Post by Havok on Nov 19, 2008 19:29:17 GMT -6
[glow=red,2,300]Havok[/color][/glow]
Name; -Forgotten-
Nickname: Havok
Age: 316
Gender: Bitch
Sexuality: None
Race: Lycan
Family--
- Mother: Forgotten
- Father: Betrayed and Forgotten-
Silblings: Dead to her and all the world- Childern: Weaklings, Some slaughtered by her own hands-
Spouse: Heh. What do you think?
Pack/Clan: Dreamer Moon
Link to Image: (Do not put a picture here) i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn224/MoonyanPadfoot/Havok.jpg
Who is this image of: (What Anime Character of person?) Searched: black haired girl & Snarling wolf on Google
Apperance--
--Eyes: Human - near black- Wolf -Orange-
- -- Skin: Pale
-- Hair: Black
-- Body Type: At one time she would have been called small and helpless. She stands at roughly 5'3 with a slinder build. However, difficult times have reshaped her body. While still small and trim in outward appearnce her body is a compact machine, well toned and trained to fight and skilled to kill. Years in slavery had forced her body to adapt but even in the freedom of the last century she has lived mostly alone. This also adding and redefining her body as a capible huntress and supplier of her own needs. From shelters to splinting broken bones. In short. A powerhouse contained in a rather small physical body.-- Fur Color: (If Lycan.) Blood and Snow *Ginger and white*
History: (Please be detailed)
A long time ago, she held a Christian name but time and hate has forced it from her mind. She remembers the fields and the small house where she was born. Region was rampant and though in most forms it could be considered a plague in her community it was law. At 17 she had been courted by Jacob DePont. While she can not recall her own name, his stands in fury in and flame forever burnt into her mind.
She was what the world would call a Puritan and like the rest in her town, God was the center of her world. She was dutiful child of the belief. Her parents words were law and while she had great affection for Jacob she would no so much as meet his gaze until the matter was attended to by her father and the town preacher.
She heard rumors of witches and demons in neighboring towns but thought nothing of it. All those she knew were good Christian men and women, who would not so much as utter the evil ones name, let alone sign his book.
A man in black arrived with the minister of a near by town and brought horrifying news of the evils found in the woods of the valley she called home. As a woman she was not permitted to hear the evidence they brought. But then, as now, people spoke. And then, like now, teenagers listened.
The Patterson's cow miscarried and calf and soon the Deacon's Dog was found dead. These things which at one time might have been considered God's choice, for his divine reason, were now the start of Insanity.
Rumors spread like wildfire until even her dear Jacob's father was called to trial as a servant of Satan. He was sent into the river with heavy weights, when he did not resurface he was convicted, of allegiances with the evil one. It was on that night two weeks after the insanity had begun that Jacob came to her and begged her to flee with him.
While she had great affecting for him she could not leave her parents, it was unbecoming a child raised as she was. All the more could she not run with the child of a convicted follower of the dark soul. He flew into a rage at her disloyalty and struck her across the face.
While on the floor in shock he had fled and she felt for certain he would remain gone. This remained the case until three nights later while gathering the last of the sheep which had gotten loose on their own during the dusk hours. She felt eyes watching her as she moved toward the house but ignored it for the fear of her world in this unwelcome time. She heard a lamb bleat and was surprised to find him bound to a tree.
She stooped to loose the knot around it's leg when she felt a great weight upon her back. She force had sent her forward into the earth and into unconsciousness. When she awoke she was bear to the night and her frame ached in ways it should not for one as untainted as she. She had several deep gashed and one purposeful bite on her breast.
In fear and pain she had stumbled home to her father. She confessed her fears and revealed to him a token she had found on a lamb as she gathered them. It was a small chain, but one she had given to Jacob when their fathers had consented to the marriage. She had assumed it was his fair well but now felt certain it was his last warning.
Her father reacted violently, claiming that this was her doing and that likewise, she had lain with the son of a follower of darkness. She was expelled from his home.
With in hours of walking the road the was surprised to meet the same minister who had warned her people. Instead of sending her away and condemning her he gave her a place to sleep in the back of the wagon he drove.
His kindness was short lived for she soon found her self in a world ruled by his command and the touch of a silver wand. He trained her like a stubborn dog, with beatings and starvation. She knew pain and fear, for years as she was owned by this 'man of God' for 54 years until a careless moment left him open for her attack.
She had been ruthless, after all, he had trained her to be so.
She roamed the woods now more beast than woman for half a century until she found herself once again captured. Though this time her owners were much more intelligent...and powerful. The coven kept her as a bodyguard and an executioner. Their manners while just a cruel were more creative, than that of the minister.
Pain, hate, fury, and fear her world became a mixture of red. With un blinking and unbridled restraint. She killed on impulse and soon found herself as a champion in the pits on her masters commands. She was forced to continue their sport with her whelp and was certain she killed her offspring more than once.
She felt no remorse, no fear of hell. Her belief and her name was long forgotten to the wench.
She knew only the name they called her when she entered the pits: Havok.
(yes I know that's not how the word is spelled, but that's her name so shush )
She remained in that hell until 70 years ago. She has since roamed alone. Building or killing what she needed. She has never taken a willing mate, nor has she any love of brooding her own.
Now however, as the hunters grow more cautious and the vampires more numerous she must find some element of safety in numbers, though she will leave should she ever feel dependant on others.
For dependence makes one weak.
Weakness is death.
Name; -Forgotten-
Nickname: Havok
Age: 316
Gender: Bitch
Sexuality: None
Race: Lycan
Family--
- Mother: Forgotten
- Father: Betrayed and Forgotten-
Silblings: Dead to her and all the world- Childern: Weaklings, Some slaughtered by her own hands-
Spouse: Heh. What do you think?
Pack/Clan: Dreamer Moon
Link to Image: (Do not put a picture here) i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn224/MoonyanPadfoot/Havok.jpg
Who is this image of: (What Anime Character of person?) Searched: black haired girl & Snarling wolf on Google
Apperance--
--Eyes: Human - near black- Wolf -Orange-
- -- Skin: Pale
-- Hair: Black
-- Body Type: At one time she would have been called small and helpless. She stands at roughly 5'3 with a slinder build. However, difficult times have reshaped her body. While still small and trim in outward appearnce her body is a compact machine, well toned and trained to fight and skilled to kill. Years in slavery had forced her body to adapt but even in the freedom of the last century she has lived mostly alone. This also adding and redefining her body as a capible huntress and supplier of her own needs. From shelters to splinting broken bones. In short. A powerhouse contained in a rather small physical body.-- Fur Color: (If Lycan.) Blood and Snow *Ginger and white*
History: (Please be detailed)
A long time ago, she held a Christian name but time and hate has forced it from her mind. She remembers the fields and the small house where she was born. Region was rampant and though in most forms it could be considered a plague in her community it was law. At 17 she had been courted by Jacob DePont. While she can not recall her own name, his stands in fury in and flame forever burnt into her mind.
She was what the world would call a Puritan and like the rest in her town, God was the center of her world. She was dutiful child of the belief. Her parents words were law and while she had great affection for Jacob she would no so much as meet his gaze until the matter was attended to by her father and the town preacher.
She heard rumors of witches and demons in neighboring towns but thought nothing of it. All those she knew were good Christian men and women, who would not so much as utter the evil ones name, let alone sign his book.
A man in black arrived with the minister of a near by town and brought horrifying news of the evils found in the woods of the valley she called home. As a woman she was not permitted to hear the evidence they brought. But then, as now, people spoke. And then, like now, teenagers listened.
The Patterson's cow miscarried and calf and soon the Deacon's Dog was found dead. These things which at one time might have been considered God's choice, for his divine reason, were now the start of Insanity.
Rumors spread like wildfire until even her dear Jacob's father was called to trial as a servant of Satan. He was sent into the river with heavy weights, when he did not resurface he was convicted, of allegiances with the evil one. It was on that night two weeks after the insanity had begun that Jacob came to her and begged her to flee with him.
While she had great affecting for him she could not leave her parents, it was unbecoming a child raised as she was. All the more could she not run with the child of a convicted follower of the dark soul. He flew into a rage at her disloyalty and struck her across the face.
While on the floor in shock he had fled and she felt for certain he would remain gone. This remained the case until three nights later while gathering the last of the sheep which had gotten loose on their own during the dusk hours. She felt eyes watching her as she moved toward the house but ignored it for the fear of her world in this unwelcome time. She heard a lamb bleat and was surprised to find him bound to a tree.
She stooped to loose the knot around it's leg when she felt a great weight upon her back. She force had sent her forward into the earth and into unconsciousness. When she awoke she was bear to the night and her frame ached in ways it should not for one as untainted as she. She had several deep gashed and one purposeful bite on her breast.
In fear and pain she had stumbled home to her father. She confessed her fears and revealed to him a token she had found on a lamb as she gathered them. It was a small chain, but one she had given to Jacob when their fathers had consented to the marriage. She had assumed it was his fair well but now felt certain it was his last warning.
Her father reacted violently, claiming that this was her doing and that likewise, she had lain with the son of a follower of darkness. She was expelled from his home.
With in hours of walking the road the was surprised to meet the same minister who had warned her people. Instead of sending her away and condemning her he gave her a place to sleep in the back of the wagon he drove.
His kindness was short lived for she soon found her self in a world ruled by his command and the touch of a silver wand. He trained her like a stubborn dog, with beatings and starvation. She knew pain and fear, for years as she was owned by this 'man of God' for 54 years until a careless moment left him open for her attack.
She had been ruthless, after all, he had trained her to be so.
She roamed the woods now more beast than woman for half a century until she found herself once again captured. Though this time her owners were much more intelligent...and powerful. The coven kept her as a bodyguard and an executioner. Their manners while just a cruel were more creative, than that of the minister.
Pain, hate, fury, and fear her world became a mixture of red. With un blinking and unbridled restraint. She killed on impulse and soon found herself as a champion in the pits on her masters commands. She was forced to continue their sport with her whelp and was certain she killed her offspring more than once.
She felt no remorse, no fear of hell. Her belief and her name was long forgotten to the wench.
She knew only the name they called her when she entered the pits: Havok.
(yes I know that's not how the word is spelled, but that's her name so shush )
She remained in that hell until 70 years ago. She has since roamed alone. Building or killing what she needed. She has never taken a willing mate, nor has she any love of brooding her own.
Now however, as the hunters grow more cautious and the vampires more numerous she must find some element of safety in numbers, though she will leave should she ever feel dependant on others.
For dependence makes one weak.
Weakness is death.
