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1 Gwen's Profile on Wed Jan 08, 2014 9:56 pm

Name: Gwen

Age: 125 Years

Gender: Female

Requested Rank: Warrior

Pack: Venantium

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Joining Keys: Keys have be-.... you know the rest ~Ze Evil Alphess


Gwendolynn, commonly referred to as Gwen, is a pure blood wereling born of war. Conceived and carried during one of the bloodiest time periods in her previous pack's existence, it is a miracle that Gwen survived at all. Her mother came from a savage, ruthless pack and her father from one that wasn't much better. During her conception, the two packs were waging a long overdue war with one another; a power struggle that resulted in many lives lost. Naturally, Gwen's parents were forced to fight on opposing sides. The one night that had resulted in Gwen's conception was a secret that they would take to the grave with them. During the midst of war, Gwen's mother went into labor. Unable to survive due to the loss of too much blood, Gwen's mother passed away shortly after bringing the infant into the world. Gwen's father took the child and returned to their pack, having decided to pass the pup off as a stray that he had found while out on patrol. The only problem was that the pup was still too young, she carried her mother's scent and her father's looks. It was clear to whom she had been born. The Alpha immediately saw through the act, and rejected the infant's admission into his pack. Distraught, Gwen's father left the pack to become a loner, intent on protecting his young at all costs.

Gwen entered a human grade school, but it was always apparent that she was different from the other children. She was sharp, her senses heightened. She was faster than the human children, stronger. The girl moved with a grace that one so young should not possess. Despite her apparent "quirks" Gwen managed to grow into a smart and kind young woman, although she came from a less than kind background. The only downfall to the seemingly sweet girl was her hotheadedness, her temper. One little thing could set it off, and she would find herself angry beyond belief. And since her emotions were the key to her shifting, an angry Gwen was a dangerous Gwen. As she matured, the effect of her temper lessened and lessened. Within her fifty years, she has learned to control it enough so that it is not a threat or an issue to her safety, or anyone else's for that matter.

Shortly after Gwen reached adulthood, she lost her father. Despite the fact that he was well-trained and rather strong, he was no match for the large, rogue wolf that he faced while on a hunt. Gwen managed to escape, while her father was left to face the massive beast. On her own from then on, Gwen lived in solitude. She had no pack to call her own, and she could not go to either one of her parents'. Being of mixed blood, neither side would want her. So, Gwen basically became a loner. She wandered from place to place, never quite fitting in anywhere. She was an abnormality among the humans, and the wolves in her area.

Living in solitude can only please one for so long. As the twentieth century rolled around, Gwen knew that she would have to start over. Although she had been living within the human world as well as the were-world, she needed interaction with those like her. What she needed was to find a pack, a place where she actually would belong. So, by the time the twenty-first century came around Gwen was ready to re-build her life and start over.

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The petite female walked swiftly down the empty alleyways, her mind focused on only one thing. Shift. The one word consumed her entirely, it captured her thoughts and ensnared her senses. Gwendolynn typically shifted every few days, so that the urge wasn't too strong. But it was the fourth night that she had spent in her human form, and the pull was even stronger than normal. It was what she got for neglecting her other side for such a lengthy amount of time. Her head was down, her eyes aimed towards the ground. It wasn't likely to meet anyone in the abandoned alleyway leading to the forest, but she wasn't taking any chances. She simply wanted to reach her destination without any delay, interruptions, or challenges. She could see the ending of the alleyway coming at her quickly, the only obstacle between herself and freedom being a chain-link fence. The fence was old and worn down, its intent to separate the city from the forest. Long ago it had begun to rust, and Gwen didn't trust it to hold her body weight. After inspecting the barrier for a few moments, she found with delight a weak link in the group. Giving a few hard tugs, she felt the rust-encased wire begin to pull away and unravel. Slipping through the barely-manageable hole, Gwen took a deep breath and let herself loosen up.

Her footfalls against the soft grass were barely audible as she sprinted towards the dark forest. It was too risky to shift without the cover and security that the forest had to offer. As soon as she was deep enough in, she felt her control completely slip. Her human skin began to fade away, like the mask that it was. Her more powerful form emerged, and Gwen soon landed in a crouch, on all fours. There was little contrast between the charcoal colored fur that surrounded her body and the darkness of night. The only thing truly visible on her body was her eyes; two pools of blue, almost a stormy grey. In her wolf form, Gwen stood near six and a half feet. She wasn't one of the bigger wolves; actually she was rather small. She had heard that others of her kind could reach up to ten, maybe even eleven, feet. Shaking out her fur, Gwen reveled in the comfort of her second skin. She could practically feel the power she contained as she moved swiftly through the darkened forest. Her heightened senses were perfect for times such as this, when she wished to hunt. Despite the darkness, she could see with ease. And even if sight was an issue, both her sense of smell and her hearing had greatly approved. Gwen would be lucky to find  something small, perhaps a rabbit in a forest so close to the city. The constant buzz of activity typically scared off most woodland creatures. But still, she had to try.

The sleek black wolf moved with speed and agility. Being smaller, she was quicker than those who weren't. What she lacked in strength, she made up for in precision. Her moves were exact and graceful; not once did she trip or stumble. Within a few minutes, Gwen could hear the soft pitter patter of tiny feet against the forest floor. From the short distance between footfalls, she could tell that it was a jackrabbit. Pushing herself further, Gwen gained on the small creature. Shortly after pursuing the rabbit, it's light brown body came into view. It was quick, but she was quicker. Gwen waited for the right moment to strike, to take the final leap that would end the smaller animal's life. She saw her chance; the animal fumbled ever so slightly in its attempt to outrun the one hunting it. Gwen pounced, her jaws latching around the small neck and squeezing, until she felt the rabbit's body go slack.Satisfied with her work, the wolf carried her trophy further on into the dark forest, disappearing into the night.

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2 Re: Gwen's Profile on Wed Jan 08, 2014 10:10 pm

Couple things wrong here:
- Your name is too long, please have this changed to something simpler that everyone can be able to pronounce.
- You are missing a joining key
- If she is to be a pure blood, then she would not appear 17 at the age of 50 years of being a wereling. Werelings of pure blood stop aging at the age of early 20's. If you wish for her to look 17 and the age of literally 50years old, then you would have to make her a bitten werewolf and change her profile completely to base around how she was bitten and how she managed to control herself.

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3 Re: Gwen's Profile on Wed Jan 08, 2014 10:40 pm


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4 Re: Gwen's Profile on Wed Jan 08, 2014 10:44 pm

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