Post by Abaddon on Feb 21, 2016 18:50:08 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Rose
Years RPing: Nearly four years.
Other: I love animals, particularly horses, and have six cats...
How You Found Us: Trilogy referred me.
General
Name: Abaddon
Birthday: 20/03/2016
Gender: Female
Species: Artic X Grey X Red
Physical
Height: 24 Inches
Length: 44 Inches
Weight: 68 lbs
Coat Color: Grey, tan and white.
Eye Color: Seaform Green.
Health Issues: None.
Other Information: None.
Mental
Mental Stability: Insane
History: Whilst her father, Arche, had been born upon the same land as she, her mother, Harlot had travelled to Anikira from an island close by. They had both different stories to tell. Arche knew of friendship and loss whilst Harlot growing in a family and learning to branch off on her own. Like it does for so many, fate twisted their lives together and together they themselves created life. Four to be exact. Two females and two males. Of the four, Abaddon was the runt, the smallest of her litter. Perhaps one would consider her the weakest, though that would be a mistake. Though she was destined to be smaller than her father but taller than her mother, her size would make no difference to how well she would survive in the world she had been born into. Given what fate had in store for her, that would be a very good thing indeed.
Personality: Every creature that walks the face of the earth is a product or their past, of their upbringing and the persons that walk the path with them. Abaddon is no exception to this rule. Perhaps if things had played out differently, if she had had different guardians, then maybe she herself would have turned out some other way. Pondering upon such is no good though for she is what she is and nothing will change that fact. When children are born, they have no moral compass, no idea of right and wrong. It is up to the parents and guardians to show them. In this Abaddon has a compass unlike those of others, making her capable of actions and thoughts that would be otherwise abhorous. Her soul is dark and tainted, stained by all she has been witness to and done herself. Though to Abaddon, this is not necessarily a negative thing.
The little she-wolfs mind is as twisted as her soul, filled with black humour and topped with a bad attitude. It's hard to know whether her aggressive tendancies and cruel ways are a result of what she has been taught or something that would have happened naturally, either way, they are intricate parts to her behaviour. Abaddon is not without emotion, rather that certain emotions have yet to be brought to the surface. The face that she turns to the world is as often blank as it is brooding or turned up in a wicked smile. Though what she feels is merely a shadow of love, something along those lines is what she feels for the two females that did most of her raising, what little of it there was. Her devotion to the ones that took her is obsessive and unreasonable, the loyalty and lengths she would go for them completely unhealthy. Even with all her issues, Abaddon is intelligent and has learned to use the world to her advantage. Sometimes she can even see the beauty in it, though perhaps not in the places others would see them.
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