Name: Violet Brink
Age: 170
Gender: Female
Requested Rank: Warrior
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: Joining keys have be-... You know the rest. ~Ze Evil Alphess
Summary: In 1843, two people fell in love and had a little baby girl named Violet Brink. Named after her grandmother Viola. Violets story starts when she was born in Tokyo. Her parents weren't ready for a child especially one that was a pureblood wereling. Jewel and Adam Brink put Violet in foster care the day she got released from the hospital. In foster care she had two friends named Daisy and Fawn. They got put in foster care because their parents couldn't afford to raise them. Fawn got adopted when she turned four. Many other children got adopted, but Violet and Daisy weren't. Violet first changed when she was 13. She couldn't control herself and she killed Daisy when they were walking back to foster care. She lived in foster care till she was fifteen. Violet felt lonely, like no one wanted her. The only way to express herself was through music. She got transferred to the United States. She was a transfer student in Ottawa, Illinois. It took her two years to speak fluent english. She met a girl named Lana who asked Violet questions about her life. Lana was a wereling too. She taught Violet everything about their kind. Violet was very young and she was quite confused. Lana taught her the techniques on being a werewolf. Always accepting herself as one, just like Lana told her to do. Every time Violet messed up on controlling her strength, Lana told her that she has to look into her inner self. Violet had to close her eyes and calm herself down. Relaxing every inch of muscle she had, she breathed in and then out. Her skills on fight wasn't the best, but she did master the basics the best she can. When she thought she would mess up on giving everyone what they wanted, since she was an outcast no one cared for her.
Her foster care parents didn't pay too much attention to her, since they lived with ten other kids in the one house they lived in. The house was huge, maybe three stories. Lana accepted Violet, since she pays the piano and Violet played the guitar. Sometimes they would joke around and play random notes together. But after a while, Violet thought she should have her own room, so she moved into her own. Having a hard life and escaping into the world of music, was Violet's fantasy. She played a song Lana introduced, named 'Remembering Sunday' by All Time Low. She hummed the words and strummed the notes. Her fingers played over the strings, like it was her job. If Violet had a choice to play all day long, she would. But living in a house, came consequences. Going to school, doing chores, and running to stores for her foster parents. Violet, didnt know they were her foster parents until Lana brought up the subject about her arriving the first day. Lana was four when Vi arrived, so they grew up with each other ever since.
When she was eighteen, so she moved on with herself to a college in California named Juilliard. She learned to be a actor, but not advancing to the big leagues. She sang for well number of people. Maybe five-hundred, but that's just the college number. She hasn't chosen what she wants in life, she likes the element of surprise. Her life plans were what the life of music will drawn to herself. Her acting career wasn't advancing, but her music was. She made tapes for some people, but never actually played it out in public. Her werewolf life was in the background, never actually stood out like others. She hasn't ran into any others, but she's keeping contact were her friend Lana. She met this boy named Shain. He was a flute player, so they played together for the foster care. She moved to New Orleans with him and opened a music store on the corner of Boulevard. Violet said she would promise to visit. Lana tried to convince her to go out with Shain's best friend and Violet wasn't feeling getting into a relationship. Living at Juilliard for about 20 years. She wanted to focus on her music career, but then trouble interrupted her.
One night on the way back to her dorm in Juilliard, this man drew a knife into her thigh. Crying in pain, she wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Her eyes were rolling all over the place. The man yanked out the knife, drawing it into her thigh again. Her voice quivered as she whispered for help. The male was asking about werewolves. Her ears continued to listen, but denied everything the man had said. Her gripped her neck, choking her to death. Her eyes were focusing on the man's face, but it was hidden with a gray hood and a black mask over his face. So she couldn't get a good read on his features. Growing blue in the face, she felt her throat closing up. Forgetting she had super strength as she gripped the knife out of her thigh and stabbing into the male's abdomen. Her let go of her throat and screamed to the top of her lung. She glanced own at her thigh, watching it heal slowly. Her muscles relaxed as she moved to her feet and ran all the way the way to her dorm. She packed her things, hurrying out to the sidewalk and jacking a car. Driving the car out of state and taking a plane to New York. She thought it is time to live her life as a wereling and join a pack. So she's strolling through New York, trying to find a pack.
Example Post:
The first time Violet shifted was when she turned thirteen. Violet and Daisy went to go get food for the small foster care that they were in. On their way back home Violet started to feel weird and turned into a six foot werewolf. She couldn't control her actions and she killed her only friend. She blamed herself everyday for killing Daisy. Violet told the foster care manager that Daisy got lost.
There was signs everywhere that read: Lost Child : Daisy Hopkins Age:Thirteen and the sign also had a picture. The search for her lasted for two years. The foster care did a funeral in Daisy's behalf. About a month after the funeral they moved Violet to a different foster home in the United States. When she moved foster homes she got adopted about two weeks later. Violets foster family was very nice. She had one foster sister and an older foster brother. She was happy with her new family even though she was an outcast at school.
Age: 170
Gender: Female
Requested Rank: Warrior
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: Joining keys have be-... You know the rest. ~Ze Evil Alphess
Summary: In 1843, two people fell in love and had a little baby girl named Violet Brink. Named after her grandmother Viola. Violets story starts when she was born in Tokyo. Her parents weren't ready for a child especially one that was a pureblood wereling. Jewel and Adam Brink put Violet in foster care the day she got released from the hospital. In foster care she had two friends named Daisy and Fawn. They got put in foster care because their parents couldn't afford to raise them. Fawn got adopted when she turned four. Many other children got adopted, but Violet and Daisy weren't. Violet first changed when she was 13. She couldn't control herself and she killed Daisy when they were walking back to foster care. She lived in foster care till she was fifteen. Violet felt lonely, like no one wanted her. The only way to express herself was through music. She got transferred to the United States. She was a transfer student in Ottawa, Illinois. It took her two years to speak fluent english. She met a girl named Lana who asked Violet questions about her life. Lana was a wereling too. She taught Violet everything about their kind. Violet was very young and she was quite confused. Lana taught her the techniques on being a werewolf. Always accepting herself as one, just like Lana told her to do. Every time Violet messed up on controlling her strength, Lana told her that she has to look into her inner self. Violet had to close her eyes and calm herself down. Relaxing every inch of muscle she had, she breathed in and then out. Her skills on fight wasn't the best, but she did master the basics the best she can. When she thought she would mess up on giving everyone what they wanted, since she was an outcast no one cared for her.
Her foster care parents didn't pay too much attention to her, since they lived with ten other kids in the one house they lived in. The house was huge, maybe three stories. Lana accepted Violet, since she pays the piano and Violet played the guitar. Sometimes they would joke around and play random notes together. But after a while, Violet thought she should have her own room, so she moved into her own. Having a hard life and escaping into the world of music, was Violet's fantasy. She played a song Lana introduced, named 'Remembering Sunday' by All Time Low. She hummed the words and strummed the notes. Her fingers played over the strings, like it was her job. If Violet had a choice to play all day long, she would. But living in a house, came consequences. Going to school, doing chores, and running to stores for her foster parents. Violet, didnt know they were her foster parents until Lana brought up the subject about her arriving the first day. Lana was four when Vi arrived, so they grew up with each other ever since.
When she was eighteen, so she moved on with herself to a college in California named Juilliard. She learned to be a actor, but not advancing to the big leagues. She sang for well number of people. Maybe five-hundred, but that's just the college number. She hasn't chosen what she wants in life, she likes the element of surprise. Her life plans were what the life of music will drawn to herself. Her acting career wasn't advancing, but her music was. She made tapes for some people, but never actually played it out in public. Her werewolf life was in the background, never actually stood out like others. She hasn't ran into any others, but she's keeping contact were her friend Lana. She met this boy named Shain. He was a flute player, so they played together for the foster care. She moved to New Orleans with him and opened a music store on the corner of Boulevard. Violet said she would promise to visit. Lana tried to convince her to go out with Shain's best friend and Violet wasn't feeling getting into a relationship. Living at Juilliard for about 20 years. She wanted to focus on her music career, but then trouble interrupted her.
One night on the way back to her dorm in Juilliard, this man drew a knife into her thigh. Crying in pain, she wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Her eyes were rolling all over the place. The man yanked out the knife, drawing it into her thigh again. Her voice quivered as she whispered for help. The male was asking about werewolves. Her ears continued to listen, but denied everything the man had said. Her gripped her neck, choking her to death. Her eyes were focusing on the man's face, but it was hidden with a gray hood and a black mask over his face. So she couldn't get a good read on his features. Growing blue in the face, she felt her throat closing up. Forgetting she had super strength as she gripped the knife out of her thigh and stabbing into the male's abdomen. Her let go of her throat and screamed to the top of her lung. She glanced own at her thigh, watching it heal slowly. Her muscles relaxed as she moved to her feet and ran all the way the way to her dorm. She packed her things, hurrying out to the sidewalk and jacking a car. Driving the car out of state and taking a plane to New York. She thought it is time to live her life as a wereling and join a pack. So she's strolling through New York, trying to find a pack.
Example Post:
The first time Violet shifted was when she turned thirteen. Violet and Daisy went to go get food for the small foster care that they were in. On their way back home Violet started to feel weird and turned into a six foot werewolf. She couldn't control her actions and she killed her only friend. She blamed herself everyday for killing Daisy. Violet told the foster care manager that Daisy got lost.
There was signs everywhere that read: Lost Child : Daisy Hopkins Age:Thirteen and the sign also had a picture. The search for her lasted for two years. The foster care did a funeral in Daisy's behalf. About a month after the funeral they moved Violet to a different foster home in the United States. When she moved foster homes she got adopted about two weeks later. Violets foster family was very nice. She had one foster sister and an older foster brother. She was happy with her new family even though she was an outcast at school.
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