Name: Laundi (Lawn-Dee)
Age: 123 - looks 20
Gender: Female
Requested Rank: Warrior
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Human Photo:
Tattoos:
Others:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: Joining keys have been removed for the fair joining of others in the future - Ze Evil Alphess
Human appearance: In her "mortal form" she wears her hair in a messy bun, if her hair is down a beanie usually covers half of it, when a beanie is not present a bandana is tied like a headband, for her messy bun she wears a black Bandana, pitch black with tinted blood stains on it, folded to the inside so mortals won't see. Her eyes are an amber. She stands at 5'8. Her figure slim and feminine. Combat boots and skinny jeans are worn almost everyday along with a short sleeved or tank top shirt. She has many tattoos. One full arm tattoo sleeve on the left and tattoos scattered here and there on her right arm. She has a fairly large chest tattoo. A large wolf tattoo centered on her back with the words, "How strange is it to be anything at all." underneath. A wolf with a cow skull underneath and feathers behind her right ear. Beautiful and feminine this girl often gets looks not necessarily bad ones but more confused her wicked, cruel personality, nothing like what her look portray. A sinister devil hidden behind a feminine mask. A tattoo along her shoulder blade, covered by her shirts, it resembles a demons eye looking out at a dead body surrounded by flame, she never returned from her other side without killing a mortal, sometimes even another werewolf, she could easily control herself while in the form, she can change whenever she please as a purebred. Though many years have passed since her first turning, she hasn't an idea how many. But looking the ripe age of twenty in her human form.
Wolf appearance:
Her wolf is rather large standing at 9 feet 7 inches, browns surround its body in an ocean of color. Different shades cover her features and muscles. Large teeth, blood stained and yellow, tipped ears and a bushy tail. She is powerful and well built, muscled yet quiet as a mouse. Her traits are heightened as she is in fact a purebred from her family of strict pure bred werewolves. A metal collar worn around her neck and the chain links make no sound as she runs from the speed she runs at, they haven't any chance to fall.
Summary:
On a dark night, the crickets silent and the only heard was the crackled of chains and finally a girl and for father. A sinister smirk along her crooked face. As they walked the child's eyes flashed from yellow back to hazel several times, the pack she came from was nothing but strength, devilish plots and red eyes-the kind you see in your nightmares when you wake from a sound and see them looking in or a crackle of a lead while walking through the forest only to see two eyes watching you and before you could they were staring you down while you lost conciseness, only this was than a nightmare, this was real life.
She got chained to a cement wall, chains on her wrists, ankles, her neck, stomach and finally it was time.
Her pack stayed a good hundred to two hundred feet from as her adolescent body began changing. This child had been born of pure bred blood lines, her mother and father unmistakably brother and sister to carry on the pure bred line. She was the only child of the her mother and father, the Alphas. The rest of the pack ,embers were just brought in, the pack quickly grew in numbers. She would be respected by all members or give them a reason to respect her. As every bone in her body snapped and cracked, menacing screams came from her strained vocals, staring at the moon her eyes changed only this time they weren't both red. Her right eye was yellow and her left eye an orange red color like that of lava. Now snarls and growls filled the moonlit area as she was finally her other half. The pack knew what her left eye meant, the same colored eyes her grandfather had, he was was the most powerful Alpha to ever rule over these lands and she had caught his genes, making this young one the strongest of her pack but she longed to find an alpha and a pack with similar traits of strength and agility.
The chains and the wall broke, crumbles of cement and chain links falling to the mortal earth. The shackles still hung on her wrists but the stomach and Ankle shackles busted open as she can blindly around. The collar that was placed around her neck stayed attached and has yet to fall off, leaving her with mortal and 'other' side with a metal collar and two chain links attacked to it that hang loosely and often clang against the collar when she runs. As the female werewolf broke free her pack members barked and howled but when they realized she was free, they fled. She snarled and raced through the forest, the smell of mortal blood filling her snout. A babysitter and a small child, around five. They were walking a path that cross through the forest for about five minutes before it let out onto a street. There were street lamps lining the path in the forest, so it wasn't completely dark. Her raging Body and fiery eyes sailed through the dense foliage like a small boat on a calm lake, with ease. Leaves crackled and trees snapped, she was determined to kill. Leaping from the tree line and onto the path she grabbed the baby sitter and within seconds her head was only hanging on by a few strings of skin, blood everywhere, forever staining the light colored path, dropping the body she heard a leaf crackle, her packs members came to bring her back. She didn't want to go back, leaving the babysitter behind she ran, grabbing the child, killing it on the way leaving her pack to tend to the bodies.
The girl raced and leapt from the woods again and onto a highway and onto a highway and out into a neutral territory. A cliff in the middle of it and down below more forest. Coming upon the edge she stopped, looking out at the moon a shrieking howl escaped her bloody jaws in a cloud of grey. She leapt off the cliff.
That girl now roams freely through towns, no one expecting anything as her eyes hanged back to normal when she changed back to 'normal'. Silent in school, no friends and now a graduate from high school, college was left behind and never acted upon. She changes and kill then leaving that town only to travel to a new one the same night. Money was never a problem, she was the perfect pick pocket. Now this girl longs for a new pack, a new home, a pack of strength and a twisted darkness.
That girl is me.
Example Post:
As the soft, cool wind blew through Laundi's crisp brown hair she kicked a can down the alley. A bandana across her head supporting loose hair from her messy bun. She walked through the alley, deserting the can behind a dumpster that a few rats had scrambled out of when she got closer, the wind now stopping and all was silent. Laundi needed money and so she headed to the local bar where she was often greeted with drunk men slapping her ass or trying to get her number. But she didn't mind, often shed seduce a man or even a woman and after she had them under her spell she'd pick pocket them, grabbing their wallet and blowing one last kiss before retreating off out the door into the darkness. This was a daily chore, she had money stocked up back in her hotel room but none in her pockets and she wanted a beer. Walking out of the alley a car almost hit her and she growled quietly before waving it off and walking toward the bar. Music was playing loudly and people were talking, she entered and as always a man was right on her asking her to go to the bathroom with him or for her number, denying each time she kept them chasing.
Two own bar stools next to a man twirling his orange drink, the ice cubs making soft sounds against the glass cup, his head hung low and it seemed he'd one too many drinks, but many drinks means Lots of money to waste, at least in Laundi's experience. People made a path for her as she pushed trough, knocking one man across a pool table and onto a drunk two kissing in a booth. Laundi ran her finger along the mans shoulder's before sitting on a stool on the other side of him. She leaned over and placed her hands around his upper arm and smirked, tugging him up he looked at his friends who whistled and clapped for him as she pulled him toward the bathroom. The bathroom stunk of old underwear and used condoms, though often the two were too drunk to even be able to put on a condom let alone consider one. On the sink lay a few used condoms and a broken mirror above. The sink dripped, it annoyed Laundi so she ripped the the handle off trying to turn it off, it was left on.
Now she had the man against the wall, using her nose and mouth to lift his shirt from the bottom, he held his hands up and looked down at her. She placed her hands behind him and grabbed the wallet from his back pocket before she slid, kissing his lips and sliding his wallet in her back pocket, covering it with the shirt she was wearing. Laundi then stared at the man and smirked before walking out and pursued her, his belt unlatched and the ends flailing around. Smirking the girl walked out of the bar, the man followed but she was already in the alley, running. Her combats boots smacking the pavement before the forest came into view, leaping up she growled and landed as her wolf form. Racing now quicker than any mortal could see, she was in the forest and soon to the other side of it and changed back quickly, walking up to her hotel room, bandana crooked on her head.
Age: 123 - looks 20
Gender: Female
Requested Rank: Warrior
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Human Photo:
Tattoos:
Others:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: Joining keys have been removed for the fair joining of others in the future - Ze Evil Alphess
Human appearance: In her "mortal form" she wears her hair in a messy bun, if her hair is down a beanie usually covers half of it, when a beanie is not present a bandana is tied like a headband, for her messy bun she wears a black Bandana, pitch black with tinted blood stains on it, folded to the inside so mortals won't see. Her eyes are an amber. She stands at 5'8. Her figure slim and feminine. Combat boots and skinny jeans are worn almost everyday along with a short sleeved or tank top shirt. She has many tattoos. One full arm tattoo sleeve on the left and tattoos scattered here and there on her right arm. She has a fairly large chest tattoo. A large wolf tattoo centered on her back with the words, "How strange is it to be anything at all." underneath. A wolf with a cow skull underneath and feathers behind her right ear. Beautiful and feminine this girl often gets looks not necessarily bad ones but more confused her wicked, cruel personality, nothing like what her look portray. A sinister devil hidden behind a feminine mask. A tattoo along her shoulder blade, covered by her shirts, it resembles a demons eye looking out at a dead body surrounded by flame, she never returned from her other side without killing a mortal, sometimes even another werewolf, she could easily control herself while in the form, she can change whenever she please as a purebred. Though many years have passed since her first turning, she hasn't an idea how many. But looking the ripe age of twenty in her human form.
Wolf appearance:
Her wolf is rather large standing at 9 feet 7 inches, browns surround its body in an ocean of color. Different shades cover her features and muscles. Large teeth, blood stained and yellow, tipped ears and a bushy tail. She is powerful and well built, muscled yet quiet as a mouse. Her traits are heightened as she is in fact a purebred from her family of strict pure bred werewolves. A metal collar worn around her neck and the chain links make no sound as she runs from the speed she runs at, they haven't any chance to fall.
Summary:
On a dark night, the crickets silent and the only heard was the crackled of chains and finally a girl and for father. A sinister smirk along her crooked face. As they walked the child's eyes flashed from yellow back to hazel several times, the pack she came from was nothing but strength, devilish plots and red eyes-the kind you see in your nightmares when you wake from a sound and see them looking in or a crackle of a lead while walking through the forest only to see two eyes watching you and before you could they were staring you down while you lost conciseness, only this was than a nightmare, this was real life.
She got chained to a cement wall, chains on her wrists, ankles, her neck, stomach and finally it was time.
Her pack stayed a good hundred to two hundred feet from as her adolescent body began changing. This child had been born of pure bred blood lines, her mother and father unmistakably brother and sister to carry on the pure bred line. She was the only child of the her mother and father, the Alphas. The rest of the pack ,embers were just brought in, the pack quickly grew in numbers. She would be respected by all members or give them a reason to respect her. As every bone in her body snapped and cracked, menacing screams came from her strained vocals, staring at the moon her eyes changed only this time they weren't both red. Her right eye was yellow and her left eye an orange red color like that of lava. Now snarls and growls filled the moonlit area as she was finally her other half. The pack knew what her left eye meant, the same colored eyes her grandfather had, he was was the most powerful Alpha to ever rule over these lands and she had caught his genes, making this young one the strongest of her pack but she longed to find an alpha and a pack with similar traits of strength and agility.
The chains and the wall broke, crumbles of cement and chain links falling to the mortal earth. The shackles still hung on her wrists but the stomach and Ankle shackles busted open as she can blindly around. The collar that was placed around her neck stayed attached and has yet to fall off, leaving her with mortal and 'other' side with a metal collar and two chain links attacked to it that hang loosely and often clang against the collar when she runs. As the female werewolf broke free her pack members barked and howled but when they realized she was free, they fled. She snarled and raced through the forest, the smell of mortal blood filling her snout. A babysitter and a small child, around five. They were walking a path that cross through the forest for about five minutes before it let out onto a street. There were street lamps lining the path in the forest, so it wasn't completely dark. Her raging Body and fiery eyes sailed through the dense foliage like a small boat on a calm lake, with ease. Leaves crackled and trees snapped, she was determined to kill. Leaping from the tree line and onto the path she grabbed the baby sitter and within seconds her head was only hanging on by a few strings of skin, blood everywhere, forever staining the light colored path, dropping the body she heard a leaf crackle, her packs members came to bring her back. She didn't want to go back, leaving the babysitter behind she ran, grabbing the child, killing it on the way leaving her pack to tend to the bodies.
The girl raced and leapt from the woods again and onto a highway and onto a highway and out into a neutral territory. A cliff in the middle of it and down below more forest. Coming upon the edge she stopped, looking out at the moon a shrieking howl escaped her bloody jaws in a cloud of grey. She leapt off the cliff.
That girl now roams freely through towns, no one expecting anything as her eyes hanged back to normal when she changed back to 'normal'. Silent in school, no friends and now a graduate from high school, college was left behind and never acted upon. She changes and kill then leaving that town only to travel to a new one the same night. Money was never a problem, she was the perfect pick pocket. Now this girl longs for a new pack, a new home, a pack of strength and a twisted darkness.
That girl is me.
Example Post:
As the soft, cool wind blew through Laundi's crisp brown hair she kicked a can down the alley. A bandana across her head supporting loose hair from her messy bun. She walked through the alley, deserting the can behind a dumpster that a few rats had scrambled out of when she got closer, the wind now stopping and all was silent. Laundi needed money and so she headed to the local bar where she was often greeted with drunk men slapping her ass or trying to get her number. But she didn't mind, often shed seduce a man or even a woman and after she had them under her spell she'd pick pocket them, grabbing their wallet and blowing one last kiss before retreating off out the door into the darkness. This was a daily chore, she had money stocked up back in her hotel room but none in her pockets and she wanted a beer. Walking out of the alley a car almost hit her and she growled quietly before waving it off and walking toward the bar. Music was playing loudly and people were talking, she entered and as always a man was right on her asking her to go to the bathroom with him or for her number, denying each time she kept them chasing.
Two own bar stools next to a man twirling his orange drink, the ice cubs making soft sounds against the glass cup, his head hung low and it seemed he'd one too many drinks, but many drinks means Lots of money to waste, at least in Laundi's experience. People made a path for her as she pushed trough, knocking one man across a pool table and onto a drunk two kissing in a booth. Laundi ran her finger along the mans shoulder's before sitting on a stool on the other side of him. She leaned over and placed her hands around his upper arm and smirked, tugging him up he looked at his friends who whistled and clapped for him as she pulled him toward the bathroom. The bathroom stunk of old underwear and used condoms, though often the two were too drunk to even be able to put on a condom let alone consider one. On the sink lay a few used condoms and a broken mirror above. The sink dripped, it annoyed Laundi so she ripped the the handle off trying to turn it off, it was left on.
Now she had the man against the wall, using her nose and mouth to lift his shirt from the bottom, he held his hands up and looked down at her. She placed her hands behind him and grabbed the wallet from his back pocket before she slid, kissing his lips and sliding his wallet in her back pocket, covering it with the shirt she was wearing. Laundi then stared at the man and smirked before walking out and pursued her, his belt unlatched and the ends flailing around. Smirking the girl walked out of the bar, the man followed but she was already in the alley, running. Her combats boots smacking the pavement before the forest came into view, leaping up she growled and landed as her wolf form. Racing now quicker than any mortal could see, she was in the forest and soon to the other side of it and changed back quickly, walking up to her hotel room, bandana crooked on her head.
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