Elvira

Personality:

• Princess.
• Cruel.
• Soft-Spoken.
• Ruthless.
• Unemotional.
• Ambitious.

Appearance: ^ Picture ^



History: Elvira was born and raised amongst her family, which consisted of her two siblings and parents. She couldn't say her parents were all...there when they were born, and they didn't get better over time either. Her siblings pretty much took care of each other, working together to learn how to hunt and survive basically without their parents. To Elvira her upbringing was normal, easy, even, since she was the eldest and made the decisions. Until the one day when her parents decided to intercede, suddenly, inexplicably, and took over their raising. So while her siblings grew up the proper way, Vira didn't. At least not really.

She grew resentful of her parents, of the way they took care of their children, her siblings, and she wished for the power she used to have, the authority. This changed her, slowly at first, until by the time she was old enough to be on her own, she was more than happy to get rid of her parents. Discreetly, of course, for if her siblings had known how ruthless she was then they would never have followed her after the death of their parents. But they never found out, at least not while she stuck around.

She soon grew tired of just having control over her siblings, as they were far too whiny, too weak, in her opinion, and she wanted more. So she abandoned them, with little worry for their safety, and went out on her own, looking for the right place to be, as far as her hunger for power went. And soon she found the Iris territory, and she knew that it was the place for her. That they were as determined to get power as she was.

Season born: Winter.


RP Sample: Gwendolyn padded through the night, her paws a little sore, but other than that she felt great. The young fae was delighting in the wonders of the world, gazing around with that wide eyed look she so often seemed to get, tail wagging about a hundred miles an hour, another thing that seemed so common from the femme. She loped around, romping just as much as any pup would, as though she were experiencing her puphood many months later, given she'd never had one. The femme hummed tunelessly, the sound endearing in nature for her efforts. Faint sounds drifted to her lobes and she tilted her head, brows furrowing before she loped off in that direction, paying no heed to the chance that it could be dangerous. She didn't believe in those kinds of things, given she was far too happy to ever let things such as that worry her for long. She came upon a river, just in time to see a large male, clearly a mutt of some kind, deliver a flower to the source of the noises she'd heard. The young fae's expression clearly said what she didn't. 'Awwww, he's such the gentleman. So adorable!' She thought, tail wagging harder, but then stopped completely when the Collie screeched in terror and kept screaming. "OH MY GOD, GET AWAY FROM ME!" She yowled, backing away in fear before bolting off to leave the poor male behind. He rose from his submissive posture with a whimper, sitting by the body of water. Her heart clenched in sympathy and a lone tear rolled down her cheek, showing just how much she was the caring creature.

About to go to the male, the femme paused as if thinking. She finally realized why the femme had run off, in all honesty, not what, but perhaps why. She still didn't comprehend how such a thing could scare one off, but apparently some were that low as to do so. The male was scared, face something out of a horror movie, but that wasn't what she saw. All the femme saw was his golden heart, how he'd tried to comfort the crying wretch, not scare her off, and even when she insulted him blatantly and rudely, he never got angry at her, something that she took note of, tucking the little tidbits of information away to keep close. By the time she'd shaken herself from her thoughts, the male was gone, tiny ripples in the water of the river proving that he had in fact been there. The femme padded from the bushes and looked around, confusion filling her features before she trotted forward, nares dropping to the ground to follow his scent. She trailed him, never quite catching up, but not losing him either, until she stepped inside the haunted house. She looked around; eyes wide with curiosity and awe, not horror and fear, as she'd never heard the legends and things surrounding places such as this. Gwen smiled, before exploring for a bit until she came into the living room, missing a step and tumbling down the incline with a yip of surprise, eyes wide as she rolled down the slope. Unfortunately for the male below, he happened to be her cushion in landing, and she landed against him with a grunt, flopping onto her back beside him, dazed. "You're really tall, you know that?" She chimed somewhat dazedly, beaming up at him, mismatched eyes sparkling warmly. "I'm Gwen!" The mix chirped. [580 Words]
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