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Your muscles tense and they begin to shake as your wolf side slowly draws you towards one side, your true nature, good or evil, slowly reveals itself as you make your decision. Which side will you choose? Will you choose the path of light and good? Or the path of dark and evil?

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1 Nefarious Noctavia on Sat Mar 23, 2013 11:27 pm

Name: Noctavia Alexandria Dark


Age: Unknown


Gender: Female


Rank: Alphess of Eternal Darkness


Pack: Eternal Darkness, duh.


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Joining Keys: Membership Accepted


Summary:
Appearance/Personality: The Alphess herself is a sly, cunning women. She’s thin and stands at “5ft 8in” tall. Black, wavy, long hair stretches passed her shoulders, stopping just at the bottom of her spine. Noctavia looks fairly similar to her own other side, a pelt of obsidian and piercing emerald eyes just like herself. Most of her apperal is dark colors, on special occasions she’ll were extravagant custom dresses. On a daily basis, she wears black or red converse, jeans, a jacket and a t-shirt. Noctavia has long eye-lashes over bright emerald eyes.  She has pale white skin, and freckles dotted over her nose as well. Her forearms are completely covered in tattoos, one being her family crest on her right wrist, on the other the Eternal Darkness's crest. She has the strength and agility no other werewolf would want to take on, so don't get on her bad side.

History: Underneath the harvest moon, a baby girl was born in the hands of two powerful Alphas, surrounded by a large pack of others. She had been named Noctavia, meaning 'a new beginning,' for she was to be the next of the many generations to soon rule over the pack once she was old enough and married. The baby had bright emerald eyes and tuffs of black strands falling from the crown of her head. The pack usually had grey or brown eyes, so they found it strange and rare for Noctavia to have such a pair of lovely hues, nonetheless they respected the baby, caring and spoiling it till she was to be put into proper training. She grew to a strong and healthy toddler, already reading by the age of two and knowing what she was to become when she'd hit adolescence.

Throughout grade school, the young lady was mostly quiet and cared little for anyone around her, she tended to stay in the background so she would purposely avoid contact. Noctavia was highly intelligent though, she was always a straight A student and had nothing to worry about. The pack had been telling her that soon she's have to be able to control the wereling on her thirteenth birthday, which was soon to begin. Noctavia knew how to control it but chose otherwise, the hunger had grown every day since she had found out, the hunger to shift and kill anything in her sight.

Once the Dark pack had finally found out she had killed four civilians and one of their own, her packmates scowled the woman, but feared for the worst in her. No one had been able to kill another in their own pack, especially not the man that went to check up on her. He was a guardian of their pack, one of the biggest and strongest, however, Noctavia had managed to kill him in the process. Little did they know that that night, that power gave her unstoppable strength with the help of being the Alpha's own flesh and blood. It wasn't her fault she had been born that way, it was her destiny to become the greatest and strongest in order to rule over the pack. She was never to be underestimated by her packmembers, but hated over what has become of her that she refused to control.

In high-school, Noctavia was noted for being the most beautiful every year, but little of people knew of who she really was. She spent her time with high-school drop outs or the occasional class clown, always getting into trouble, but somehow managing a straight A report card. Some say she was a nobody, others said attractive, and even sometimes she'd hear people calling her strange, like as if there was something off about her compared to the rest. Most nights she would stay in her luxurious bedroom and play the piano or even sketching, for it was the only thing the kept her from phasing into her other half. Inside there was a heart but it never really glowed for something other than death. Of course she had dates and occasional ballroom dances with royalty but the fae didn't really enjoy the likes of a male in her presence. She felt it was just a waste of space for such a creature that cared so little for females. Noctaiva left broken hearts where ever she went, no matter if it was in an important event or small greeting, there was always someone to reach out for her.

The pack had grown tired of her ways of killing individuals every night, her parents kept their distance from their own daughter fearing that she's kill them. Riots were breaking out, and she had no choice but to be exiled for eternity. The Dark pack banished her from their territories, shifting into their other haves and chasing her away till she crossed the border. Noctavia was willing to put up a fight but there was too many, she may of been the strongest and fastest, however there were at most twenty werewolves chasing her, wishing her to die instead. They'd trusted her to live up to pack expectations, to control herself to be a responsible leader one day.

Noctavia lived off her own in a convenient cottage for hundreds of years outside of New York City, going to college to graduate and major in both business and arts. She worked in the big city for years as an advertiser, creating posters or advertisement being paid thousands of dollars a week with her skills and high intelligence. The fae held herself very well around mortals until they were isolated, other than that she could handle anything with humans in the business working areas. Her job became more busier and she had to move closer to the city. It lead her to find a hotel under construction, she planned in advance that she would stay here once it was finished, and live in her apartment for just a little longer.

In, 1997 the hotel was finally established at the Francesca Hotel, finally able to live in or stay. It was probably the largest and must richest hotel nearest to Times Square and it was the most perfect place for Noctavia for it fit her expensive background and had just the right amount of great quality. She had known there had been another pack nearby the city and knew it'd be wise to start her own soon enough once she was settled. In 2012, work started to get easier, taking less stress off her shoulders and giving her time to start over, to begin what she purposely was born to do. Rule a pack. Noctavia payed the owner of the hotel every so often for bills in return for a few private floors of her own. He agreed and shared the deed to the hotel with her along with enough rooms to fill her own business.

Soon enough, in 2013, Noctavia set out every night to recruit shifters and claim territories for her own pack. The Bravehearts whom were the pack from 1998 resided outside of New York City in a large cabin surrounded by forestry. They believed that courage, strength and integrity were what their pack should shrive on. Pathetic she thought. Noctavia had named her pack Eternal Darkness because of her last name and what part of her is devoured in. A darkness so strong inside her never seemed to clear once she shifted. It felt wonderful yet dangerous all at the same time, intriguing the Alphess every time she had the urge to kill or shift. Her intentions her for to prove her pack wrong, that she was the perfect Alpha and that she too will create the strongest pack in all eternity. She will find the best of the best, and she sure as Hell won't give up.

First Shift: One the night of her birthday, two of the strongest werewolves in the Dark pack ripped Noctavia from her studies, dragging her to the very edge of their territory to a large chamber ten feet below. Her father was one of them. He too have had to of gone there when he was her age at the time, he chained her against the wall like he was, both of the two men shutting the steel doors behind with a loud click. A sinister grin grew on her face, dangling from the chains and letting out a menacing chuckle as she felt something inside her die. The bones snapping in place made her shriek, but still the grin stayed put. Her pale flesh turned to bitch black fur, a snout twisting from her nose, teeth growing razor sharp to four inches long, and rage increasing.

The woman's yell turned to a frightening growl, she heard chains snap, and she was free. She stood to at least nine-feet tall, heart racing so fast as if she had just finished a triathlon. The werewolf rammed into metal walls, pure-breed muscle benting it with every push. She snarled and tried again, this time breaking the steel doors down completely. The Dark pack expected her to be able to contain such energy on her own and she did know how, but she refused to do so. Her soul was no longer present, the teen wasn't afraid, no. Noctavia was not afraid at all but cruel and selfish of her own given power. She let her other half so what it pleased that night. It had already broken down the chamber walls and sprinted to surface when the sounds and smell of a packmate strolled by. Probably to see how she was holding up with it all. Darting into the darkness she lay her emerald eyes on the man, who then saw her and phased almost immediately. His eyes went wide with her for she was much taller than him, and more capable of destroying. Without hesitating Noctavia jumped onto the brute and tore into his flesh. Claws digging and a scream for help cried from the male with every lash, but unfortunately for him, no one was around. She locked her jaws around his jugular, wishing her head back with a loud snap to his neck. He was dead.

She left the body behind for the pack to find, ripping out trees from their roots and sprinting through the land like a passing bullet. The fae heard the crackling of a nearby fire in the distance, the aroma of human blood laced through her intensified senses coming from across the river. A family of four sat on stumps at the riverside, enjoying roasted hot dogs and marshmallows it was almost pathetic to the teenager's eyes. "...Looks like we'll be having dinner after all..." The voices hissed. Noctavia didn't even think twice of her own actions, the large wolf ran through the terrain and leaped over the river, landing directly a few feet away from the group. Eyes of the innocent beings grew wide with horror much like the male form her pack, the parents grabbed their kids and rushed as quickly as they could from her but there was no use. Where ever they ran too, Noctavia was right next to them, trotting in an almost mocking way, a sly chuckle echoing from her throat. "You know it isn't polite of you to play with your food.. Noctavia.... I'd advise you quit... time is running out... Tick...tock...tick..tock..." the voices hissed again. The female shifter had had enough with the voices and took their advice, biting the man who seemed to be the father by the head and throwing him back. Shrieks came from the mother and children, the mother opened the horse wagon for the kids to get inside, their own horse pulling back and running away at the giant wolf's appearance. The fae stalked towards the woman, snarling as the mortal woman as she rummaged through her purse only to grab a pistol. It was too late though, before the woman could even pull the trigger the teen wolf had already had her by the head, decapitating her directly. The large wolf's lip curled back, tilting her head to the sky. A loud howl pierced through the night, echoing throughout the lands in a matter of seconds before she charged after the horse wagon to kill the rest.



Example Post: Her shoes hit the pavement in a tapping rhythm in unison with another that echoed through the dark alley. The grey hood of her sweatshirt hid her features from the world, her hands in her front pockets. A sneaky smile lay lopsided on her face as she followed a common mortal. It was late fall, and winter was showing it’s hints of arrival at every corner throughout the city that never sleeps. The woman in front of her was petite, wrapped in a beige colored pea coat tightly around her figure. Noctavia however wasn’t cold, the sinister blood that ran through her bloodstream boiled, keeping her warm as she walked closer and closer to the lady.

At the alley’s opening, the woman took a dead left into the wide open of busy sidewalks filled with passing pedestrians. She stopped with a small squeak of her red sneakers. Damn it. She hissed through her teeth, exhaling a visible breathe into the icy air. Noctavia then reversed, turning around, back into the shadows in a slow jog. It was almost closing time at the Central Park, and she needed a place to take out her anger at another loss of a chance at another member. Her legs increased into a sprint, and a growl of aggravation rumbled in her throat. Now out of the alley, she ran passed more mortals, and across the street where the park was located. Noctavia turned her head in both directions for any staring faces. Noticing no one looking at her, she picked the lock and squeezed her small build inside.

Her hand pulled back her hood, revealing piercing green eyes. The woman’s body instantly shifted on the park’s sidewalk, sneakers turning into long claws, scraping the cement below her. Noctavia kicked her hind legs into the ground and she ran, feeling the brisk wind blow through her obsidian pelt. Averting her gaze to her right, a small bridge at the Central Parks center crossed over a small stream. She took a dead right, running onto the bridge’s surface, to the highest point. Noctavia panted and lifted her head to the full moon in the black, star-free sky. At last, a loud howl roared out her windpipes, singing a song of power that symboled her greatness.

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