Post by Jaienyx on Nov 13, 2014 23:13:07 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Jaienyx. [Jae for short if anybody prefers]
Years RPing: I believe it has been about four/five years.
Other: N/A.
How You Found Us: Rita supplied me with the link once upon a time and I decided to give it a click. (:
General
Name: Jaienyx. [Jay-n-xssssss] I honestly have no idea how to try and write out how the name is supposed to be pronounced. xD Basically you hold that s-sound, like a snake.
Birthday: December 13th, 2010.
Gender: Female.
Species: Gray Wolf. [Subspecies: Hudson Bay Wolf]
Physical
Height: 34 inches.
Length: 52 inches.
Weight: 128 pounds.
Coat Color: Golden brown.
Eye Color: Dark brown.
Health Issues: None.
Other Information: None.
Mental
Mental Stability: Sane.
History:
From the moment she opened her eyes, all she knew was the world of the northwestern coast of the Hudson Bay inhabited by wolves. She breathed in their air. She stretched out her fragile limbs on their land. She fluttered delicate eyelids, and then fuzzy, misshapen images, for the first time, took form and revealed the probing and judgemental eyes of a mother and father that did not love each other. It was needless to say that they did not, in turn, fail to love their beautiful daughter - a reflection of their feelings for one another, or rather, the lack thereof - because in truth there was little that they could have possibly valued more. They did not love each other because they had never been given the chance, not because they were incapable of experiencing the emotion in all of its innocent, revered existence. They had been paired. It had been nothing more than a “match made in heaven”, destined for a result that thrived with beauty and cunning combined. Their beloved daughter, Jaienyx so she was to be called, had not been a disappointment. If anything her living, breathing self was proof to the onlookers, the disbelievers, that pairing could work. It could make their kind genetically . . . perfect. Unflawed. It could create a reality for the next generation of their small pack’s warriors and hunters that this petty thing called true love could only accomplish in the form of dreams.
There was plenty that should have been hard growing up, knowing that she was the result of one of the pack’s first pairings, and that her parents could only look into each other’s eyes with mild tolerance - sharing nothing in common other than Jaienyx. However, she often times found herself enjoying the life that she led. When her pack-mates looked at her, they saw a success story. They saw someone that represented what their pack wanted to achieve in full. She did not seem burdened by her parents. It did not seem as though it mattered to her that they had never been in love. She was meant to be an example for the rest. The individual did not need love to create life; life did not need love to thrive. Whenever she looked at her mother or her father, she felt nothing more heart-warming than an acceptance for the duty that they had upheld. They had been mature about the pairing, and now they were no longer obligated to continue sharing such intimacy. She could only hope that, one day, she would be lucky enough to have pups of her own without being expected to prolong a relationship with the male counterpart.
Under the influence of such a way of living, it made sense that her young mind was tainted by the belief that a female held more worth. She had always been closer with her mother, and having to listen to the way that she spoke of her partner - Jaienyx’s father - so dispassionately allowed for Jaienyx to learn, and to understand, that a female did not need a male for anything other than his seed when the time came for her to desire children of her own. Love, in her mind, became nothing more complex than a blemish on the face of plentiful a wolf. The males in the pack that were within the limitations of her age group never made her heart skip a beat, or her tongue tie itself into knots until the point that her words were unintelligible. Frankly, she found that she looked upon them with an element of repulsion inscribed within the downward pull of her lip. Of course, a she-wolf of such standing - beautiful, intelligent, and in all appearance wholesomely kind - was never anything but proper and polite when in the presence of a male. She could think that they were equivalent to the dirt beneath her paws as long as she kept those very thoughts to herself. Outwardly, if she smiled, or even laughed from time to time, she would be able to satisfy their simple minds and refrain from making any unwanted enemies. She was growing up to be quite the conniving catch, but who was to know when nothing mattered more to her pack than the mere fact that her face had turned out okay all thanks to the Alpha’s brilliant pairing?
She had been with her pack, based on the principle that love was to be frowned upon, for the whole two years of her life that she had thus far lived. This meant, despite the reluctance that she felt all the way to her core, that she was expected to partake in a pairing of her own with the coming mating season. Her match was deemed to be none other than the handsome and charming Xavier, to whom, perhaps in a different life, she could have brought herself to be mildly attracted to had she not been raised the way that she had. They would, together, create a lovely litter. The pack voiced aloud their approval, leaving her disgust to be drowned out by the sound of joyous praise. Jaienyx ended up taking her true feelings to the Alpha himself, hoping that she would be able to discourage him, convincing him that she did not have to take on a pairing this season. However, as was expected, he would not hear anything that she had to say on the matter. This only proved to heighten her disdain for the male gender. She would not be forced into mating with perverse filth like Xavier if she did not possess the inclination. She would sooner take her leave, abandoning her mother, her duty to the pairing, to spite the Alpha that she hated and, more importantly, make it clear that she would not be required to share an intimate connection, a moment that spoke of supposed love, when no part of her believed in the word.
Despite her expectations, she did not feel as though the life of a loner lessened her any more than her former pack had. She had been foolish to think that a male could understand that he had no right to tell her when she was to mate. She would sooner find herself a female leader, though she knew that she would have no problem settling comfortably - respectfully for the hell of it - into another pack that was commanded by a male so long as his pack lived with slightly different rules. She could be anybody’s perfect princess, just like she had been back in her own pack. Her time, however, was seemingly meant to be cut short. A human, something of legend in her pack, a child’s story when she had been young, had knocked her out with some kind of sharp dart. The last thing she remembered was the feeling of his oddly shaped fingers roughly pulling her body before she woke up later on, much later on from the looks of it, in the remains of a badly broken mechanism on the shore of an unknown land (a plane). She counted her blessings, realizing her luck at being alive. This time she did not plan on allowing herself to be taken advantage of as had been the plan when she was meant to pair with Xavier. This place, she hoped, would be a fresh start. She would never fall in love, and she was taking that mindset with her to a place where such a mentality would, perhaps, be a touch more foreign.
Personality:
She is stubborn, in that nobody will ever prove capable of convincing her that there is a point behind falling in love. No male will ever be charming enough, no face pretty enough, to make her readily adhere to the possibility that she could ever hold someone else in high regard. There is no chance of her ever changing her mind. She firmly believes what she believes, supporting the basic fundamentals of her former pack despite no longer wishing to be of service to them. This belief is coupled with the idea that males are and will forever be lesser to their female counterpart. In her mind, they are good for nothing more than the seed that they can provide to females who desire a litter. Even though her repulsion is intense, she is surprisingly poised when in the presence of a male. Where she comes from, she was revered as a gift, a beautiful success story that proved that pairing could work - that it could replace love. Because of the image that she had, and the standing that she was expected to uphold proudly, she knows how to plaster a delightful smile onto her face if it means avoiding unnecessary confrontation and, at times, getting whatever it is she could possibly find herself needing from a male in the near or distant future.
Although she can do this, and she can do this well, the fact that it, more often than not, fails to be a display of genuine kindness marks this she-wolf as a carrier of a deceptive trait. Her charisma is incredibly misleading. She takes pride in her silver-tongue, and in her ability to weave in and out of trouble with expertly conjured word choice. She makes for marvelous conversation when, of course, she feels like it. She carries herself with a regality that is unfitted to an individual who lacks any true authority, sometimes even doing so in a manner so utterly discreet that it would slip by unnoticed, paying no such offense to a true holder of sovereignty. All in all, she is manipulative and worthwhile paying extra attention to.
Something that she holds incredibly dear to her heart is, in fact, her appearance. She spent her whole life being told that she was beautiful; she cannot help but believe it to be true. To make a statement that referred to her as anything less than truly “easy on the eyes” would make for a serious blow to her pride, though whether she would actually show it is a different story entirely. Jaienyx is elegant to the point that her momentum is borderline ghostly. Her steps are nothing short of precise. She would sooner be caught dead than be seen acting carelessly. A lot of her image is built around the idea of being sharp, articulate, and meticulous. Alongside all of these lady-like qualities, however, is a deep sense of callousness. Jaienyx is among the most insensitive wolves out there. She is unsympathetic; in her own way, immune to emotional pain and trauma, therefore finding it difficult to counsel those that find themselves burdened by something so pathetic. She will always listen, as is the polite thing to do, but there will never be a trace of empathy shining through in her unresponsive eyes.
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