Post by dragonsbane on Sept 26, 2013 22:01:00 GMT -8
• Full Name •: Pyre "Dragonsbane" Corvix
• Appearance •:
Pyre's coat is made of black silk, thick and soft. A vibrant red strip lies in a V on her muzzle; the base of the V merging with her nose and the splayed ends meeting her deep red eyes and tracing beneath them. Two blood red orbs sit in her skull, critically surveying her surroundings while hiding a gentle heart yearning for comfort. Her body is typically proportionate, with a narrow muzzle and long legs that meet with her small paws. She has a wide chest to serve her large lungs. Her tail hangs gently behind her, the end of her soft fur barely meeting the ground. As of recently, she had found a deep maroon stone that complimented her eyes nicely, wrapped in a twine of sorts created by a dragon. It hangs about her neck like a piece of jewelry, the depth of the color faintly swirling in a magickal way. In a twisted turn of events, the jist of this memory is that she's covered in fourth degree burn scars; her fur is no longer soft and elegant, rather, course ugly coal-colored stubble. On her muzzle is no longer a V, but two scarlet eye underlines remain.
• Personality •:
Pyre is a huge conflict within herself. She is both on a light and dark end of the personality spectrum. On one hand, she's a haunted wolf with a dark past. In a blind rage she's fit to commit mass genocide. On her darker days she's the silent wolf out in the distance, gazing in on what others call fun and criticizing every move you make. Her time is spent alone, plotting against those that have caused her pain and suffering. She's skeptical and wary of those who try to befriend her; she makes no friends and prefers to stay alone. But, deep inside her dark heart, is a soft and gentle wolf yearning to be comforted. There's a part of her that's happy, loving and trusting. On rare occasions you can find her bouncing around in the grass, pouncing on crickets and critters like a young pup. Her eyes brighten; her tail swings. She's hyper and playful, and loves to be in the company of the one (or few) she trusts. Despite all of this, she has a few strong traits. She's very loyal. She's quick-witted and good in battle. Her heart lets her sympathize with the young or wounded. When she loves she gives her all, while at the same time conserving herself so she doesn't get hurt. Pleasing others is in her agenda, when she's not busy snapping and trying to scare others off. Those who stick around eventually find a great friend in her.
• History •:
In mid-October, that was probably the stormiest. The she-wolf went into labor early, and collapsed in the middle of a field. It was pouring rain. She gave birth to three young pups prematurely. She was weak, and was able to raise them only until they were weaned. As she lay dying beneath a willow, only one of her pups stayed at her side as she passed through the night. Months before, the father was carried off by a dragon as he protected her mother. Young Pyre stayed and watched her still body, still in shock that her mother had died. After a few days her brothers guided her and protected her. During a large forest fire months later she was chased to the edge of a cliff. She did not know that she was the cause of the fire; in a fit of rage she growled sparks that caught on the dry grass. Her brothers had disappeared; she thought they might have burned in the fire. As the fire pushed her closer towards the edge her hind paws slipped. Just as she fell, she was grabbed and carried off. Looking upwards Pyre saw that it was not a dragon, but rather a large raven that set her down in the valley away from the fire. Since then, she's wandered the scorched land in search of her brothers or anyone she's known. As the forest grew anew with green, her trauma faded and her young heart grew more and more sheltered inside a darkened mind.
In the summer of year eight, she battled a dragon that ended up causing her not only fourth degree scar wounds that left her unconscious but a deep heavy hole in her heart; the dragon she had killed had contained her father's spirit.
• Daemon •
Her soul shadow is a rather large raven by the name of Rhavenous. His nickname by Pyre and later her mate is Rage. He takes on the persona of a sort of 'wise man' he guides Pyre and often sees all consequences that his wolf may not see in the long run.
• magickk •
• Element of Fire
Erupting from her paws are vibrant crimson flames, and similar fire trails down the nape of her neck.
• Shadow Melt
Can cast huge shadows that can be used as a shield; melts her body into the shadows.
• Venom
The venom that she spits is highly flamable, and very acidic when it touches skin; its highly corrosive.
• Healing
Possesses a weak healing abilty, enough to heal minor cuts, wounds, and so forth.
• Appearance •:
Pyre's coat is made of black silk, thick and soft. A vibrant red strip lies in a V on her muzzle; the base of the V merging with her nose and the splayed ends meeting her deep red eyes and tracing beneath them. Two blood red orbs sit in her skull, critically surveying her surroundings while hiding a gentle heart yearning for comfort. Her body is typically proportionate, with a narrow muzzle and long legs that meet with her small paws. She has a wide chest to serve her large lungs. Her tail hangs gently behind her, the end of her soft fur barely meeting the ground. As of recently, she had found a deep maroon stone that complimented her eyes nicely, wrapped in a twine of sorts created by a dragon. It hangs about her neck like a piece of jewelry, the depth of the color faintly swirling in a magickal way. In a twisted turn of events, the jist of this memory is that she's covered in fourth degree burn scars; her fur is no longer soft and elegant, rather, course ugly coal-colored stubble. On her muzzle is no longer a V, but two scarlet eye underlines remain.
• Personality •:
Pyre is a huge conflict within herself. She is both on a light and dark end of the personality spectrum. On one hand, she's a haunted wolf with a dark past. In a blind rage she's fit to commit mass genocide. On her darker days she's the silent wolf out in the distance, gazing in on what others call fun and criticizing every move you make. Her time is spent alone, plotting against those that have caused her pain and suffering. She's skeptical and wary of those who try to befriend her; she makes no friends and prefers to stay alone. But, deep inside her dark heart, is a soft and gentle wolf yearning to be comforted. There's a part of her that's happy, loving and trusting. On rare occasions you can find her bouncing around in the grass, pouncing on crickets and critters like a young pup. Her eyes brighten; her tail swings. She's hyper and playful, and loves to be in the company of the one (or few) she trusts. Despite all of this, she has a few strong traits. She's very loyal. She's quick-witted and good in battle. Her heart lets her sympathize with the young or wounded. When she loves she gives her all, while at the same time conserving herself so she doesn't get hurt. Pleasing others is in her agenda, when she's not busy snapping and trying to scare others off. Those who stick around eventually find a great friend in her.
• History •:
In mid-October, that was probably the stormiest. The she-wolf went into labor early, and collapsed in the middle of a field. It was pouring rain. She gave birth to three young pups prematurely. She was weak, and was able to raise them only until they were weaned. As she lay dying beneath a willow, only one of her pups stayed at her side as she passed through the night. Months before, the father was carried off by a dragon as he protected her mother. Young Pyre stayed and watched her still body, still in shock that her mother had died. After a few days her brothers guided her and protected her. During a large forest fire months later she was chased to the edge of a cliff. She did not know that she was the cause of the fire; in a fit of rage she growled sparks that caught on the dry grass. Her brothers had disappeared; she thought they might have burned in the fire. As the fire pushed her closer towards the edge her hind paws slipped. Just as she fell, she was grabbed and carried off. Looking upwards Pyre saw that it was not a dragon, but rather a large raven that set her down in the valley away from the fire. Since then, she's wandered the scorched land in search of her brothers or anyone she's known. As the forest grew anew with green, her trauma faded and her young heart grew more and more sheltered inside a darkened mind.
In the summer of year eight, she battled a dragon that ended up causing her not only fourth degree scar wounds that left her unconscious but a deep heavy hole in her heart; the dragon she had killed had contained her father's spirit.
• Daemon •
Her soul shadow is a rather large raven by the name of Rhavenous. His nickname by Pyre and later her mate is Rage. He takes on the persona of a sort of 'wise man' he guides Pyre and often sees all consequences that his wolf may not see in the long run.
• magickk •
• Element of Fire
Erupting from her paws are vibrant crimson flames, and similar fire trails down the nape of her neck.
• Shadow Melt
Can cast huge shadows that can be used as a shield; melts her body into the shadows.
• Venom
The venom that she spits is highly flamable, and very acidic when it touches skin; its highly corrosive.
• Healing
Possesses a weak healing abilty, enough to heal minor cuts, wounds, and so forth.
