[Kenai Peninsula x Mexican x Arctic] Lilith

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OOC
Name: Sage
Years RPing: 12+ years
Other: <3
How You Found Us: Magic

General
Name: Lilith
Origin: (Hebrew) :: "monster of the night" :: Lilith was the first wife of the first man, found in ancient Jewish lore. She refused to submit to her husband, declaring that they were equals. She was promptly banished from paradise and turned into a female demon. Lilith is regarded as a feminist hero.
Birthday: March 1, 2015
Gender: Female
Species: Kenai Peninsula (dominant) × Mexican × Arctic Wolf

Physical
Height: 55 inches
Length: 90 inches
Weight: 240 pounds

Coat Color: Her pelt is a mix of white and brown, with markings of black and fiery russet. Of her litter mates, Lilith looks most like their mother, Datura. Her façade is decorated with shades of brown and auburn, speckled ebony and traces of ivory on her muzzle. The fur along her neck is thicker and shaggy, a relic of the Mexican wolf genes inherited from her maternal ancestors.
Eye Color:  Heterochromia iridis: Her left eye is an icy blue shade, mirroring her sire’s, while the right is the same warm, earthy hue as her mother’s piercing orbs.
Health Issues: None.
Other Information: Daughter of Goliath, Lilith has inherited her proud family’s increased size, along with the rampant mental illness that consumes so many of her relatives’ minds. In spite of her gender, the female is a massive beast, fearsome and wild, physically larger than most wolves outside of her gene pool. The majority of her equals are indeed her numerous siblings, and thanks to her father’s position and power, Lilith will have many brothers and sisters.

Mental
Mental Stability: Certifiably insane.
History: Lilith and her five siblings were born into a life some would dream of, but to most, it is a nightmare come to life. Lilith is the daughter of the first alpha of Kairos, Goliath, and his loyal companion Datura, the pack’s Matriarch. They are Goliath’s first litter, a blessing from the great wolf Fenrir himself, the deity of Goliath’s youth. How else could such a powerful litter be explained, if not divine inspiration?

In the beginning, there were Belial and Ahri. Belial was a monster, both in size and personality. Ahri was a diminutive female he claimed for his own, forcing a litter upon the fae. Neither parent was sane. Of the four pups conceived from rape, there was one pup that stood out: Goliath. As a pup, he was a giant, and he grew quickly into a strong wolf. Belial aspired to be great, and so Ferus was created. Belial was a god in the eyes of his son, and Ferus seemed unstoppable, ruling Ina’mos.  The gods did not spare Ferus, however – slowly, the pack began to wither away, before they were finally slaughtered by enemies. Goliath had escaped with his life, determined to create a new life for himself on Anikira. While others packs withered away and disbanded, an idea was forming in Goliath’s demented mind: A new pack, built on the ideals of power and domination. The world belonged to those willing and able to take it. He sought to conquer Anikira with the most fearsome brutes imaginable.

Before Kairos, before the followers and the faithful, came Datura. The Mexican she-wolf came from humble beginnings, born to a feral pack of escaped zoo inmates that roamed the African coast, barely surviving. She was the largest of her large litter. Each of her siblings wasted away in less than a year, starving to death while Datura took her share (and then some). Humans were the biggest problem the ragtag wanderers faced. While separated from her clan, the humans set a trap – poisoned meat, too tempting for the wolves to resist. Datura discovered them all, eyes wide in agony and bodies stiff, rigamortis already setting in.  At first, Datura was scared, horrified by the sight of her dead pack. She feared a life spent alone and hungry. Life had been difficult, even with a pack to hunt with, but without, her prospects were bleak until the ocean carried her to a foreign shore – a new place, an island claimed by her own kind. While Datura was large for her breed, on Anikira, she was small. Very quickly, she would learn to forget about the relatives she had found massacred, turning off that part of herself that felt trauma.

The first wolf she encountered on Anikira would forever alter her future: an enormous brute called Goliath. Her tiny body and sharp tongue appealed to the male. Resisting Goliath proved futile – she was his now. With Goliath came opportunity, and Datura pledged her loyalty to the wolf that had taken her autonomy. The price was well worth it to Datura. Without Goliath, she was nothing. By his side, she would be more – more than she had ever imagined. The mother of giants and legends, influential and proud.

Datura was at her beloved’s side when he reclaimed Ina’mos, where Ferus had once ruled. Kairos soon became infamous as ruthless pack, intent on claiming land and resources to support their growing numbers. As the mating season commenced, the necessity became more apparent. Lilith’s litter is the first of many born to the females of Kairos, bringing with them the promise of nightmares and legends, of the bloody crusades of their sire.

Personality: Is it nature or nurture that breeds a monster? The infamous family this Amazon warrior belongs to is not affectionate or warm. Born into a legacy of violence and dominance, Lilith is the last of an unusually large litter consisting mostly of brothers. As a pup, there was always something a little... off about Lilith. Even from a young age, Lilith was not like the other little girls. The differences between the large puppy and her feminine peers were evident from the start. Lilith was twice the size of most of the other female pups. Lilith was not sweet or shy.  She had no interest in the pursuit of joining the pack's hunting party someday like all the others.  She is what some would call a tomboy, possessing many traits typically associated with brutes: strong-willed, dominant, energetic and fierce.

She will grow to equal her largest brothers, due to genetics and a voracious appetite. She learned quickly how to use her oversized physique to her advantage. As a child, she is a bully to smaller pups before realizing it was not as fun to pick on the ones who could not fight back. Her weaker playmates were a waste of energy and skill when they could not attempt to defend themselves. She found that she had more in common with the boys than her own gender – physically, mentally, she felt like one of them. Her morbid interests extend far beyond what is normal or acceptable for a female, but Lilith is not a wolf destined for motherhood or submission. She is an unwilling participant in world dominated by the opposite sex. Lilith aspires to be a famed warrior, as strong and as powerful as her regal sire, with quiet encouragement from her mother. Datura wants to see her youngest daughter grow up to be unstoppable – a bigger, better version of herself, the self Datura could never be, even if it defies her beloved alpha’s vision for what a warrior should be.

Lilith is ambitious in spite of her father’s views. She pushes herself hard – she has to stand out, to prove herself not only to her father, but to the wolves and the packs of Anikira. If they do not believe in her abilities, then Lilith will make them believe. Still existing in the shadow of her brothers, the mammoth female will stop at nothing to be accepted as a warrior. In spite of the challenges, Lilith’s loyalty to her father is unwavering. She will follow Goliath, living for Kairos until her final breath.  She loves to watch her father fight, and is an eager student, following him around when she is able to.

Brute strength and authority are gifts from mighty Fenrir Wolf, who bestows his glories upon those deemed worthy by the lupine god – and Lilith knows that Fenrir’s gifts are not exclusively the domain of brutes, that the great wolf bestowed his glories upon certain females along with the strongest male warriors. With no discernible sense of guilt or shame, Lilith is very proud of her heritage, her prowess on the battlefield.  If she is to be defeated in battle, she will meet a brave death. She will never be taken lying down. She would rather die than beg for mercy. To be perceived as weak is the greatest insult. Her sharp, analytical mind is nearly as frightening as her enormity. She has a knack for strategy. Lilith is more than a pawn and mindless killer – she is tactical, analyzing her opponent before throwing herself into the heat of the battle. In battle, she behaves as if she is invincible… and she believes she is. Once she is in the fray, she is a wolf possessed, fearless frenzy. Oh, how she savors the sweet tang of lupine blood and flesh upon her tongue.  She will taste the meat of her enemies just to prove that she is the best, to humiliate the foes of Kairos even in death, and to send a terrifying message to others who stand in her way.

Surrounded by madness and influenced by the most feared pack on Anikira’s shores, is it any wonder that madness lurks in the dark chasms of her psyche? She has no outlet for emotions – but she does not feel them as most do. She has no use for most emotions. Lilith upholds her own personal honor – not exactly by the moral code, and not necessarily fair to others. The brutish fae seems incapable of remorse, never expressing regret for any of her gory deeds. Her temper is explosive and memory long. Once she is wronged, Lilith will never forget.

Lilith’s closest companions, aside from the attention she demands of her parents, are her litter mates – though she will not get along with each of them as they grow and change. In addition to her full-blooded siblings, as her mother’s influence within the pack grows, Lilith will be raised alongside the pups of other females. Her brothers, her friends, are also her greatest competition.  The female grasps the reality of an ever-expanding family and pack: it is hard to shine radiantly in a sky full of stars. Lilith intends to burn the brightest.

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