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Hello , Mavrila; means blackness. She prefers Mav, as she dislikes her full name.
Gender , Female. ♀
Age , Seventeen.
Tribe , Wolf.
Appearance , Mav is a rather tall girl, though many of the males of her tribe still stand taller than her. She has a fairly light build, seeming fragile at first glance, but she is much stronger than she looks. For practicality's sake, she keeps her hair quite short, the tips reaching just past her shoulders. She usually pulls it back in a ponytail or braid of some sort. Her hair is jet black color, shimmering to a silvery or gray look under bright light. Her eyes are a deep blue color, becoming lighter in the center of the iris, threaded through with strands of silver. Another band of dark blue surrounds her pupil, giving it a darker look. In darkness, her eyes seem to give a rather luminescent look, especially beside her black locks. Her skin is rather pale and fair, burning easily rather than tanning. Her wolf form is similar, with a jet black pelt and the same blue eyes.
As far as attire goes, Mav prefers to wear something comfortable or practical, never one to really care about appearance. Any pair of pants will do, preferably with a hole torn in each knee and a few paint splatters here and there. She wears a simple shirt crafted from animal skins and furs, like most people of her Tribe.
As for Mav's mask, it's something she's rather proud of. The mask's background is black, like her hair and fur, with the black ears poking off the sides. The eyes remain blue, like her own, seeming to hold many feelings, everything from aggression to happiness to pain. Thick, light blue lines start at the the outer corners of the eyes, curving around slightly and touching the mask's bottom, as if they were tears. Another line, this one green, curls from the inner corners of the eyes, sweeping around over the top of the eye. Three dots are underneath this line. A splash of red is where the mouth should be, looking like blood. Two small, red hand prints are painted on the mask's cheeks, also having a bloody appearance.
Personality , Mav can be very hard to understand. She doesn't trust or make friends very easily, so getting to know her can be hard. To most, she appears to be just mean, snapping and yelling at people. She treasures her pride, and is extremely competitive, never one to turn down a challenge. She has many violent tendencies, hurting anyone who insults or threatens her in anyway. She isn't afraid to tell someone off or put them in their place. She also has a strong sense of right and wrong and goes with her gut feelings. If you do actually manage to work her down to her softer side, she's actually pretty fun to be around. She has a good sense of humor, and while she is still competitive, it's more of a playful competition. She is fiercely loyal and protective of those she loves, so threatening her friends may be a bad idea. As far as love goes, it takes her a while to warm up to someone and let them in, to actually love her and for her to love them. But when she finally does love someone, she loves with all her heart.
History , Mav's parents died when she was quite young, about four or five years old. Her mother became horribly ill, and was unable to be cured. Her father stayed with her every moment, so Mav wandered off on her own, playing with other young wolves her age and receiving bits of training. Her mother died eventually, and with spending so much time with her, her father had contracted the disease. At first, Mav didn't understand, and thought her parents were okay. But when news of her father's death came, she broke down. For a long time, she didn't do anything, but eventually some of the Tribe's females pulled her out of it and got her back on track. But she was never the same. She didn't laugh anymore, she didn't spend time with any of the other children. She trained for hours, and when one of the more experienced warriors wouldn't train with her, she went off on her own. She became a very fierce fighter this way. When she was fourteen, she heard another wolf her age bad-mouthing her parents, and she went berserk and attacked them. She would've killed the kid if someone hadn't pulled her off. She was punished severely for it, but other members of the Tribe were still wary of her.
Example ,
Mav sits at the base of a tree, shaving wood off a stick. Thumb pressed against the blade, she pushes it across the stick's surface, watching as the wood curls and falls to the ground. It joins the pile of shavings sitting beside her. Voices carry on the wind over to her, nothing but a faint murmur in the background. Satisfied with the stick's sharp point, she rests it on the ground, resting her head back against the tree's trunk. Her ears twitch slightly as some of the words start to come into focus.
"... how she died?" one boy asks, and Mav stiffens slightly. Who? Moving closer, she perks her ears up, straining to catch the rest of his words.
"No," another replies, and the boy laughs. "She got some disease, probably mucking around some place she shouldn't be."
A low growl rumbling in her chest, Mav continues to inch closer. Could he really be talking about her mother?
"And then the father died from the same disease. I mean, really? What a moron. If you spend that much time around a sick person, you're going to catch it," he finishes, and they all laugh.
A sudden, blinding rage sparks in Mav, filling her veins with liquid fire. How dare he even talk about her parents. With a roar of fury, she shifts into her wolf form, springing from her cover and lunging at him. Startled, he attempts to move, but she slams into him and knocks him down. Her teeth tear into his throat as he shifts forms as well, kicking at her and trying to knock her off, but she holds on tight. After a long moment of thrashing and squirming, he knocks her off, and she gives another angry roar.
He snarls, and she lunges again, but he stays on his feet. He snaps at her, but she ducks under him and latches onto his leg, clamping her jaws down around it.
"Stop it!" an older wolf bellows, wrenching Mav away from him. She continues to snarl and snap at him, and he limps away, glaring at her.
[Sorry for this piece of crap >3<]
Family , Her mother and father died when she was young.
Crush , None.
Mate , None.