Post by Hemlock on Jan 10, 2016 2:11:23 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Trilogy
Years RPing: Lost Track
Other: Hemlock will be using Mathias's character slot. (Will be purchasing an upgrade to extinct when possible)
How You Found Us: --
General
Name: Hemlock
Birthday: May 3rd, 2012
Gender: Female
Species: Dire Wolf
Physical
Height: 47 inches
Length: 66 inches
Weight: 194 pounds
Coat Color: Brown, grey, black, white, and red
Eye Color: Silver
Health Issues: ---
Other Information: ---
Mental
Mental Stability: Insane
History:
It all started in the middle of a storm. The wind raged and the rain assaulted the rocks at the edge of a powerful waterfall that still did not manage to drown out the sound of the natural disaster. Sure, it was nothing more than an intense, horrifying thunderstorm, but to the tiny bundles of life huddled in the darkness of a tiny cave hidden within the rocks, it was just as terrifying as a hurricane. The ground that they laid upon flooded slowly, forcing them further back into the crevice that their mother had chosen as their birthing place. Blind and helpless, four pups huddled beneath their mother with eyes and ears still tightly closed. There was no real hope for them from the very beginning. Their mother was obsessive, but there was something even more disturbing about her.
From the beginning of her life, she had been different. Her own mother had not been around, or at least not often, and had hated the lives she had given birth to. But Hemlock's mother was not about to let her time alone with her siblings go to waste. While her mother was away, at the young age of 7 months, she killed her first sibling. The little female had gone unnamed and unwanted, and she did not want to put up with her whining any longer. But the disturbing behavior did not stop there. She devoured her sister, much to the dismay of her brothers, who would follow their dead sister within a few months time. Throughout her entire life, up until she gave birth to Hemlock and her siblings, the female killed and ate any creature she came across and was capable of taking down. She took pleasure in the death of others, the taste of their blood on her tongue, the screams of pain and agony.
That love of pain, of death, was passed on to her children. Well, onto one in particular. It took all of her mother's ability to keep Hemlock separated from her siblings, and even now, in the darkness of the wet cave, the tiny newborn had pinned her sister down head first into the water. Although the tiny pup did not know exactly what she was doing, her sister died that day. Distracted by pulling the two males out of the water and to safety, Hemlock's mother had no idea that the little angry female had killed her sister. When morning arrived, she discovered the dead pup, floating lifelessly in the pool of water that had gathered in the majority of the cave.
Even as a tiny and helpless pup, Hemlock somehow managed to survive the wrath that was her mother at her discovery. The tiny pup squealed and struggled as her other knocked her around, but the punishment was not destined to last long. However, the process would repeat multiple times over the course of Hemlock's puphood. By the time Hemlock was a year old, she had maimed or killed all of her remaining siblings. Her last remaining brother, was blinded by her cruelty, a horrible 'accident' that had led to her poisoning him and taking away his sight forever. Eventually, Hemlock even took the life of her mother. The sad excuse for a creature was no match for the now fully grown pup as the fight began.
Hemlock struck hard and struck fast. She was in and out before her mother even knew what hit her. But the old female was a fighter and was not about to go down easily. She fought back hard, leaving Hemlock with scars and marks all over her face, ears, and body. In the end, though, the screaming pains of death was all that Hemlock could hear and the blood that filled her mouth made her dizzy. The world went red and in front of her blinded brother, she devoured the still dying body of her mother. Then she left. Somehow her mother had managed to keep the monster of a daughter hidden from all of the island of Anikira, but she would not be a mystery any longer. She struck out on her own, killing each and every tiny creature she possibly could. It was not uncommon for her to play with her food, and eventually she began to kill just for the sake of killing. She learned how to heal and she studied each and every creature she could get her paws on, only for the purpose of learning how to destroy the body and the soul that it contained. Poisons were her pleasures, and by the time she reached two years old, she had become a bit of an expert at using plants and other things at her disposal to kill others, or worse.
Personality:
The best way to describe a monster like Hemlock is dark and sinister. It is her joy in life to destroy the happiness, pleasure, and life of others. Not only does she worm her way into the hearts of others through manipulation - a skill that she works to hone and improve each and every day - but she makes it her goal to tear them apart from the inside out. If that does not work, then she turns to tearing them apart from the outside instead. Because of her dire lineage, her fangs are slightly larger than those of the normal species of wolf, and she uses them to her advantage often. But her strength and skill is not all that she has at her disposal. She has a passion for poison, like her name suggests. In fact, the name she carries is one that she gave herself, for the christening that her mother had given her was far too weak and pathetic for her to even bother remembering.
Although the female can be calm and collected to a surprising extent, there are times when she loses her cool. The large female can fly off the handle without a single warning, and the world will turn red as she rages on each and every thing around her like the storm she was born into. But there is a limit, and though she often goes on until she physically exhausts herself, it only takes a few minutes before she knows what she is doing. In fact, she often continues her raging for the sheer joy of it. Once she gets started, she has no desire to control herself or stop the destruction of her teeth and her poisons. There is no going back from anything she does, and when she starts something, she jumps right in. With the all or nothing mindset she has carried with her all her life comes a stubbornness and an innate need to be right and in control. Perhaps that is why her preferred method of destruction is poisons.
Image:
(Luna from Dawnthieves - Olderdissen)
