Post by Asphyxia on Jan 17, 2011 20:25:21 GMT -5
"I am the ocean, I am the sea. There is a world inside of me.
There is a Hell, believe me, I've seen it.
There is a Heaven.
Let's keep it a secret."
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Name: Accalia.
Age: Nearly four winters.
Gender: Female.
Pack: Vecka.
Rank: Alpha female.
Other: She's a bit sadistic.
Short personality description: Unstable, paranoid and painfully alone.
A Quick Glance in the Mirror||
Looks/Attributes: For a relentless killer and a schizophrenic, Accalia is quite attractive. She's of average build and size, yet her body contains much more muscle than it does fat. If you look at her dead-on, she won't seem too aggressive or strong, but size isn't everything; get into a fight with Accalia, and there's a good chance that you'll regret it. (Considering she has voices in her heads giving her directions.)
Accalia has a pretty pelt of black fur, which can be called "so black that it's nearly blue." Her coat is tinged with steely gray and what seems to be white fur. It's nearly always clean and well-kept, as she takes great pride in her appearance. Accalia's eyes are a sweet, kind-looking shade of amber; they always sparkle with some unknown force, or emotion, or something, others aren't too sure what.
Accalia's gait is slightly choppy, usually a little fast. She gets extremely edgy when others are behind her; she may just wheel around out of fear and give her follower a slight nip. Accalia's voice is sweet, however, it can change to dark and angry in an instant.
Height: 32 inches.
Weight: 128 pounds.
Eyes: Amber.
Pelt: Black, tinged with a white-ish gray.
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Personality:
+ ; For a wolf like Accalia, a personality must be straight-forward; blunt and obvious. However, that is a common misconception. Most wolves believe that a wolf like Accalia has one side--sadistic. But that is untrue; there is not only one facet on a diamond that sparkles in the light. This goes the same for Accalia; she has several facets like the diamond. She has her crust, polite yet slightly offensive; her first layer, relaxed and playful; her second layer, where paranoia sets in; and her third layer, where the walls finally cave; and finally her core, dead and empty.
+the polite yet slightly offensive crust ; When one first meet Accalia, it is a surprise to see that she is old fashioned. She has manners and respect for those in her pack, but at the same time the respect can seem like a mockery. She has a confidence about herself that can seem offensive at times; she plays with the mind and likes to see what makes you tick. But that the same time being charming and incredibly polite. When she meets you she judges you, but the outcome of the judging is rarely shared. She watches your movements, your vocal patterns, and pays close attention to your entrance. If you stumble and fall into her, she judges that you're clumsy and foolish. In time you could outgrow that foolish image, but that is for her to decide.
+the relaxed and playful layer ; The next layer of Accalia's personality is relaxed, and playful. This transition is quick; she easily will accept you or blockade you. Accalia may also jump back and forth between her crust and her first layer. You will find that Accalia is more of a relaxed wolf at this point. She acts like she would if she wasn't so mentally sick. You can see that Accalia adores males, and seducing them. She is playful, and especially enjoys children as she feels they are innocent in the matters of the world.
+the paranoia sets in ; The transitions to the final layers are slow, mainly because it unravels the web of lies she has created. At this stage, one would realize that Accalia is insane, most likely due to the traumatic experiences as a young wolf. She is very paranoid and is convinced that someone will eventually kill her. She can often be seen glancing over her shoulder, wary of those behind her. Only if you had reached this stage you would realize that Accalia's past is what causes the paranoia. She fears that some wolf who's children she has slaughtered will come and attack her. That's a lot of wolves that she has to worry about.
+then the walls cave ; In this final layer, Accalia is a translucent wolf. You can see right through the polite and offensive wolf you first met, and realize she is just scared and alone. Her secrets come flying out of her mouth at this time. This layer is difficult to reach, for the average wolf at least. By this point in time she would reveal to you the source of her occasional cannibalism and sadistic tendencies and come to trust you deeply.
+the dead and empty core ; Celebrate, you have reach the core of her personality. It rarely happens now-a-days. Her heart has been abused, that is plain to see, and she feels it is dead. All the sympathy and devotion has been washed away, leaving the empty heart. However, that is untrue; she merely is in denial. If she could find someone, someone she could care forever about, Accalia would realize that her heart isn't empty. It has merely been locked away in a place she cannot see.
Likes:
- Killing.
xx.Accalia was starving. She had been pursuing the rabbit for quite some time, and it was still always a few steps ahead of her. Then...she smiled. Her heart was racing wildly, and her adrenaline was flowing nearly out of control. This was her calling, her love. The rabbit was running frantically attempting to dodge the wolf's advances. It never came close. With amazing speed, Accalia pounced upon the small creature. Her paws dug into the snowy ground, and her jaws clamped down on the rabbit's frail, thin neck. Accalia felt a satisfying snap, and the sweet nectar of blood danced across her tongue. As Accalia skidded slightly across the fluffy white snow, blood from the rabbit's torn neck flowed onto the ground, staining the pure snow.
It was beautiful.- Gore(Blood and guts, if you will.)
xx. Accalia spent a moment admiring the blood on the ground. It was sorta pretty, come to think of it. She then proceeded to drop the now-limp rabbit onto the snow. Holding the carcass down with her left front paw, she used her other front paw to rip down the rabbit's soft, fleshy belly. Blood instantly poured out of the two flaps of skin that previously covered the ribcage. The pearly white of the ribcage was vaguely detectable through the leftover blood. And the smell that began to taint the air...it was a dirty, game-y, bloody smell that Accalia just went wild for. She observed the rabbit's internal organs, before calmly bending down, and eating his heart. The soft, lean muscle simply exploded in her mouth, just putting her hunger more on edge for what was to come.- Males/mating season.
xx. Accalia sighed with pure pleasure. "That was wonderful," she said, her breathing still ragged. The male smiled, exposing his slightly yellowing teeth. "I know," he said, his tone simply reeking of a slightly annoying, selfish boast. The male, his sides shaking slightly from the exhilaration and experience, lay down. Accalia, a little slower in her movements, lay next to him, still panting. She was unconsciously whining from desire and hormones. With a mischievous grin, the male nipped Accalia on the side of her muzzle. She giggled, and started roughhousing with him.
Both bodies fell with desire.
Dislikes:
- Water.
xx. "Mommy, daddy, come quick! Tarus is drowning!" Accalia said, her tone laced with fear. Her brother, Tarus, was paddling helplessly in the stream. The stream that had been on her territory for so long, the stream that had seen so harmless, was going to potentially take a life for itself. Tarus, meanwhile, was whimpering and making a feeble attempt to keep his head over the water's surface. He was fading, fast. Courux and Skyla came running, but it was too late. Tarus had disappeared under the surface, with an unsettling "glulg." Courux, without a thought, hurled himself into the stream. He dove and dove, yet Tarus' small body seemed to be gone. After a minute that seemed like an hour, Courux saw the small figure wash up onto the sand about twenty yards downstream. He leaped out of the water, and him and his family sprinted to the site of the body. Tarus showed no signs of life. Skyla nudged her pup carefully with a paw...but she got no response.- The voices.
xx. "Take the blood, and paint the cave with it."
Accalia breathed out quickly, her exhale sounding like a hiss. "Shut up...," she grumbled, jerking her head back and forth, as if to shake the voices out of her mind. She was alone; her parents were away, and this was after Tarus' death.
"Come on, Accalia. We're one; I know what's best for us. Go, the cave a few hundred yards from here. Follow your nose." Accalia submitted, and listened to the voice. She was unconsciously led to a cave, where a young pup, a few moons younger than her, was cowering in the corner, as if she had expected something.
"Now kill it," the voice told her ruthlessly.- Her family.
xx. "You fool. You ignorant, retarded throwback. If it wasn't for you, Tarus would still be alive. If it wasn't for you, maybe our family would be normal, you reject."
The harsh words siphoned out of her father, and her mother stood by his side, nodding at particular points in his rant. "Your father's right. You ungrateful little monster, just get out of our sight."
Accalia, merely a winter old, cringed. She ran out of her parent's cave, confused, and helplessly alone.
Strengths:
- Her speed.
xx. She ran.
Fast.
The wind whipped Accalia's fur back, and her eyes watered with the speed that she was moving. She easily dodged the trees and brush that got in her way. She wasn't running to hunt, nor was she running to keep up with a pack member. She was running simply to run.
And she loved it.- Manipulation.
xx. "Come on, Dile. No one will care," Accalia said lightly, her amber eyes peering into his shiny blue ones. Dile, a tramp; an unwanted vagabond, just stood there, holding his ground. "I don't know, Accalia. Your pack would care," he mumbled, not holding her gaze anymore. Accalia laughed softly. "I'm the alpha; they don't have squat over me. Come on, Dile, it'll be fun," she said, her tone now suddenly seductive. Dile looked up, and ran his eyes over Accalia's body, which was now simply radiating beauty. "Alright...I suppose it'll be fine," he said, still doubtful. However, he followed her into a dark, musty cave.- Keeping a good pack mentality.
xx. "Accalia, we have no food! We're going to starve, and be damned eternally to live under the earth!" A chorus of agreements, barks, whimpers, and other noises rose up. Accalia sighed deeply, and howled loudly, her call piercing the blanket of complaints.
"Hush, everyone. We'll be okay. We simply need to hunt more avidly then we have been lately. Don't worry; no one worry."
She said, keeping her tone even and calm. The pack breathed a collective sigh of relief; if the alpha was confident that they would be okay, it must be true.
Weaknesses:
- Her emotions.
xx. "But, Dile, must you really leave?" The male walked out of the cave with a certain glisten in his eye...was it regret? Accalia sighed, and regained her footing. "Dile, you don't have to leave...stay here, you can join the pack...everything will be okay," she mumbled, although her words were useless. Dile was already gone; he was off on the wings of the wind. Accalia's heart dropped, and she ran feverishly out of the cave. "Dile, Dile!" she screamed, yet her lover was nowhere to be found.
Frantically, Accalia ran over to a tall-ish rock, one that was nearly a boulder. With a cry of desperation, Accalia opened her maw, and screamed out a howl full of sadness and pain.- Cannibalism.
xx. "Hello, sweetheart," Accalia said, peering down at the helpless pup. Accalia was at least three winters now, and the pup was merely two moons. Accalia was quite surprised that its parents had left it alone. But Accalia's mouth was watering, and if she saw the right wolf, then she wouldn't stop thinking about how it might feel in her stomach, rather cowering below her in the cave. Accalia grinned fiendishly.
"Go, my dear. Kill it. Savor the taste." For once, Accalia agreed with the voice in her head.- Judgmental.
Accalia peered down at the three wolves from her perch. She was standing upon a large boulder, and she was about to pass judgment on three wolves inquiring to join the pack. She personally didn't like them; they were always whispering to one another. However, Accalia's fellow pack mates were encouraging her to let them join. They claimed that the trio were phenomenal hunters. "Don't do it, Accalia." A voice echoed inside of her head. Accalia growled sharply, and jerked her head downwards, as if to dislodge whatever kept whispering to her. She wasn't going to listen to her voice this time; she was going to listen to her pack mates. "I believe that you three are qui--" Accalia was abruptly cut off as one of the three turned to the wolf next to him, and whispered something into his ear. Accalia lost it. "Get off of my territory, and don't ever let me find you here again!" She screeched.
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History:
xx. "Wanna play a game?"
Accalia's shrill, feminine voice easily conquered the sounds of the forest. The birds around her, safe in their trees, stopped chirping. The trees stopped rustling. Even the clear, crisp stream that was situated a few hundred yards away from Accalia seemed to cease flowing.
"I asked, wanna play a game?" Accalia insisted. The sleek, yet small, black-pelted wolf was sitting at the base of an old, proud oak tree, peering up at a timid little bluebird.
"Excuse me? How can I trust you? You're a hunter. If I were you, I'd scurry on home before your parents miss you," the bluebird said bravely. He knew, so long as the young wolf was on the ground, that she could not harm him in his perch.
Although Accalia was merely eight moons old, she was overly capable of being cunning. The small wolf reared back onto her hind legs and placed her front paws onto the oak's trunk. Her round, innocent eyes were sparkling with the natural mischief of a youngster, and her ears were pointed forward in a friendly manner. Her bushy, large tail was wagging eagerly back and forth, to and fro. Everything about her screamed innocence.
"I promise, sir, I'd never hurt you!" Accalia said solemnly.
The bluebird sighed softly, then fluttered down from his perch, onto the snow in front of Accalia.
"Very well...I cannot deny the face of a young one. My name is Kiul," he said.
"I'm Accalia! It's nice to meet you, sir," she said graciously.
xx. The two of them spent minutes, perhaps hours playing an unknown game. Accalia would run at the bird and capture him between her paws. It was assumed the bird lost, and Accalia would release him only to have him be captured again. Laughter filled the air as she leapt through the snow, clasping her paws around the blue bird. She landed with the bird caged beneath massive paws. I'll take his blood, and paint myself. Accalia thought, inwardly giggling. The bird's little bursts of laughter could be heard, muffled slightly through the paws. "Alright, you win, Accalia," He said through laughter. More giggling sounded in Accalia's mind, and she moved her paws to pin the bird by its wings.
xx. "W-what are you doing?" The bird spoke in a shrill voice, evidently frightened by her recent actions. Accalia giggled sadistically, and let her teeth gently rake across his body, quite simply, toying with him. "Accili--"
He was cut off by her teeth. They plunged into his feathery chest. The white splotch soon became red, as did her teeth. He squirmed, and she gave him a stern, almost motherly, look. Oh, be still, you know it's the end. He continued to moved, twisting his body in futile attempts to get away. She bit hard and tore off a piece of his chest, revealing the pearly white rib cage. The bird would die of loss of blood soon. "Y-you prom-promised." He choked out before finally lying still. She bit into his body again, tearing at the meal she knew wouldn't last.
"Promises are made to be broken."
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Meet the Family||
Sire: Courux. {Unknown whereabouts.}
Dam: Skyla. {Ran away, unknown whereabouts.}
Siblings: Tarus. {Deceased.}
Other relations: N/A.
The Creator||
Name: Ash.
Age: I'm 14.
Other characters: Required.
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