-Werewolf-
---General Information---
-Full Name: Lilith Writhe
-Nicknames/Aliases: Lillie or Lil
-Actual Age: 156
-Physical Age: 16
---The Specifics---
-Appearance: Lilith's apperance is quite odd, at least according to where genetics should have come to play, she has almost white looking blonde hair, cut up into many choppy layers, two tails reaching down to her shoulders, while her bangs at the sids of her face end with her chin. Her icy blue eyes are chilling and seem almost lifeless, although the color in them seem to shine. She has a very slim built body, something that comes natural due to a very high metabolism, although hidden underneath the frail looking exterior she is actually quite strong and toned. Her facial structure is small and petite, all except for her eyes which are somewhat large looking in contrast to the rest of her face.
-Preferred Wardrobe: Lilith usually wears minimal clothing due to the fact that any time she needs to suddenly change into a werewolf her clothes will usually end up being torn to shreds. So with that in mind she chooses very simple yet useful items to wear. A black turtle neck top that ends right after her breasts and the top of her ribcage, the ends of the top usually look torn or frayed. She also wears black shorts that stop at the mid thigh, also the ends of the shorts look torn or frayed, a large belt is worn with the shorts so that she can hold all her guns for easy access. A few inches lower on her legs are covered by black stockings. She wears a long glove that extends all the way up to nearly under her arm pit and is held on with a tight straight jacket looking belt. two of which she has on her other arm about where the glove ends. Her wrists are decorated with silver looking bracelets.
-Wolf Form Appearance: a rather small wolf as far as werewolves go, but what she lacks in size I guess you could say she makes up for in grace and beauty. Her coat is a very bright silver color that is almost blinding under the moonlight. Her eyes as always remain the icy yet shocking shade of blue. The only thing that could disrupt her perfect silver coat is a small star like mark under her right eye.
-Personality: Lilith's personality often times changes rapidly, as do most werewolves, she is very easily angered, although she hides it well. Uncommonly for werewolves however she does not wear her emotions on her sleeve, in fact she rarely ever shows them around anyone except close friends. She is a very shy girl by nature and breeding, growing up in the age of manners she is very proper yet her tone of voice and movements could show that she has a blatant disreguard for authority or manners. She can also be quite hyper sometimes. Although she may act steely and closed off Lilith has a very kind and gentle heart, always caring for others before herself, you could say she's almost motherly.
-Likes: guns. knives, swords, writing, day dreaming, people watching, music.
-Dislikes: hypocrisy, manners, selfishness.
-Hobbies: people watching, writing.
-Fears and Goals: she fears infinite life without meaning and her goals are to find whatever it is she's meant to do and accomplish it.
-Special Characteristics/Skills: extremely talented with guns knives and swords of all kinds.
---Character/Roleplayer's Bio---
-History: She grew up with two older brothers, her mom and dad, she was told, had passed away when she was only two years old. So growing up without parents her brothers tried to raise her the best they could, taught her to be poliet, but also how to protect herself from danger. That was when everything changed. Her brothers were hunters, they hunted whatever dared enter the small couple of acres their parents had left behind, they felt they needed to protect their baby sister.
So one night, on the night of a full moon her brothers left to go track down the werewolf pack she heard was in the neighborhood. Lilith wanting to know desperately where her brothers went every night snuck out and followed them. Unprepared she had lost sight of them and ran straight into the werewolf pack. Scared, she ran as fast as she could screaming for her brothers to come help her, in the knick of time the appeared guns loaded with silver bullets they shot down each wolf one by one. Furious the leader knew what would devistate the murderers he bit Lilith, sending the werewolf venom coursing through her veins, it was too late, she was now going to either die by the pain of the transformation or by her brothers hands, or so she thought. They of course would never have killed her, but in extreme pain and fear for her life she ran.
After the transformation was complete she couldn't handle it, she missed her brothers, and knew she could never go back to them. So at first she just wallowed in self pity but after a few weeks she realized that life wasn't on hold just because she had a misfortune. She picked herself up and trained day in and day out to control her inner wolf and so the years flew by unseen. she stayed hidden until she knew she was ready to face the outside world.
-Roleplay Sample:Alice sat upon a rather large boulder atop a moonlit cliff that over looked the raging sea, she sat there thinking of what had brought her to this point, the moon was high in the sky signaling that it was around one in the morning, it shown brightly, almost as if it was smiling sadly down upon the earth, making the ink black night seem dreary, almost depressing but in a beautiful and intriguing way.
The stars twinkled like dying light bulbs as the ocean breeze blew her long hair wildly across her face carrying the scent of the saltwater. She inhaled deeply the almost slimy small tickling her nostrils, exhaling in a long sigh she continued to stare at the sky laying back on the boulder her arms folded behind her head so she could use her soft pale flesh as a pillow as she hummed quietly to herself.
These voices in my head, why won't they just leave me alone? How can I make you go away? She questioned her own mind in a monotone yet melancholy voice, but all she got back in response was the quiet laughing that set her teeth on edge. They had been there since she was little, taunting her every move, every action, every step she took, they laughed pushing her to do things she knew she shouldn't.
She tried to tell someone but they all shunned her, called her crazy and left her alone to rot. Alone, she thought what a truly depressing word. Why am I like this? Can't I be normal? She squeezed her eyes shut trying hard not to focus on the voices of her subconscious that pushed her to her limits and beyond. She rubbed the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger roughly. Leave me alone! She shouted angrily a few hot tears trickled down her face, she couldn't handle this any more, silence was all she begged for now a days.
Sitting up Alice wiped the tears away with the back of her hand when she noticed movement in the underbrush a few feet away from her precariously peeked boulder. She squinted and strained her eyes to see what it was that was rustling around, she wasn't afraid that it would be anything or anyone dangerous this place she had found was very secluded, exactly why she liked it so much it fit her, it was alone and abandoned from the outside world. Just like she was.
The figured finally came out into the brightly shining moonlight. It was a stray black cat with piercing yellow eyes that made you want to shudder and gaze deeper into them. "Why hello there pretty kitty." She whispered outstretching her hand for it to smell. The cat sniffed her outstretched hand cautiously and then rubbed it's forehead into the palm of her hand. Taking this as a signal of acceptance Alice picked up the cat and set it onto her lap.
"What are you doing out here all by yourself kitty? Aren't you lonely?" She asked her words biting into her mind, wasn't she lonely? She stroked the cat gently and gazed into the moon the soft purrs were the only sound in the dead quiet of the inky black night.
