Post by (( N E V E A H )) on Jul 15, 2011 12:20:33 GMT -5
Name:
Neveah Spiritwalker
Age: 5 years
Starting Age: 5 years
Gender:
Female
Species:
Winged Wolf
Alliance:
Azrelia Pack, Alpha Female
Magic: (Nephthys and Tiamat)
- Summoning of water
- Expelling of spirits
- Telepathy
- Telekinesis
Appearance:
Neveah’s body, from the neck down, is slender with curves around the shoulders and hips, as a normal wolf, only on a slightly smaller scale. It is a body built for speed, flying, and low impact, not combat and fighting. Her bones are thin and hardly able to resist impact, easily broken, but lucky for her, fast to heal. Not, by any means, supernaturally fast, but rather, a touch faster than the average wolf. Her paws are, just like her body, small and dainty, looking fit to run over the top of water. This is, of course, impossible, but something about her and the way she walks gives that impression. In this aspect, she is clearly her father’s child, as he was the same way but with a more muscular build.
Sloping outward from her body is a circular head with a curved muzzle, black lips usually curved upward in a smile. Her whiskers are a tad longer than normal, which lends her somewhat of a feline appearance in that face, which is a bit ridiculous, but charming, in a way. The one thing marring this lovely face is a single scar, straight across the muzzle, that says she is not a stranger to fights, but the combination of lack of scarring elsewhere and brittle build suggests that she is not a friend to them either.
Her eyes are deep chocolate brown, tinged with happiness and guarded with mystery. Truth be told, while every one of Neveah’s emotions can be read in her eyes, she doesn’t even know herself what she’s feeling on occasion and it is on these times that her eyes appear cheery, but somehow blank at the same time, as if two spirits share the same body and are using the window of Neveah’s eyes to attempt to communicate with the outside world. The reality is that, while unaware of how exactly she feels, Neveah is naturally a happy wolf.
Building her frame are lithe, sinewy muscles that hardly pack a punch but allow for great strength in areas such as running and swimming. In fact, Neveah is quite the agile wolf, both in water and on land. She has her stealth about her as well, making her a good hunter of small prey but hardly any good, even in a pack, at hunting larger prey. The muscles of her heart are strong and well-built from a lifetime spent running for enjoyment, and are strong enough that one can see her heart beating like a drum from the outside. Some find it cute, most don’t care, Neveah finds it annoying.
Cloaking her body is a pelt of slightly long grey-blue fur. More often than not, water drops hang in her pelt, seeming crystalline from a distance, like dew on morning buds, from her frequent trips into the water. It glitters and sparkles magnificently, but brings out the wet-wolf smell and makes her unpleasant to brush up against. Still, hardly a wolf will see the day when Neveah stays out of the water.
Decorating the spots under her eyes are three paint-splashes of white, more splatter marks forming a direct line down her spine and down onto her legs, all the way down to her paws. Though they appear artificial, Neveah was born with these marks, and all they seem to do is break the monotony of single-colored fur.
Neveah’s wings, although she lacks magic herself, appear to have been influence by her mother’s earth magic. They have no feathers, no bones, well, in a sense. The entire structure is made of bone but the formation appears to have been one found in the earth, a pattern of what looks like five shards, pointing all in different directions, of rock on each wing hewn together to make one solid…something.
Personality:
Neveah is gentle, easygoing, and kind. It takes much to anger her loving spirit, and she has yet to meet a wolf she didn’t like. She sees others for the good inside them, instead of focusing on their flaws, and embraces them for who they are instead of trying to change them. She can be a bit too mothering at times, having only a desire to protect those she holds dear and keep them from harm’s way. To be honest, it just about tortures Neveah herself that she is so devoted to the wolves around her that she would give her life should the need arise, even if she was only protecting a mere acquaintance. Though, that is another thing about her. Even acquaintances, she acknowledges as if they were her friends.
This leads us to Neveah’s biggest flaw: trust. She is gullible to a fault. It doesn’t take much to get her to believe in anything, and there’s very little about herself she won’t tell you. She sees love and trust to be equal, and because she loves unconditionally, she trusts unconditionally, which, if she doesn’t pay more attention, will kill her one day. Manipulating this fae is far too easy.
Neveah is very protective of the ones she loves, providing for them at the expense of hefself and caring for them even when they do wrong. She has a never-ending, unfailing sorf of love that is impossible to lose, even when she's been hurt severely. She would never think of doing something to harm those she holds dear, or put them jeopardy. Her heart is amazingly large for her small body, but it is something to be admired for she is one of the best examples her wolves could follow.
History:
Aaliyah, a black wolf of Earth-related magic, was only looking for love. She didn’t want commitment yet, or pups or a family. But that was before Poseidon and the passion he threw her into, oh, the passion. He was a drug to her feeble body, something to fill the hollow spot in her chest that she didn’t even know existed. It was like living without a soul, not knowing what you were lacking, and then getting one. That was what falling in love with Poseidon felt like. He said he was a water god. Oh, heavens above, to her, he must have been. Only a god could be so great
Or so she thought.
All gifts have their price.
Poseidon left her there, on the beach. He stepped into the waters, took a step back, announcing he needed a hunt, and vanished. Just like that, the soul was sucked out of Aaliyah. It was all she’d had, now..nothing. There are nothing to fill the aching, bleeding gap in her chest that only the loss of a true love can create on the most brutal of occasions. Aaliyah always told herself that he had died—maybe met a bear or something—but she knew the truth. She followed his scent trail. She knew he’d abandoned her, but she couldn’t bring her heart to acknowledge the truth. The truth, it felt, would kill her.
On top of that was the birthing night. That night, the first two pups that were brought into the world with all the force Aaliyah had left in her body, were dead before swallowing their first breath. The next one, the last one, Aaliyah knew would be the same but prayed fervently that it would not, by some miracle. As she discovered, miracles do happen. The next pup was alive! Aaliyah named her Neveah, for the heaven on earth that her mother felt had been formed when she looked into her pup’s eyes.
The next unfortunate thing was the bleeding of Aaliyah’s teats when Neveah attempted to nurse. The first thing her child had tasted upon entry into the world was her mother’s blood. Great. She hoped that was no omen, picked up her pup, and travelled to the pack to plead for their mercy on her poor case. Mercy, they gave her, and allowed young Neveah to nurse from one of the older wolves who’d recently given birth to what would be her last litter. Aaliyah learned tips on how to raise pups from the elderly fae and all her experience. When asked, Aaliyah politely turned down the offer to join and retired back to her old life of living as a loner.
At this time, Neveah had grown exceptionally, but her name should have had the opposite meaning, for looking at her was hell for her mother. Every time she looked at her daughter, she saw his coloring, his build, his eyes. It had never occurred to her that any pup could be so much like one parent, and this, dear reader, was torture for the femme.
Despite this, Aaliyah tried her best to take care of her pup until she died of a broken heart. If Neveah knew her effect on her mother, she’d have blamed herself for the tragedy, but nonetheless, she turned towards the pack that had saved her when she was merely a young pup. There, she met a young golden wolf named Midas and fell in love with him instantly. But it was the same situation with her mother beginning all over again. However, Neveah was none the wiser and realized nothing. She had no idea of Midas’ game, or what he may do to her. All she saw were his beautiful eyes, luscious coat, and love. Love, love, love. It was stars blinding her vision till her whole world was lit up with him, only him, always him.
Then, one fateful day, Neveah was attacked by a bear. The fight with him was what gave her the scar on her muzzle, and the only reason she is alive is for the glimmering blue orb that overwhelmed the bear. Neveah lay there, panting, trying to process what she had just seen, but realized the bear might not have been finished off and made a dash for camp. It was there she confessed her need to join the Azrelia pack to learn more about herself, and there Midas promised her he’d show up to be with her one day.
She has had enough time to become Alpha, but in spite of that, waits for him still.
Neveah Spiritwalker
Age: 5 years
Starting Age: 5 years
Gender:
Female
Species:
Winged Wolf
Alliance:
Azrelia Pack, Alpha Female
Magic: (Nephthys and Tiamat)
- Summoning of water
- Expelling of spirits
- Telepathy
- Telekinesis
Appearance:
Neveah’s body, from the neck down, is slender with curves around the shoulders and hips, as a normal wolf, only on a slightly smaller scale. It is a body built for speed, flying, and low impact, not combat and fighting. Her bones are thin and hardly able to resist impact, easily broken, but lucky for her, fast to heal. Not, by any means, supernaturally fast, but rather, a touch faster than the average wolf. Her paws are, just like her body, small and dainty, looking fit to run over the top of water. This is, of course, impossible, but something about her and the way she walks gives that impression. In this aspect, she is clearly her father’s child, as he was the same way but with a more muscular build.
Sloping outward from her body is a circular head with a curved muzzle, black lips usually curved upward in a smile. Her whiskers are a tad longer than normal, which lends her somewhat of a feline appearance in that face, which is a bit ridiculous, but charming, in a way. The one thing marring this lovely face is a single scar, straight across the muzzle, that says she is not a stranger to fights, but the combination of lack of scarring elsewhere and brittle build suggests that she is not a friend to them either.
Her eyes are deep chocolate brown, tinged with happiness and guarded with mystery. Truth be told, while every one of Neveah’s emotions can be read in her eyes, she doesn’t even know herself what she’s feeling on occasion and it is on these times that her eyes appear cheery, but somehow blank at the same time, as if two spirits share the same body and are using the window of Neveah’s eyes to attempt to communicate with the outside world. The reality is that, while unaware of how exactly she feels, Neveah is naturally a happy wolf.
Building her frame are lithe, sinewy muscles that hardly pack a punch but allow for great strength in areas such as running and swimming. In fact, Neveah is quite the agile wolf, both in water and on land. She has her stealth about her as well, making her a good hunter of small prey but hardly any good, even in a pack, at hunting larger prey. The muscles of her heart are strong and well-built from a lifetime spent running for enjoyment, and are strong enough that one can see her heart beating like a drum from the outside. Some find it cute, most don’t care, Neveah finds it annoying.
Cloaking her body is a pelt of slightly long grey-blue fur. More often than not, water drops hang in her pelt, seeming crystalline from a distance, like dew on morning buds, from her frequent trips into the water. It glitters and sparkles magnificently, but brings out the wet-wolf smell and makes her unpleasant to brush up against. Still, hardly a wolf will see the day when Neveah stays out of the water.
Decorating the spots under her eyes are three paint-splashes of white, more splatter marks forming a direct line down her spine and down onto her legs, all the way down to her paws. Though they appear artificial, Neveah was born with these marks, and all they seem to do is break the monotony of single-colored fur.
Neveah’s wings, although she lacks magic herself, appear to have been influence by her mother’s earth magic. They have no feathers, no bones, well, in a sense. The entire structure is made of bone but the formation appears to have been one found in the earth, a pattern of what looks like five shards, pointing all in different directions, of rock on each wing hewn together to make one solid…something.
Personality:
Neveah is gentle, easygoing, and kind. It takes much to anger her loving spirit, and she has yet to meet a wolf she didn’t like. She sees others for the good inside them, instead of focusing on their flaws, and embraces them for who they are instead of trying to change them. She can be a bit too mothering at times, having only a desire to protect those she holds dear and keep them from harm’s way. To be honest, it just about tortures Neveah herself that she is so devoted to the wolves around her that she would give her life should the need arise, even if she was only protecting a mere acquaintance. Though, that is another thing about her. Even acquaintances, she acknowledges as if they were her friends.
This leads us to Neveah’s biggest flaw: trust. She is gullible to a fault. It doesn’t take much to get her to believe in anything, and there’s very little about herself she won’t tell you. She sees love and trust to be equal, and because she loves unconditionally, she trusts unconditionally, which, if she doesn’t pay more attention, will kill her one day. Manipulating this fae is far too easy.
Neveah is very protective of the ones she loves, providing for them at the expense of hefself and caring for them even when they do wrong. She has a never-ending, unfailing sorf of love that is impossible to lose, even when she's been hurt severely. She would never think of doing something to harm those she holds dear, or put them jeopardy. Her heart is amazingly large for her small body, but it is something to be admired for she is one of the best examples her wolves could follow.
History:
Aaliyah, a black wolf of Earth-related magic, was only looking for love. She didn’t want commitment yet, or pups or a family. But that was before Poseidon and the passion he threw her into, oh, the passion. He was a drug to her feeble body, something to fill the hollow spot in her chest that she didn’t even know existed. It was like living without a soul, not knowing what you were lacking, and then getting one. That was what falling in love with Poseidon felt like. He said he was a water god. Oh, heavens above, to her, he must have been. Only a god could be so great
Or so she thought.
All gifts have their price.
Poseidon left her there, on the beach. He stepped into the waters, took a step back, announcing he needed a hunt, and vanished. Just like that, the soul was sucked out of Aaliyah. It was all she’d had, now..nothing. There are nothing to fill the aching, bleeding gap in her chest that only the loss of a true love can create on the most brutal of occasions. Aaliyah always told herself that he had died—maybe met a bear or something—but she knew the truth. She followed his scent trail. She knew he’d abandoned her, but she couldn’t bring her heart to acknowledge the truth. The truth, it felt, would kill her.
On top of that was the birthing night. That night, the first two pups that were brought into the world with all the force Aaliyah had left in her body, were dead before swallowing their first breath. The next one, the last one, Aaliyah knew would be the same but prayed fervently that it would not, by some miracle. As she discovered, miracles do happen. The next pup was alive! Aaliyah named her Neveah, for the heaven on earth that her mother felt had been formed when she looked into her pup’s eyes.
The next unfortunate thing was the bleeding of Aaliyah’s teats when Neveah attempted to nurse. The first thing her child had tasted upon entry into the world was her mother’s blood. Great. She hoped that was no omen, picked up her pup, and travelled to the pack to plead for their mercy on her poor case. Mercy, they gave her, and allowed young Neveah to nurse from one of the older wolves who’d recently given birth to what would be her last litter. Aaliyah learned tips on how to raise pups from the elderly fae and all her experience. When asked, Aaliyah politely turned down the offer to join and retired back to her old life of living as a loner.
At this time, Neveah had grown exceptionally, but her name should have had the opposite meaning, for looking at her was hell for her mother. Every time she looked at her daughter, she saw his coloring, his build, his eyes. It had never occurred to her that any pup could be so much like one parent, and this, dear reader, was torture for the femme.
Despite this, Aaliyah tried her best to take care of her pup until she died of a broken heart. If Neveah knew her effect on her mother, she’d have blamed herself for the tragedy, but nonetheless, she turned towards the pack that had saved her when she was merely a young pup. There, she met a young golden wolf named Midas and fell in love with him instantly. But it was the same situation with her mother beginning all over again. However, Neveah was none the wiser and realized nothing. She had no idea of Midas’ game, or what he may do to her. All she saw were his beautiful eyes, luscious coat, and love. Love, love, love. It was stars blinding her vision till her whole world was lit up with him, only him, always him.
Then, one fateful day, Neveah was attacked by a bear. The fight with him was what gave her the scar on her muzzle, and the only reason she is alive is for the glimmering blue orb that overwhelmed the bear. Neveah lay there, panting, trying to process what she had just seen, but realized the bear might not have been finished off and made a dash for camp. It was there she confessed her need to join the Azrelia pack to learn more about herself, and there Midas promised her he’d show up to be with her one day.
She has had enough time to become Alpha, but in spite of that, waits for him still.