Name: Lavi of the Wind
Title: West Wolf of the Wind
Age: 713 years old (looks like 29)
Birthday: December the first
Gender: Human - Female and Werewolf - Male
Category: (Citizen?) Pet
Appearance Description:
For Dark (Wolf form)
* Chocolate brown eyes
* Looks down as if defeated but is secretly still rebellious.
* Her fur grey/black runs untamed on her body.
* Grayish skin color.
For Light (Human form)
* Chocolate brown eyes
* May look sad or happy depending on what is on her mind.
* Her fiery brownish hair reaches to the middle of her back though collected in a pony tail.
* She no longer knows if she is pale or that is scars from punishments.
Personality Description:
For Dark
* Forced loyalty.
* Hidden rebellious nature.
* Hatred for Dark and everything he stands for.
For Light
* Loyalty out of love.
* Protective.
* Love everything about him.
Powers: Werewolf
Her powers are quite interesting, when she shift her shape into a werewolf her gender is also shifted to the opposite.
As a wolf species she has strong nose and ear senses to match a canines.
Her strength is enhanced to the point where she can crush a human or lift a regular car.
Immortality
She can be killed by either crushing her heart, brain or sever her head from the body however diseases, poisons and other toxic substances have no effect on Lavi. At some point she even stopped aging.
Biography: She was born to the Wind clan, strong in the wolf she was destined to grow into their protector, this was a great honor of her pack. She got to hunt with the adults as one aspect of her training though hunting is an instinct in all that is wolf, knowing the borders of their territory and patrolling for protection was not.
The wolf had a generation long war with the unholy, the undead or more specifically the vampires. One day when the Wolf was hunting they where ambushed by vampires, to many to count and while they got a fair amount of kills the Wolf finally succumbed to the inevitable death. She didn't keep track on for how many days she had lied on the battlefield bleeding and crying but when she finally got enough strength she dragged her body to the Wolf's ground where she was utterly destroyed by what she saw. Everyone, from the youngest pup to the elders where massacred.
According to the Wolf's tradition she should bury the bodies, howl once for every grave and spend as many days as there where new graves mourning and she wasn't allowed to eat until after. This was a tradition of strength and she honored it, the west Wolf of the Wind carried her pack with her, growing so much stronger. On the day after the mourning she hunted, feasted and regained her strength, the strength of the pack. FOR THE WOLF!
The west wolf of the Wind left the territory with the pack in the heart, in the soul. She traveled the world and saw the most beautiful of animals, plants and landscapes, however she also saw humanity's darkest hour, she saw old men tormenting a boy. She was not a Vampire and as such she needed to rescue the boy or she would stoop the their levels. She killed every one of them swiftly, this she had seen Vampires do but she wasn't like them, she hadn't done it because of a petty reason, she had done it to save the boy. The boy had been blindfolded and tied, in this case this was good because she would have scared the already scared boy crazy.
She offered the boy the world, backtracking to show him what she had seen before loosing faith in humanity and the boy was as stunned as she had been. One night she overheard the boy who where sleep talking about Vampire subjects and ruling the city as the vampire lord he was. All of her attention where now focused on the sleeping boy with furious eyes and stretching her fingers as she got ready to kill him, she let her growls come and go as they pleased.
The Vampire Lord or Dark as Lavi would come to call him pinned her to the wall and looked at her, sniffing her, she was a dog, a pet and she should act like it. The vampire would start easy and beat the crap out of Lavi whenever she wouldn't sit, after awhile she couldn't take it anymore and sat but then Dark collapsed and Lavi would get ready to kill him when he woke up and spoke Lavi's name and said that he had a nightmare with a tear in his eyes, Lavi was defeated as she heard the words she lost all will to kill him.
The next time Black's dark side came he would discipline and educate Lavi to truly become his pet but this time Lavi let it happen as she wanted to be by black's side to be there for Black's gentle side which she would call Light, whenever that one came out.
Additional Information:
Title: West Wolf of the Wind
Age: 713 years old (looks like 29)
Birthday: December the first
Gender: Human - Female and Werewolf - Male
Category: (Citizen?) Pet
Appearance Description:
For Dark (Wolf form)
* Chocolate brown eyes
* Looks down as if defeated but is secretly still rebellious.
* Her fur grey/black runs untamed on her body.
* Grayish skin color.
For Light (Human form)
* Chocolate brown eyes
* May look sad or happy depending on what is on her mind.
* Her fiery brownish hair reaches to the middle of her back though collected in a pony tail.
* She no longer knows if she is pale or that is scars from punishments.
Personality Description:
For Dark
* Forced loyalty.
* Hidden rebellious nature.
* Hatred for Dark and everything he stands for.
For Light
* Loyalty out of love.
* Protective.
* Love everything about him.
Powers: Werewolf
Her powers are quite interesting, when she shift her shape into a werewolf her gender is also shifted to the opposite.
As a wolf species she has strong nose and ear senses to match a canines.
Her strength is enhanced to the point where she can crush a human or lift a regular car.
Immortality
She can be killed by either crushing her heart, brain or sever her head from the body however diseases, poisons and other toxic substances have no effect on Lavi. At some point she even stopped aging.
Biography: She was born to the Wind clan, strong in the wolf she was destined to grow into their protector, this was a great honor of her pack. She got to hunt with the adults as one aspect of her training though hunting is an instinct in all that is wolf, knowing the borders of their territory and patrolling for protection was not.
The wolf had a generation long war with the unholy, the undead or more specifically the vampires. One day when the Wolf was hunting they where ambushed by vampires, to many to count and while they got a fair amount of kills the Wolf finally succumbed to the inevitable death. She didn't keep track on for how many days she had lied on the battlefield bleeding and crying but when she finally got enough strength she dragged her body to the Wolf's ground where she was utterly destroyed by what she saw. Everyone, from the youngest pup to the elders where massacred.
According to the Wolf's tradition she should bury the bodies, howl once for every grave and spend as many days as there where new graves mourning and she wasn't allowed to eat until after. This was a tradition of strength and she honored it, the west Wolf of the Wind carried her pack with her, growing so much stronger. On the day after the mourning she hunted, feasted and regained her strength, the strength of the pack. FOR THE WOLF!
The west wolf of the Wind left the territory with the pack in the heart, in the soul. She traveled the world and saw the most beautiful of animals, plants and landscapes, however she also saw humanity's darkest hour, she saw old men tormenting a boy. She was not a Vampire and as such she needed to rescue the boy or she would stoop the their levels. She killed every one of them swiftly, this she had seen Vampires do but she wasn't like them, she hadn't done it because of a petty reason, she had done it to save the boy. The boy had been blindfolded and tied, in this case this was good because she would have scared the already scared boy crazy.
She offered the boy the world, backtracking to show him what she had seen before loosing faith in humanity and the boy was as stunned as she had been. One night she overheard the boy who where sleep talking about Vampire subjects and ruling the city as the vampire lord he was. All of her attention where now focused on the sleeping boy with furious eyes and stretching her fingers as she got ready to kill him, she let her growls come and go as they pleased.
The Vampire Lord or Dark as Lavi would come to call him pinned her to the wall and looked at her, sniffing her, she was a dog, a pet and she should act like it. The vampire would start easy and beat the crap out of Lavi whenever she wouldn't sit, after awhile she couldn't take it anymore and sat but then Dark collapsed and Lavi would get ready to kill him when he woke up and spoke Lavi's name and said that he had a nightmare with a tear in his eyes, Lavi was defeated as she heard the words she lost all will to kill him.
The next time Black's dark side came he would discipline and educate Lavi to truly become his pet but this time Lavi let it happen as she wanted to be by black's side to be there for Black's gentle side which she would call Light, whenever that one came out.
Additional Information:
