Post by Veritas De Mort on May 12, 2010 19:39:30 GMT -5
Name: Veritas De Mort
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Alliance: Western Alliance
Appearance: Long, dark hair, usually pulled back by an elaborate comb. She is very pale, and has a silverish gleam to her scarred and torn skin. A white tattoo glows on her forehead, an intricate design of her family of one. Silver eyes, glittering with light, pale lips. Very skinny from living on her own most of her life.
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Personality: Veritas is not one to mess with. She's a very dark person. Being a werewolf, the changes at full moon are complete torture. She tears herself apart, biting and ripping herself up when she cannot hunt humans. She's learned to be strong this way. She's learned that you can't trust anyone but yourself, and sometimes, you can't even trust that much.
Weapons: White bow, and dark black arrows.
Powers/Abilities: The intricate light on her forehead glows with power, and she is sure to never miss her shot. The results are great for food, but fatal for Veritas's body. It's like being punched in the gut. The light takes energy away from Veritas.
History: Veritas De Mort (Truth of Death) Was born in Omaria, but left on the streets to die. She never met her parents, nor anyone related to her. All she knew of her history was that a hunter by the name of Romulus took her in. He raised her and taught her all he knew. They lived on the fringes of the city, and Veritas liked it there. Away from society, only near Romulus, her best friend.
But one night, it all went wrong.
She was ten years of age, when Romulus entered the house in the dead of night, saying they were in trouble. He said that he had angered a man after fighting over food. And he had learned later that day, the man was a werewolf. Romulus said that he and Veritas would have to leave their home, and that's what they did. But as the ran out of the house, they heard the growling. The terrible snarling noise of being found. Romulus told Veritas to run, and she never saw the closest thing she had to a father again.
Veritas kept running, but the girl stumbled, and the wolf was upon her too. It bit down har on her leg, and through her into the air. And Veritas couldn't move her leg. The pain was too great, her limb was on fire and it was spreading, her vision fading. From her point on the ground, she grasped for the white bow Romulus had told her to carry, and shot the beast in the heart. As it died, she passed out.
Days passed, and Veritas looked for Romulus. No hope, and finally, she assumed him dead. The next full moon, Veritas felt so ill, she couldn't hunt for herself. She stumbled around the home that was now hers, and collapsed on the floor as the last rays of sunshine faded. Waking up at dawn, she saw the scars, the blood, and the ruined home. And that's when she figured it out.
She was a wolf.
Veritas learned her lesson then. She tried telling people about being an orphan werewolf, but was ridiculed and mocked, and people were disgusted by her. Veritas left the home she grew up in, knowing it held too many memories. She grew up by herself, away from the world. She lived in pain and suffering, sometimes stealing and killing for food, clothes, and shelter. She hardened into a killer, a murderur, and a true wolf.
Pets: N/A
Occupation: Hunter for Omaria, and she only has this job, because she has not spoken of her condition to anyone.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Alliance: Western Alliance
Appearance: Long, dark hair, usually pulled back by an elaborate comb. She is very pale, and has a silverish gleam to her scarred and torn skin. A white tattoo glows on her forehead, an intricate design of her family of one. Silver eyes, glittering with light, pale lips. Very skinny from living on her own most of her life.
i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj70/lil_unlucky13/anime%20girls/wallpaper_mario_wibisono_04_1440-1.jpg
Personality: Veritas is not one to mess with. She's a very dark person. Being a werewolf, the changes at full moon are complete torture. She tears herself apart, biting and ripping herself up when she cannot hunt humans. She's learned to be strong this way. She's learned that you can't trust anyone but yourself, and sometimes, you can't even trust that much.
Weapons: White bow, and dark black arrows.
Powers/Abilities: The intricate light on her forehead glows with power, and she is sure to never miss her shot. The results are great for food, but fatal for Veritas's body. It's like being punched in the gut. The light takes energy away from Veritas.
History: Veritas De Mort (Truth of Death) Was born in Omaria, but left on the streets to die. She never met her parents, nor anyone related to her. All she knew of her history was that a hunter by the name of Romulus took her in. He raised her and taught her all he knew. They lived on the fringes of the city, and Veritas liked it there. Away from society, only near Romulus, her best friend.
But one night, it all went wrong.
She was ten years of age, when Romulus entered the house in the dead of night, saying they were in trouble. He said that he had angered a man after fighting over food. And he had learned later that day, the man was a werewolf. Romulus said that he and Veritas would have to leave their home, and that's what they did. But as the ran out of the house, they heard the growling. The terrible snarling noise of being found. Romulus told Veritas to run, and she never saw the closest thing she had to a father again.
Veritas kept running, but the girl stumbled, and the wolf was upon her too. It bit down har on her leg, and through her into the air. And Veritas couldn't move her leg. The pain was too great, her limb was on fire and it was spreading, her vision fading. From her point on the ground, she grasped for the white bow Romulus had told her to carry, and shot the beast in the heart. As it died, she passed out.
Days passed, and Veritas looked for Romulus. No hope, and finally, she assumed him dead. The next full moon, Veritas felt so ill, she couldn't hunt for herself. She stumbled around the home that was now hers, and collapsed on the floor as the last rays of sunshine faded. Waking up at dawn, she saw the scars, the blood, and the ruined home. And that's when she figured it out.
She was a wolf.
Veritas learned her lesson then. She tried telling people about being an orphan werewolf, but was ridiculed and mocked, and people were disgusted by her. Veritas left the home she grew up in, knowing it held too many memories. She grew up by herself, away from the world. She lived in pain and suffering, sometimes stealing and killing for food, clothes, and shelter. She hardened into a killer, a murderur, and a true wolf.
Pets: N/A
Occupation: Hunter for Omaria, and she only has this job, because she has not spoken of her condition to anyone.