Post by Sephrin on Sept 15, 2010 19:35:01 GMT -5
SEPHRIN NIRE
"The world is already asking to die... Why must I make it beg?[/center]
Name: Sephrin Nire
Nickname(s): Sephrin, Seph
Gender: Bitch
Age: 3
Species: Unknown
Pack: Loner
Eye Color: Dark crimson, almost black
Pelt Color: Charcoal gray
Physical Description:
For most, Sephrin can be wrapped up in one word: snake. She is slender and compiled of sinew and lean muscle, her body almost feline in its delicate appearance. However, don’t let her fool you. This bitch can quite literally eat your heart out. Her sharp fangs are also characteristics of those sleek demons. Sharp like needles, they can pierce flesh with ease. Her muscles may be small, but they are coiled so tightly that it’s almost like a layer of armor beneath her charcoal gray pelt. And those eyes… They are enough to send any baron or bitch into frenzy with their acidic crimson. Her claws are average length, and jet black. Her muzzle is narrow, giving off a trickster vibe. All in all, this vixen is one damn good looker. The problem is if you get too close, she’ll rip out those eyes you’re starin’ with.
Personality:
As stated above, this bitch will rip your heart out with a big smile on her face. She has that kind of madness that can’t be touched by any other than the insane. Sure, she might be beautiful. Sure, she knows it. How else would she be able to get what she wants? On top of her sadistic glee, Seph is a bit of a whore. Don’t worry about calling her that; she knows that, too. She’s almost proud of it. I wouldn’t advise getting between Sephrin and anything else. She shows no mercy to those who try to impede her path. She is a hard, cold, ruthless killer. In her eyes, every other wolf is a potential adversary who she will have no problem taking down.
History:
Mother: Vishnu - deceased
Father: Ra
Brother(s): Lushka - deceased, Tamaran - deceased
Sister(s): --
Past/Current Mate(s): Too many to count.
Offspring: None, surprisingly.
Sephrin was forced to grow up very quickly. She was the runt of the litter, and her mother died because of the birth of her. It was her father that killed her mother, for having a female in the litter. He was masochistic and only wanted sons.
Her mother, who typically was uncaring, saw something in her daughter that was missing in her sons. That unconquerable insanity, a lust for blood that was insatiable. It was the same gleam in the pup’s eyes that reminded the mother of her own mother; that same gleam that led Vorahn (Vishnu’s mother) to lead her very own pack unaided by males.
Vishnu stood before Ra, unable to let that kind of impenetrable darkness be squandered by a mere gender. In turn, her father ripped open her mother’s throat before her and her two brothers.
Time goes by, and Sephrin grows slowly. Her father constantly questions why his mate threw herself on the line for the scrawny female. It isn’t until she killed her brother in cold blood that he understood. And by then, it was too late.
She had been playing with her brother, Lushka, and things just got out of hand. What began as play, ended in a fatality. From then on, Ra never looked at his daughter the same way. He saw her as a weapon to be harnessed; a beast for only him to control.
However, Sephrin would have nothing of it. She ended up escaping into the night sometime before her second birthday. She has survived on her own since then, discovering herself through the males she tempts. She uses them, and leaves them whimpering in her wake. She kills without mercy, and lets nothing stand in her way. Sephrin Nire has become a deadly sex machine.
”L-O-V-E’s just another word I never learned to pronounce.”
RP Example:
Red... it was everywhere. On the ground, the trees, and even hues could be found in the sky. Battles, long since finished, still whispered into the ears of the ess as she walked along the crimson-stained field. There was no wind, the air seeming unwilling to move due to the death and action that was still part of this land. In a way, Riot could understand what they had gone through. She couldn't know why; most of her past was a mystery to her, but she felt some sort of pull here. There was some connection between herself and this place, so she came here often. When she did, it was like the spirits would simply part around her, leaving her alone. Like they were afraid. Did they know something... had they seen something about her that frightened them? Riot shook her head, her pelt swaying back and forth in the motion she had created. It was hopeless. They weren't talking, even if she asked.
She tried to remember, but it just wouldn't come. Any memories she had, up until about six months ago, were deleted from her mind. She couldn't remember her parents, though she was sure she had some. Did she have brothers or sisters? A whole family? Were they all looking for their lost blood? Or were they dead? A growl lifted in her vocal chamber, and she could feel the spirits back away even farther. Her hair bristled at the thoughts running through her head. It wasn't fair, why was she not allowed to remember? It was like the gods were laughing at her, taunting her with this place where she felt connected. Putting a familiarity with a place where so many were murdered in cold blood, and yet yielding no rememberance beyond that. Maybe it was payback for something she had done. Maybe this was justice. Hell, it's not like she would ever figure it out.
A certain sound, or maybe it was an absence of sound, caught her attention. Eyes shot up, dial turning every direction as she tried to locate the anomaly. What she saw made her tilt her head to the side, almost pup-like. It was odd to see this accomplished warrior acting this way, but it surely was partway the fault of what she had seen. Black butterflies; she had never seen anything so dark in her life. They seemed to suck away the color around them, making everything near them grayish-red. They were enticing... something Riot had never heard of before. They were beautiful. As if on their own accord, her paws followed them, heading towards the trees. She was in an almost trance-like state, mindlessly following them closer and closer to the treeline. What could be waiting for her in the dense crimson foliage?
Where Did You Find Us?
Taboo
Bio Sheet Created by Rachy
