Post by Analisia Moonbright on Nov 23, 2013 17:58:37 GMT -5
Name:Analisia Moonbright
Age:23
Gender:Female
Race:Werewolf, Bitten
Location:N/A
Guild:N/A
Class(es):Hunter, Fighter
Appearance:Standing tall at 6 feet, Analisia stands out in a crowd. Her skin is tanned from too many hours in the sun. Her wavy, dark hair hangs to her mid-back; though most days she keeps it in a loose braid to keep it out of her face. The tips are frayed from her bad habit of chewing on them. Sharp eyes of warm amber constantly roam the area, where ever she is staying. However, once she reaches the end of her nerves, those amber eyes start to darken, until they eventually turn a shade of brown so dark they look like pits of black. At this point she changes, turning into a wolf with a brown and black pelt. The wolf is slim and muscular. She has a handful of visible scars, looking as though someone bit her hind legs a good couple of times.
About:Analisia is blunt. She cuts to the point in just about every situation, preferring to not beat around the bush. Having developed a sharp, dry sense of humor throughout the years, most people find her offensive. While offending people doesn’t necessarily bother her, being offended is another situation entirely. Analisia has an extremely short temper, and when the fuse is blown, she changes into her wolf form. She tries to avoid this at all costs, because when she changes, she loses all control; completely giving into her feral side. While she can remember everything she has done when she finally gains control again, the wolf is almost an entirely different entity from herself. Because of this, she tries to avoid becoming too attached to anyone or anything. Feeling that it is best to be alone, than to hurt someone she truly cares about. This thought process leads her to hide her compassion, though it does slip through her façade when in the presence of children.
Weaknesses/Fears:
-She is afraid to hurt people she cares about
-She cannot control herself when in her wolf form
-Having been alone for so long, she doesn’t pick up on many social cues
-She has a short, hot temper
-She cannot stand being around large crowds for long periods of time
-Claustrophobic
-She can only change into her wolf form when she is forced to, either by losing control of her temper, being forced to by her survival instincts, or during a full moon
-While she excels at fighting with her daggers and hand to hand, if she is faced with ranged fighting, or fighting someone who understands how to keep her at bay with a larger weapon, she is almost useless
Weapons/Magic: She uses twin daggers for fighting and hunting.
She has no magic.
History:Analisia has a short history, if only because she cannot remember the majority of her life. The night that she was Bitten, the moon was bright and full in the sky. She was playing in an open field, quite far away from the village she can only assume was her home. She had wandered far away from anyone who could have helped her, and she badly needed the help that night. For soon, she was attacked. A large wolf tackled her to the ground, biting and snapping at her, clawing at her. The rest was a blur, her head having whipped back and cracked slightly against a stray rock that lie on the ground. So far as she could tell, she remained unconscious for the majority of the wolf’s attack. She woke up the next morning with no memories of anything except what had happened just before the attack. Lost and alone at the tender age of 14, she traipsed the land. Finally, a month later, she was exploring a wooded area nearby. She had just laid down to rest, having eaten her fill of berries and pine nuts plundered from the forest. Then she felt a sharp pain, forcing her to cry out and curl into a ball. She went through her first change, without understanding what was happening to herself. Analisia woke up the next morning, her clothing torn, her body still sore, and with memories of a night spent as a wolf howling up at the full moon. She understood then that she was the wolf. A few days later, still sitting in the same spot crying, an old man found her.
“Why are you crying little one?” He asked, his voice gentle.
“I am a monster... and I do not even know who I am...”She whined through her tears.
“What is it that makes you a monster, you look only like a lost little girl...”His voice hinted that he knew more than he spoke. But Analisia didn’t notice. She was too concerned with her own sorrow.
“I have memories that I turned into a wolf... I don’t even know if that is possible... Is it?” She turns her large brown eyes up to see the old man. Taking in his appearance for the first time, while wrinkled, he looked strong and sure of himself. Suddenly, she found herself smiling up at him, unsure why.
“You are simply a werewolf little pup, as am I. Come, you should not be alone after your first moon. Let me take you back to the pack, of which I am an Elder. What is your name, pup?”
“I... I don’t have one...”Analisia started to tear up again.
“Then you shall take my name, since I have found you. I am Nicolai Moonbright.... You shall be Analisia Moonbright, named after my own mother. And now you shall be as my daughter... since you do not seem to have any parents of your own.”
And that was that, Analisia was brought to live with the pack. And there she lived happily as Nicolai’s own. She came to learn that Nicolai’s mate had died giving birth to his son, Dante, and he had never taken another mate. She learned to defend herself, and how to hunt as a proper wolf should. But she refused to learn how to change. No matter how hard Nicolai pushed her to learn, she claimed that she never wanted to learn, she didn’t want to become the monster willingly. As the years went by, she grew to be happy within the pack, happy with her father and brother. Happy until she made a grave mistake.
One day, she and Dante were playing as they usually did. He teased her about her never being able to find a mate, even though she was only 18. She would tease him about his focusing on only learning how to hunt. But somehow, the teasing turned nasty, with Dante ending up calling her a impotent, telling her that the reason she had no control of the wolf was because she was not worthy of it. That she would never be worthy to choose a mate, that she should just leave the pack, since no one but Nicolai wanted an orphaned runt around. He turned to walk away from her, and she lost her temper. She changed and ran him down. He changed as well, and began tearing into her hindquarters and hind legs, trying to rip her off of him. She managed to turn around, and out of sure ferocity, managed to bit deeply into his neck. The same as she would do to a buck during a hunt. Dante went suddenly still. She continued to bite and scratch, until she calmed down. She slipped out of the change, returning to her human form, covered in both his blood, and her own.
At this, she broke down. She had just killed her brother over simply words. Nicolai would never understand, none of the pack would. If only she had taken his advice and learned to control herself, this wouldn’t have happened. Panicking, she ran. She ran as far and as long as she could. And then, once she had rested, she ran again. Vowing never to allow this to happen again. Never to get close enough to anyone that she might hurt them. Now, at 23, she has finally stopped running. She has found that she can stay within towns for short periods of time without breaking down. She enjoys being in taverns that aren’t too crowded. And most of all, she hopes to find some place she might fit in. Whether amongst the humans, or to have a small slice of forest as her own. But in the back of her mind, she yearns to find another pack, another family, if only to replace the one she left shredded apart so many years ago.
Pets:N/A
