Name:: Delysia
Age: 200 (but looks like 21-22)
Gender:Female
Requested Rank: Warrior if thats okay
Pack: Venantium?
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: ~Joining keys have been removed.. blah blah blah. -Ze Evil Alphess
Summary: She is the light, the darkness and your worst fear. The never ending beauty appears to get stronger by the day. Two emeralds where here eyes should have been. Gentle until a reason is given her not to be.
A pure white fur and two beautiful green eyes. That's how she looks in her wolf form. She never thought of her wolf that its a different part of her. It was there, inside of her ,sharing their thoughts and feelings, their pain and joy. She never imaged her life without being a werewolf. What wolf form means for her? Liberty, peace, nothing bad at all.
200 years ago a new soul came on this world. Her parents, both great Elites, named her Delysia. A strange name at first but she got used to it. A pure blood not afraid to say what she is thinking grew up faster then she thought. Sadly, when she was 8, a horrible incident changed her. Her heart, her soul, her model in this life died. Her mother was now just a memory. Even so staying with her father wasn't the bad thing ever. She became someone. She isn't the kindest person that you ever met. But when you get to know her you see things different.
After few years her father died. She couldn't recover. She wasn't real useful. The pack decide to kick her out as her place was no longer there. Living as a loner for hundred years wasn't easy but she found a way to survive in this cruel world.
Example Post:
Piled upon the dew covered grass the crusty brown leaves whirled around in a circle like a small tornado sweeping the beautiful park, the mystifying colors of the sun shone onto the pile of leaves glistening brightly as the smell of the ocean breeze bitterly blew over her shoulders and neck, which gave her that tingling sensation everyone gets at the beginning of autumn.
The sound of someone stepping on leaves made her to turn her head. She took a deep breath. The air felt weird for her. But why?
When she turned all what she could see was an envelope. A male was keeping it really close to her. A smirk appeared on his face. News? Again? But if there weren't news, if something horrible was expressed in those words?
Are you going to take it or what?'' he asked pretty nervous. He seamed pretty hurried. Funny how his mood could change so fast. Hesitating a bit she finally took the envelope. The male nodded slowly before to leave. She was sure he had to give more worst news for others. Who knows?
Her index finger moved across the envelope. Then with a slow movement she opened it.
The nice writing was the feature of the bad news. They thought by just writing nice everything will change? The news were the same, no matter what. She used to say that a strong women wear their pain like they do stilettos, no matter how much it hurts, all you see is the beauty of it. Well in that moment she got to be a strong women.
Age: 200 (but looks like 21-22)
Gender:Female
Requested Rank: Warrior if thats okay
Pack: Venantium?
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: ~Joining keys have been removed.. blah blah blah. -Ze Evil Alphess
Summary: She is the light, the darkness and your worst fear. The never ending beauty appears to get stronger by the day. Two emeralds where here eyes should have been. Gentle until a reason is given her not to be.
A pure white fur and two beautiful green eyes. That's how she looks in her wolf form. She never thought of her wolf that its a different part of her. It was there, inside of her ,sharing their thoughts and feelings, their pain and joy. She never imaged her life without being a werewolf. What wolf form means for her? Liberty, peace, nothing bad at all.
200 years ago a new soul came on this world. Her parents, both great Elites, named her Delysia. A strange name at first but she got used to it. A pure blood not afraid to say what she is thinking grew up faster then she thought. Sadly, when she was 8, a horrible incident changed her. Her heart, her soul, her model in this life died. Her mother was now just a memory. Even so staying with her father wasn't the bad thing ever. She became someone. She isn't the kindest person that you ever met. But when you get to know her you see things different.
After few years her father died. She couldn't recover. She wasn't real useful. The pack decide to kick her out as her place was no longer there. Living as a loner for hundred years wasn't easy but she found a way to survive in this cruel world.
Example Post:
Piled upon the dew covered grass the crusty brown leaves whirled around in a circle like a small tornado sweeping the beautiful park, the mystifying colors of the sun shone onto the pile of leaves glistening brightly as the smell of the ocean breeze bitterly blew over her shoulders and neck, which gave her that tingling sensation everyone gets at the beginning of autumn.
The sound of someone stepping on leaves made her to turn her head. She took a deep breath. The air felt weird for her. But why?
When she turned all what she could see was an envelope. A male was keeping it really close to her. A smirk appeared on his face. News? Again? But if there weren't news, if something horrible was expressed in those words?
Are you going to take it or what?'' he asked pretty nervous. He seamed pretty hurried. Funny how his mood could change so fast. Hesitating a bit she finally took the envelope. The male nodded slowly before to leave. She was sure he had to give more worst news for others. Who knows?
Her index finger moved across the envelope. Then with a slow movement she opened it.
The nice writing was the feature of the bad news. They thought by just writing nice everything will change? The news were the same, no matter what. She used to say that a strong women wear their pain like they do stilettos, no matter how much it hurts, all you see is the beauty of it. Well in that moment she got to be a strong women.
Tue Mar 14, 2017 2:09 am by 
