lost control, leaping at Crys's throat. Being more experienced, she threw him off and swiped at his tender underbelly with as much force as she could, then ran. Whether she left him to die or not, she didn't know. She moved away from her family a few months later, into a new district, finding a new home; an abandoned cabin high up in some woodlands. Barren and bare, but it was enough.
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Wolf Side
Name: Crys
Age: 2 Summers
Gender: Femme
Body Description: A fluffy, snowy white coat covers her lithe form, hiding most of her scars, apart from the one normally on her hip, that runs in a livid yellowish white line from her left flank, over her underbelly and up half of her right flank. This line is only skin, no fur grows there. Her eyes are a vivid ember hue, seeming to burn a mix of scarlet, burnt orange and gold, never just one color.
Pack: Undecided
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[/size]Name: Crystal Revine
Age: 19
Description: A tiny minx of girl, standing at a mere five foot three, with a slender, yet mature figure and lily white porcelain skin that seems to not hold a flaw. Although, under her clothes, the flaws are all too evident. Her harsh upbring has left many deep scars on her body, the worst being a long barbed wire scar from her left hip to near her right. The scars show more than physical strain, the scars are mirrored on her soul, certain nerves being more sensitive than others to touch upon. Her hair seems almost a little too long for her body, reaching her mid-thighs, white-blond in hue, in violent jagged bangs that seemed to have never been touched by a hairdresser's scissors. Her eyes are large and fringed with long sooty lashes, the irises being a liquid honey color.
Mate: None as of yet
Whelps: None
Mother: Anna Revine
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Jack Revine, Lottie Revine
Personality: Having been born a werewolf and thrown straight into a crash course in their skills, Crys is more than well practiced in the ways of both wolves and humans. So it goes without saying that Crys is a rather tough and street-wise girl, with nerves of steel and razor sharp reflexes. Although, her constant wariness seems to set her on edge a little, never seeming to be able to truly relax, whether in public or on her own. Being so accumulated to the world of fighting and danger, normal life seems worlds away from the place she grew up in. Bring a born werewolf, she doesn't tend to favor humans much, and thinks of bitten werewolves as little more than 'dirt'. This is mostly down to her trust being broken in them due to an event in her past.
History: Being born into a small and very poor family of born and bred werewolves taught Crys many things, values, loyalty and the importance of a pack. It toughened her considerably to the horrors of the world, and made her grateful for what she had. Her family was her pack, and no one else was welcome. That was until she met James. An young bitten werewolf cast out of his home into the area Crys and her family owned, distressed and lost, on the brink of despair. Strangely, Crys took pity on the poor boy and took him in, trying her best to teach him the things only a true werewolf could. The two became the best of friends, up until they were both sixteen. The two got into a fight, something that started off small, but grew into a blazing argument, both of them overcome with rage. James, still being an immature werewolf lost control, leaping at Crys's throat. Being more experienced, she threw him off and swiped at his tender underbelly with as much force as she could, then ran. Whether she left him to die or not, she didn't know. She moved away from her family a few months later, into a new district, finding a new home; an abandoned cabin high up in some woodlands. Barren and bare, but it was enough.
Picture:
Wolf Side
Name: Crys
Age: 2 Summers
Gender: Femme
Body Description: A fluffy, snowy white coat covers her lithe form, hiding most of her scars, apart from the one normally on her hip, that runs in a livid yellowish white line from her left flank, over her underbelly and up half of her right flank. This line is only skin, no fur grows there. Her eyes are a vivid ember hue, seeming to burn a mix of scarlet, burnt orange and gold, never just one color.
Pack: Undecided
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