Post by Griffie on Apr 20, 2009 14:33:52 GMT -5
Full Name- Tala Stone
Nick Names- Lala
Race- Lycan
Age- 19
DoB- Velft 3, 997,962
Gender- Female
Alignment- Lawful Good
Birth Location: Sanctum Sanctorum
Current Location: Traveling
Job- Shaman
Hobbies- Shopping!
Skills- Healing, and anything to do with said thing.
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 115
Hair: White
Eyes: Golden
Skin: Bronzed
Body type: Curvy XD
Medical Conditions: Just a fear of large crowds.
Image:
Over all description: (optinal)
Personality-
Orientation- I'm strait.
Likes:
-Running. Somthing about running through a moon lit forest just makes my soul sing.
-Healing. I Love to heal people, my gift is my greatest joy.
-Family. The Pack is my family, and they keep me sane.
-Good food.
-Real wolves.
-Wine. Nothing like a good vintage to settle your spirit.
Dislikes:
-My dreams are filled with nightmares, and I keep picturing Him coming back for me. He said he had a use for me after all.
-City's, be they old or new I hate going to them. They creep me out.
-Killing. I dont think I could stand killing... not again.
-Outsiders scare me, who know's what forms he could take?
Food- YEAH! What'cha got?
Drink- Sure. But mostly water.
Music- Does Pack Song count?
Over all-
If laughter is food for the soul, then I am one fat wolf! Laughter has always been my weapon, for almost everything. I’m rarely serious, which seems to upset quiet a few of my pack mates, and everyone else. And though I'm a bit quieter than I was before, that's only to outsiders. Pack is family, and family is safty.
If you’re gonna be my friend, then you should know a few simple things; One, I make fun of everyone and everything, don’t worry I single out no one! Two, I take almost nothing seriously, so if I say something stupid or rash, don’t be offended it wasn’t meant to be harmful, sometimes I just cant keep my big mouth closed. Three, I will stick up for you even when you do something vastly stupid, I might laugh at you the whole time but I’ll be there! And lastly, don’t expect me to do everything for you; I’m no ones maid. And if your not part of my brother's Pack then dont Expect me to gush and instantly like you, I'm not who I use to be... Goddess knows I'm a coward now, but I just cant help it.
Other:
Family- Marrok Stone, and Buffy Stone
Mate- Open
Crush- Open
Offspring- Nope
Pet(s)- Naw
Weapons- I dont hurt people, I heal them. So I guess my weapons would be like... reason and ... kindness? Damn... I'm so dead!
Training- Only Shawmans training.
Weakness:
Typical werewolf weaknesses, silver and all that. Though I'm TERRIFIED of heights! And since I'm not bulky I rely on my speed to keep my out of trouble. Though if cornered I can be taken down quite easily. A new fear of the dark, well... not the dark that would be silly, but what waits for me each time I dream.
Strengths:
History:
We’d only been living with the new pack for a few weeks, and already I’d found myself falling in love with them all. They were a rowdy bunch, full of wild fun and laughter. I’d already fit myself into Pack life with no problem in less than a week, and after two it was like I’d always been there. I knew it was taking Mar longer to fit himself in, and he was wary of the other males, especially when it came to me, but he’d made himself at home and settled in just a week after I did.
I was glad, glad that he’d finally decided to stick to one place, and happy that we were with such a good pack. Damian, the Alpha, was a good man, and never forced his Pack to do anything that wasn’t in their best interest. Though he really didn’t force anyone to do anything anyway. They were good people, and I was proud to be one of the newest members.
The trouble began a year after we were with the Pack, we began to hear strange and frightening tales of Wereanimals disappearing in the night; entire flocks, packs, and herds just up and gone. And while the Were community’s tended to separate themselves, that didn’t mean we didn’t keep tabs on each other.
The talk turned grim as more and more creatures went missing, and more and more tales were of blood and death; creatures of power taking the strong and leaving the weak to fend for themselves. The latest news we gleaned from a Werecat, some kind of smallish cat, that had, apparently, not been dominate or strong enough for the phantom creatures to take, though they’d taken the whole family.
He told us chilling tales of sinisterly dressed Angels that came in the night and ripped each of his family members from their beds, disappearing once they’d gotten their prize. His twin sister had been taken from the same room, while he’d watched in horror. They hadn’t even bothered to look at him, just took her and a thick darkness had settled upon the room, until he’d almost choked with it, and then they were gone, and so was the darkness.
He’d come to our Pack because he knew our Alpha was strong, and we had many, many dominant’s, more so than any other of the Clan’s, or Community’s. Damian took heed of his warning, and even let the cat stay with us, protected by our numbers. Even if we found him pitiful.
I met him once, and felt nothing but disgust for him. He was a sniveling creature, that wined and complained about everything, and had it been me that had to deal with him, I’d of thrown him out after he’d first shown up. But, that was me, and I wasn’t the Alpha.
A week after he’d shown up creatures began appearing in our territory, and our Scouts had begun telling tales of shadow cats. Creatures stalking them in the darkness, and we believed them wholeheartedly, for it was hard to fool the wolf in his natural habitat.
My brother was better informed than most of the Pack, though meetings and word of mouth were sent down the chain daily, warnings that no one left their homes alone, and if possible we were to travel in pairs, or more even during the day. Our Alpha was taking no chances on his Pack. And I admired him for it.
Marrok, my bother, was dating Buffy, the Alpha’s only daughter. It made me laugh to see the notorious hound dog brought low by one tiny girl. I liked her, of course, and even gave her some tips about the clunk-head. Though she didn’t need them; all she had to do was crook her little finger and he’d go running. I wasn’t sure who was more surprised by his devotion, him, or me!
Mar had never been the ‘settle in with one person’ type. He’d always been a ‘play the field’ guy, be they boy or girl; he’d never had a particular preference. But I guess there’s someone for everyone, and I was only glad he’d found his ‘Buu’, as he called her.
I’d found a non-pack member, always the difficult one my brother would say. We met, funnily enough, in the Garden’s by the broken fountain that I loved. He’d insulted some girl, weather he’d intended to or not I still didn’t know, and got a face full of soda for his troubles. We dated for a few months, and I really, really liked him. He was so full of fun and humor, laughter and light. And I’d so few things in my life that I could call my own, but he was one of them.
A month after we started to date, more problems arrived, and my services were called upon several times to heal our warriors that had had to engage in battle with creatures they'd never seen before, nor were able to kill. Our Alpha sent out scouts, and began his own search, while at the same time we kept our ears and eyes open for signs of the enemy.
Another few days went by, and then the Bar was attacked, and my brother, Buu, her brother, Damien and his mate, Ben, were attacked. Damien was hurt, as well as Buu, Ben, and every one that had fought against the darkness. And then we found out what we were up against.
He called himself the Masked Man, and everyone that spoke the name spoke it with disgust, fear, and dread. His army was comprised of beautiful winged creatures that they called DA’s, or Death Angels. For their beautiful perfection, and evil icy personalities.
We learned that he had a secret facility that was located somewhere underground, and filled with the victims he’d taken. Caged and used to power his experiments. We were told horrifying stories by one of the only creatures to ever escape the Lab’s alive. From him we found the location, and were readying our forces to attack and hopefully free the lost.
I was on my way home from a meeting, hadn’t seen my boyfriend in days, when I felt something at my back. My wolf rose to the surface, and I was about to attack, when something grabbed me and my world went black.
When I awoke, I was locked inside a cage in the dark, and I could hear hundreds of other creatures breathing in cages all around me. The horror of that night will haunt me forever. What I saw in the next few hours still makes me weep. Things, things that couldn’t even be considered to have even a little humanity left gasped loudly in the cages to my left and right. The cages in front of me held monstrositys, as if someone took several kinds of Wereanimal and mixed them to create horrifying things, stared at me with hopeless dead eyes.
I was terrified and had never felt so alone, so weak and helpless in my entire life. The things that followed I don’t want to remember and think it best not to speak of it. But I met the Masked man, and when I wasn’t screaming in pain, and when he paused long enough to speak to me, I learned three things.
One, the Masked man wasn’t insane, but he wasn’t human as he’d appeared. He smelled of wolf and demon, and I’d seen something in his eyes that scared me more than anything they’d done to me.
Two, he wanted me for something. Something that I’m sure I wouldn’t enjoy.
And three, he was using the Wereanimals to power himself up, like a junky on crack he had to have a fix of blood almost every hour. I wondered if I could use it against him, but he’d quickly debased me of that notion.
When he wasn’t ‘playing’ with me, his son took over. They spoke of breaking me, and would of succeeded if the rescue party hadn’t come in, Gun’s blazing. They swept through the place like a cold wind, and the next thing I knew my brother released me, and was fighting for both our lives. He managed to get us to the first floor when we were attacked by the Son of the Masked man. We would of died there, we both know that, but just as suddenly as he’d appeared he stopped in the middle of the fight, shove a clawed fist into my brother and ripped and was gone. As if something big had scared him off.
I didn’t care what had done it, only that he was gone. But, Mar lay dying on the cold floor of the office we were in and I had to do something. I called on the mother, whom gave me the strength to heal most of Mar’s wounds, but I couldn’t fix them all. His arm was almost gone, and his right eyes was decimated. I wept for him, all the while barely keeping him alive, and when I could manage it, I found clothing and hauled him out of there. Fighting desperately for their lives the DA’s ignored me and my brother, fire blazed all around us, and the sounds of fighting and screams of pain were everywhere.
I ignored them all, and managed to get Mar in our Jeep, which I guess was how he’d gotten there. I hit the gas and sped down the road, pedal to the metal. The Goddess had given me a name, and a place and I had to get him there before there was nothing more that could be done for him. I kept him deeply asleep, exhausted and battered through I was.
I reached our destination, though it’d taken me two days of hard driving. I was so tired, so worn that I passed out the moment the Magician tapped on my window, and woke up two days later in a warm bed, dressed in nothing but a robe. Embarrassed, scared, and worried, I sought out the man after I’d checked on Marrok, who’d been asleep in a bed across the room from me.
He was a good man, K’lan. We talked late into the evening, and came up with a solution. Together we repaired Mar, but had to add metal into his body, fusing it within him and creating living metal that acted in part with his body. I helped with the healing part, but mostly I was the vessel of the Goddesses power, a white-hot power that surged through me like a brush fire. K’lan’s was the power that controlled and fine-tuned the raw power filling me, to use for the repair. It took another day to complete his healing and repair, and bleached my raven black hair white. In the end white hair was the least of my changes. My silver eyes bled to the gold of my wolf, and though I could still shift to human, I could no longer leave my ears and tail behind.
Later we learned that Damian killed the Masked man, and died in the end, or so we thought. Marrok and Buffy made it official a few years after the war, when the shock and mourning ran its course. Buffy’s brother, who’d become our new Alpha disappeared, leaving Buffy the Lupa of our Pack, and my brother the Ulfric.
: Present day:
Damian is no longer in the land of the dead, nor was he ever, but madness has eaten away at his soul, and he is no longer the Ulfric we knew. I moved, things changed and now I'm on my own.
I too, have changed, in more ways than just my appearance. I stepped up and became a Shaman at my brother’s request. My good will with the Goddess an asset we don’t dare turn our backs on. Things have change, creatures have come and gone, and centuries have past since I was just a girl in the park, watching a boy get soda dumped on him. I haven’t seen that boy in a long time, nor have I seen that girl I use to be. But time moves on, and so must I. Maybe someday we’ll meet again...
Nick Names- Lala
Race- Lycan
Age- 19
DoB- Velft 3, 997,962
Gender- Female
Alignment- Lawful Good
Birth Location: Sanctum Sanctorum
Current Location: Traveling
Job- Shaman
Hobbies- Shopping!
Skills- Healing, and anything to do with said thing.
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 115
Hair: White
Eyes: Golden
Skin: Bronzed
Body type: Curvy XD
Medical Conditions: Just a fear of large crowds.
Image:
Over all description: (optinal)
Personality-
Orientation- I'm strait.
Likes:
-Running. Somthing about running through a moon lit forest just makes my soul sing.
-Healing. I Love to heal people, my gift is my greatest joy.
-Family. The Pack is my family, and they keep me sane.
-Good food.
-Real wolves.
-Wine. Nothing like a good vintage to settle your spirit.
Dislikes:
-My dreams are filled with nightmares, and I keep picturing Him coming back for me. He said he had a use for me after all.
-City's, be they old or new I hate going to them. They creep me out.
-Killing. I dont think I could stand killing... not again.
-Outsiders scare me, who know's what forms he could take?
Food- YEAH! What'cha got?
Drink- Sure. But mostly water.
Music- Does Pack Song count?
Over all-
If laughter is food for the soul, then I am one fat wolf! Laughter has always been my weapon, for almost everything. I’m rarely serious, which seems to upset quiet a few of my pack mates, and everyone else. And though I'm a bit quieter than I was before, that's only to outsiders. Pack is family, and family is safty.
If you’re gonna be my friend, then you should know a few simple things; One, I make fun of everyone and everything, don’t worry I single out no one! Two, I take almost nothing seriously, so if I say something stupid or rash, don’t be offended it wasn’t meant to be harmful, sometimes I just cant keep my big mouth closed. Three, I will stick up for you even when you do something vastly stupid, I might laugh at you the whole time but I’ll be there! And lastly, don’t expect me to do everything for you; I’m no ones maid. And if your not part of my brother's Pack then dont Expect me to gush and instantly like you, I'm not who I use to be... Goddess knows I'm a coward now, but I just cant help it.
Other:
Family- Marrok Stone, and Buffy Stone
Mate- Open
Crush- Open
Offspring- Nope
Pet(s)- Naw
Weapons- I dont hurt people, I heal them. So I guess my weapons would be like... reason and ... kindness? Damn... I'm so dead!
Training- Only Shawmans training.
Weakness:
Typical werewolf weaknesses, silver and all that. Though I'm TERRIFIED of heights! And since I'm not bulky I rely on my speed to keep my out of trouble. Though if cornered I can be taken down quite easily. A new fear of the dark, well... not the dark that would be silly, but what waits for me each time I dream.
Strengths:
Healing, all the werewolf power and speed, though faster than most.
History:
We’d only been living with the new pack for a few weeks, and already I’d found myself falling in love with them all. They were a rowdy bunch, full of wild fun and laughter. I’d already fit myself into Pack life with no problem in less than a week, and after two it was like I’d always been there. I knew it was taking Mar longer to fit himself in, and he was wary of the other males, especially when it came to me, but he’d made himself at home and settled in just a week after I did.
I was glad, glad that he’d finally decided to stick to one place, and happy that we were with such a good pack. Damian, the Alpha, was a good man, and never forced his Pack to do anything that wasn’t in their best interest. Though he really didn’t force anyone to do anything anyway. They were good people, and I was proud to be one of the newest members.
The trouble began a year after we were with the Pack, we began to hear strange and frightening tales of Wereanimals disappearing in the night; entire flocks, packs, and herds just up and gone. And while the Were community’s tended to separate themselves, that didn’t mean we didn’t keep tabs on each other.
The talk turned grim as more and more creatures went missing, and more and more tales were of blood and death; creatures of power taking the strong and leaving the weak to fend for themselves. The latest news we gleaned from a Werecat, some kind of smallish cat, that had, apparently, not been dominate or strong enough for the phantom creatures to take, though they’d taken the whole family.
He told us chilling tales of sinisterly dressed Angels that came in the night and ripped each of his family members from their beds, disappearing once they’d gotten their prize. His twin sister had been taken from the same room, while he’d watched in horror. They hadn’t even bothered to look at him, just took her and a thick darkness had settled upon the room, until he’d almost choked with it, and then they were gone, and so was the darkness.
He’d come to our Pack because he knew our Alpha was strong, and we had many, many dominant’s, more so than any other of the Clan’s, or Community’s. Damian took heed of his warning, and even let the cat stay with us, protected by our numbers. Even if we found him pitiful.
I met him once, and felt nothing but disgust for him. He was a sniveling creature, that wined and complained about everything, and had it been me that had to deal with him, I’d of thrown him out after he’d first shown up. But, that was me, and I wasn’t the Alpha.
A week after he’d shown up creatures began appearing in our territory, and our Scouts had begun telling tales of shadow cats. Creatures stalking them in the darkness, and we believed them wholeheartedly, for it was hard to fool the wolf in his natural habitat.
My brother was better informed than most of the Pack, though meetings and word of mouth were sent down the chain daily, warnings that no one left their homes alone, and if possible we were to travel in pairs, or more even during the day. Our Alpha was taking no chances on his Pack. And I admired him for it.
Marrok, my bother, was dating Buffy, the Alpha’s only daughter. It made me laugh to see the notorious hound dog brought low by one tiny girl. I liked her, of course, and even gave her some tips about the clunk-head. Though she didn’t need them; all she had to do was crook her little finger and he’d go running. I wasn’t sure who was more surprised by his devotion, him, or me!
Mar had never been the ‘settle in with one person’ type. He’d always been a ‘play the field’ guy, be they boy or girl; he’d never had a particular preference. But I guess there’s someone for everyone, and I was only glad he’d found his ‘Buu’, as he called her.
I’d found a non-pack member, always the difficult one my brother would say. We met, funnily enough, in the Garden’s by the broken fountain that I loved. He’d insulted some girl, weather he’d intended to or not I still didn’t know, and got a face full of soda for his troubles. We dated for a few months, and I really, really liked him. He was so full of fun and humor, laughter and light. And I’d so few things in my life that I could call my own, but he was one of them.
A month after we started to date, more problems arrived, and my services were called upon several times to heal our warriors that had had to engage in battle with creatures they'd never seen before, nor were able to kill. Our Alpha sent out scouts, and began his own search, while at the same time we kept our ears and eyes open for signs of the enemy.
Another few days went by, and then the Bar was attacked, and my brother, Buu, her brother, Damien and his mate, Ben, were attacked. Damien was hurt, as well as Buu, Ben, and every one that had fought against the darkness. And then we found out what we were up against.
He called himself the Masked Man, and everyone that spoke the name spoke it with disgust, fear, and dread. His army was comprised of beautiful winged creatures that they called DA’s, or Death Angels. For their beautiful perfection, and evil icy personalities.
We learned that he had a secret facility that was located somewhere underground, and filled with the victims he’d taken. Caged and used to power his experiments. We were told horrifying stories by one of the only creatures to ever escape the Lab’s alive. From him we found the location, and were readying our forces to attack and hopefully free the lost.
I was on my way home from a meeting, hadn’t seen my boyfriend in days, when I felt something at my back. My wolf rose to the surface, and I was about to attack, when something grabbed me and my world went black.
When I awoke, I was locked inside a cage in the dark, and I could hear hundreds of other creatures breathing in cages all around me. The horror of that night will haunt me forever. What I saw in the next few hours still makes me weep. Things, things that couldn’t even be considered to have even a little humanity left gasped loudly in the cages to my left and right. The cages in front of me held monstrositys, as if someone took several kinds of Wereanimal and mixed them to create horrifying things, stared at me with hopeless dead eyes.
I was terrified and had never felt so alone, so weak and helpless in my entire life. The things that followed I don’t want to remember and think it best not to speak of it. But I met the Masked man, and when I wasn’t screaming in pain, and when he paused long enough to speak to me, I learned three things.
One, the Masked man wasn’t insane, but he wasn’t human as he’d appeared. He smelled of wolf and demon, and I’d seen something in his eyes that scared me more than anything they’d done to me.
Two, he wanted me for something. Something that I’m sure I wouldn’t enjoy.
And three, he was using the Wereanimals to power himself up, like a junky on crack he had to have a fix of blood almost every hour. I wondered if I could use it against him, but he’d quickly debased me of that notion.
When he wasn’t ‘playing’ with me, his son took over. They spoke of breaking me, and would of succeeded if the rescue party hadn’t come in, Gun’s blazing. They swept through the place like a cold wind, and the next thing I knew my brother released me, and was fighting for both our lives. He managed to get us to the first floor when we were attacked by the Son of the Masked man. We would of died there, we both know that, but just as suddenly as he’d appeared he stopped in the middle of the fight, shove a clawed fist into my brother and ripped and was gone. As if something big had scared him off.
I didn’t care what had done it, only that he was gone. But, Mar lay dying on the cold floor of the office we were in and I had to do something. I called on the mother, whom gave me the strength to heal most of Mar’s wounds, but I couldn’t fix them all. His arm was almost gone, and his right eyes was decimated. I wept for him, all the while barely keeping him alive, and when I could manage it, I found clothing and hauled him out of there. Fighting desperately for their lives the DA’s ignored me and my brother, fire blazed all around us, and the sounds of fighting and screams of pain were everywhere.
I ignored them all, and managed to get Mar in our Jeep, which I guess was how he’d gotten there. I hit the gas and sped down the road, pedal to the metal. The Goddess had given me a name, and a place and I had to get him there before there was nothing more that could be done for him. I kept him deeply asleep, exhausted and battered through I was.
I reached our destination, though it’d taken me two days of hard driving. I was so tired, so worn that I passed out the moment the Magician tapped on my window, and woke up two days later in a warm bed, dressed in nothing but a robe. Embarrassed, scared, and worried, I sought out the man after I’d checked on Marrok, who’d been asleep in a bed across the room from me.
He was a good man, K’lan. We talked late into the evening, and came up with a solution. Together we repaired Mar, but had to add metal into his body, fusing it within him and creating living metal that acted in part with his body. I helped with the healing part, but mostly I was the vessel of the Goddesses power, a white-hot power that surged through me like a brush fire. K’lan’s was the power that controlled and fine-tuned the raw power filling me, to use for the repair. It took another day to complete his healing and repair, and bleached my raven black hair white. In the end white hair was the least of my changes. My silver eyes bled to the gold of my wolf, and though I could still shift to human, I could no longer leave my ears and tail behind.
Later we learned that Damian killed the Masked man, and died in the end, or so we thought. Marrok and Buffy made it official a few years after the war, when the shock and mourning ran its course. Buffy’s brother, who’d become our new Alpha disappeared, leaving Buffy the Lupa of our Pack, and my brother the Ulfric.
: Present day:
Damian is no longer in the land of the dead, nor was he ever, but madness has eaten away at his soul, and he is no longer the Ulfric we knew. I moved, things changed and now I'm on my own.
I too, have changed, in more ways than just my appearance. I stepped up and became a Shaman at my brother’s request. My good will with the Goddess an asset we don’t dare turn our backs on. Things have change, creatures have come and gone, and centuries have past since I was just a girl in the park, watching a boy get soda dumped on him. I haven’t seen that boy in a long time, nor have I seen that girl I use to be. But time moves on, and so must I. Maybe someday we’ll meet again...
