{The Basics}
Name:[Lamia. You pronounce it Lahm-yuh. It's an unusual thing and sounds foreign on strangers' tongues. Her mother picked the worst names she could for her and her siblings. Lamia means a demon who abducts and murders children. She's had it for so long, it's hard for her to go by something else. You could nickname her, if you like, though don't plan for her to keep it in her mind long enough to respond to it.]
Nickname{s}:[It's just Lamia.]
Gender:[Female]
Age:[She's five years old - getting on in years perhaps and definitely not as spry as she once was.]
Rank:[Lamia is a loner and struggles with life each and every day.]
Rank Wanted:[Lamia desires any rank in a pack, but she knows she's no longer useful and will probably soon die as a loner.]
{Some More About Me}
Description:[ Lamia has a very ragged appearance. She's bigger than the average female gray wolf, but her legs are long and skinny, and her body looks larger because of the fluff. She never grooms, so her fur is always messy and often covered with fleas. Her body is riddled with scars from the various fights she's been in, making her look tough, as well as crazy. The most noticeable scar is the one across her right eye. She has a long, fluffy tail that lightens to its tip. Her left eye is a bright blue, while her right is no longer in her face.]
Personality:[ Lamia’s personality was severely affected by the disease she caught. Before, she was a determined wolf with a stubborn streak, though she held a deep sadness from everything that had happened with her family. She was more mature than a yearling should have been and far happier than a wolf who had gone through what she had. She buried her emotions.
Now, however, that happiness is gone. What is left of Lamia is a hollow shell. Her emotions are still hidden deep inside of her, but she no longer has the ability to pull many of them up. Happiness is a struggle for her, though depression and anger come easily enough. The strong emotions tend to break through the façade she’s worn over her years. There may be some determination in the wolf, as she does what she wants to and helps the pack when she can, but most of the time, her good eye looks lost.
Lamia sometimes forgets where she is or what she’s doing. Her short term memory was drastically reduced, and she must repeat what she wants to get done if something is commanded of her, but she can forget even that. Sometimes, she can be found wandering through the territory, vacant, not having a clue what she was supposed to be doing. Memories of the past feel like yesterday to her, and she is constantly living out what happened between her and her mother, which gives her an almost hopeless look.
The female is usually found talking to herself when alone, though to her, she isn’t alone. Her mind causes her to see ghosts of family and strangers, whom she can talk to. Talking to her mother puts her in a bad mood, as she criticizes Lamia and pushes guilt onto her shoulders for what happened. Her siblings put her in a better mood, and when she sees them, she’s more likely to remember what you want her to do. In her right mind, Lamia is a hard worker. She loves her pack and easily keeps track of the wolves in the pack. She’s an amazing listener, but not a great talker. Her hunting and fighting skills are only so-so, and perhaps the only reason she’s still in the pack is her sense of smell. Her smelling ability is far above the average canine. Unfortunately, this is balanced out with her vision. While one eye is gone, the other sees the world in a blurry state, able to make out shapes and colors more than detail. Looking at someone from far away is the only way she can tell who it is that’s approaching. Their voice and smell is a good hint when they’re close.
Usually, she’s a friendly wolf who treats every wolf in the pack like a friend. She would fight for any one of them and believes she loves all of them (though her feelings are not reliable anymore). On bad days, she’ll snap at those she called friends the day before, but will remember nothing of it the next day. If confronted, she will apologize and agree that she did something wrong, as she’s aware (somewhat) of her condition. Try to talk her out of the ghosts, and you’ll face the stubborn wolf of her past.]
History:[ Lamia was the first of six puppies to arrive to her mother and father, and she was the largest and healthiest of them. After her came two boys, Claud, the smallest of the pups who died right after birth because of his twisted legs, and Ablendan. Next came the other three girls, Desdemona, Dallan, and Tamal. Not wanting to have had any puppies, their mother, Shirin, named them with the worst names she could think of (each mean something negative). Their father, however, was not so unforgiving. He immediately began protecting the puppies from their own mother, talking her into nursing them and keeping them warm, but this is all she would do.
Tarren tried and tried to get his mate to love their new additions, but she couldn’t. A few months into their life, Shirin grew tired of the incessant bickering from her mate and killed him before he knew what was happening, leaving the five puppies alone with their mother. Lamia strived to get her mother to notice her, being so young and vulnerable, so she worked to teach herself what she needed to know. Hunting and fighting came slowly, but as she grew bigger, she began to learn life skills, and she taught them to her siblings as they came to her. But Shirin never took notice of her pups, never showing affection or even care.
The five celebrated their first birthday in silence, realizing that they had become strong enough to leave their apathetic mother. Carefully, they began to sneak away, knowing that Shirin could grow angry in a split second. All but Lamia began to leave. Shirin woke to find her daughter alone in the dark, and she rushed after her kin, tracking them down by their scent with a worried Lamia galloping along behind her. She came to them and lunged toward the first, killing Ablendan before he could turn around. Lamia pleaded as her mother leapt toward Dallan and began to fight when she was making her way for Desdemona. Soon, only she and Tamal stood strong. Lamia took a chance and leapt at her mother’s throat while Tamal had her by the tail, and she struck firmly, sinking her teeth in and ending the life before Shirin could escape.
Both she and her sister were wounded, but they picked themselves up and fled the scene, not liking the feel of their mother’s dead eyes staring at them. Tamal dropped before Lamia, passing out from exhaustion. The little female watched helplessly as her sister bled into the grass. She watched until she herself hit the ground, eyes rolling back into her skull. When she came to, Tamal was dead on the ground, and Lamia was left with a riddled pelt, one eye, and a broken heart.
Not knowing where to go or who to find, she began to tumble her way through the forest, not observant enough to catch food or warn away predators. A few weeks later, she stumbled into the pack accidentally. The wolves began to care for her, dressing her wounds and offering her food, which she accepted thankfully. Painful memories filled her mind, but she slowly recovered.
Soon, the disease caught up with the female and took over. It ravaged her body, taking all the strength out of her, and for days, it looked like she would slip away at any moment. As no one had seen a wolf survive the disease before, Lamia put herself in a den and accepted her fate. Fortunately for her, she was one of the very few wolves whose body knew how to deal with the sickness. It passed, slowly but surely, and she woke to a strangeness in her mind. Memories no longer resided with her, her thoughts were hard to gather, and she began to see apparitions which became her mother, her siblings, and other wolves who were strangers to her – ghosts, or, what her mind perceived as ghosts. Her thoughts never recovered, though she has now become non-contagious, as all that's left of the disease are the memory cells. She is also now immune to the sickness.]
{Wants, Fears, and the Like}
Likes:[Lamia enjoys the company of other wolves.]
Fears:[The wolf is afraid she’ll one day go completely blind, left to wander the forests with her nose and ears.]
Goals for the Future:[Lamia has no goals for the future.]
{Love & Family}
Kin:[Her family is all deceased.]
Crush:[None]
Mate:[None]
Pups:[None]
{Other}
Lamia is very dependent on others and doesn't appreciate that fact. She can hunt small game and fight small wolves, but she's not skilled at either. For food, she scrapes by off of the kills of other predators.]
So I heard there is a blizzard currently? Is there anything else I should know?}
I've been sick lately and haven't had the muse to role-play in this for some reason, but now I'm back! :3
