[Eastern Timber] Odara Aug 27, 2015 17:18:24 GMT -5
Post by Odara on Aug 27, 2015 17:18:24 GMT -5
Years RPing: Around 5 years or so
Other: This will be my muse revival and Evie will be purchasing her silver eyes for me c:
How You Found Us: From stalking
Birthday: April 2, 2013
Species: Eastern Timber Wolf
Height: 29 inches
Length: 48 inches
Weight: 100 pounds
Coat Color: Tan, brown, and black with red points
Eye Color: Silver (to be purchased)
Health Issues: None
Other Information: She is slightly sensitive to sunlight due to her past
Mental Stability: Slightly Insane
History: Odara was a relatively normal femme up until the moment she was kidnapped from her natal pack and birth parents. She had been born on Anikira, in a litter of five pups, three males and two females. The pack was a fairly large one and was thriving, up until a mysterious disease began to disband them and take them one by one. Her siblings and herself included seemed to be immune to the diseases and had managed to survive the worst of it. It wasn’t until there were only about six or seven healthy adults left standing that Odara had been taken. It was a cold and dreary winter night. The wind had been howling and the air was so cold it felt like you could barely breathe. Odara could only faintly recall the happenings of that night. The massacre had been quick and effortless for the strangers but it was essentially what had sparked the slight insanity in the young pup. She could clearly define the color of the blood strewn across the snow, a memory that remains firmly planted in the back of her mind. Perhaps that is why she has such a huge fascination with torture and chaos, but one would never know for sure. Perhaps she was always doomed to be a sick individual. Regardless, that night was the night of her new life. She and her younger sister were taken because they were females and were seen as vessels to support new life. Of course they were far too young to bare pups but they would be useful in due time. She and her sister were kept underground and treated as slaves. Odara learned to be submissive to avoid any abuse, her sister however was not as smart. There were many times where Odara witnessed the beatings, and part of her enjoyed it. It was intriguing to her which wasn’t exactly a normal reaction to be expected. There were many occasions where her sister had begged her, crying out for her help but the cries had fallen on deaf ears. Eventually Odara was praised for her obedience- but not without sacrifice. She had been ordered to murder her last living sibling, and had done it swiftly and with little to no remorse. Even as her dead sister lay at her paws bleeding out before her she did not react. She stood with her head cocked, watching the blood spill from her lifeless body and completely enthralled by it.
After her first act of obedience Odara came into heat for the first time. It was a very confusing time for the female, one where she was not aware of the changes to her body. Her “owner” had assured her that it was normal while he panted heavily on the nape of her neck. She could see that he wanted her, could hear it in the huskiness of his vocals. But for some reason he resisted, though she was not sure why. He continued to explain that it was “too soon” and that she had to be in the peak of her heat in order to conceive, whatever that meant. Odara craved affection, and attention. It wasn’t long before she grew bored with her owner and wanted more. It took a lot of determination and curiosity to get her to make her way above ground. There were many instances where she considered turning back and actually did, but some minuscule part of her brain told her to keep going. That she deserved more. More then her slave driver. That voice was what made her continue, and although it was pitch black she could see perfectly. She followed the worn tracks in the dirt until they led her to the entrance of the underground caverns. Her first steps above ground were extremely painful. The sun beat down on her and her pupils were not accustomed to the brightness, causing her to yelp in pain and dart off in any general direction that her paws would lead her. She continued to run until she stopped, panting heavily and keeping her eyes sealed shut. Hesitantly she opened them and continued to stare down at the ground, which was the first time she noticed grass. She watched it as it waved in the air and took an inhale of the sea breeze around her. Little did she know but she was on the outskirts of Ina’mos. She could not tolerate the sunlight for long and took off in the direction of shade, though she wanted to put a decent amount of distance between herself and her owner. Odara vowed to herself to never speak of her past and instead focus on her future. It was while she was miles away from her captivity that she rested for the first time. She laid panting on the coral reefs, her stunning silver optics watching the fish dart beneath the surface. It was a very curious thing for the female, and it was then that she ran into her first Kairos member, Sabaoth.
Personality: Odara is considered the quiet speculative type. In most situations she is known to keep to herself but however when she does choose to speak to another it is with witty and often honest remarks. There are times where she can come off as rough around the edges simply because she lacks the emotion that most other wolves have. The rare times that Odara does feel emotion is when she yearns acceptance of some kind. She loves attention even though she hardly lets it be known and she craves the acceptance of others. She will not fight for the spotlight however and prefers to remain secluded from others. Along with this Odara has the tendency of noticing things she probably shouldn’t notice. It seems that Odara is a book of secrets, almost knowing what makes everyone tick. But she does not speak of this to others, she prefers to keep others dirty secrets in her back pocket for her own advantage in case she should ever need it. Odara does however have an absolutely filthy mind. On the outside she is a relatively submissive female but on the inside she replays different scenarios of other wolves in corruption, torture, and chaos. This could be seen as a slight mishap in her brain but it is something she does to pass the time. Blood intrigues the female and she loves the color, scent, and taste of it. Seeing it on others or even picturing it on others is enticing to her and definitely turns her crank. One would never guess that such a quiet individual could be so dirty beneath the surface but that is exactly how Odara is. Part of her yearns for a specific relationship, one filled with pain and torture because those are the kinds of things she loves but she has never made the move to make it happen; or better yet found the right individual to explore such a thing with. After seeing her sister experience abuse it had sparked something in Odara, much like a trigger. It was fascinating to her and became something that she wanted, even it was far from normal. Because Odara had been a slave she knows no other relationship and often looks for a similar one, one where she is mostly submissive.