by Evolia Redmoon » Tue May 01, 2012 4:06 am
((I'll join- but I wont be on as often, so I think I'll be someone who can go in and out without too much trouble.))
Name: Neamhchabhrach ((Irish for Unhelpful)) Call her Neam for short.
Gender: Female
Age: unknown
Rank: Loner
Rank wanted: None. She seems uninterested in the packs.
Crush: None
Mate: None and not looking.
Pups: None
Kin: She once had a brother named Mawgrill. However since the fire that took her rogue pack and nearly smashed her to pieces she hasn't heard from him since.
History: Theres not much to say- her name cloaks her true identity, and her face and form seems familair, as does her scent, to perhaps the eldest wolves in the packs. Her real story must be kept secret in order to hold her hope for her lost brother. Half of her wishes to the wolf gods he's alive, but should she share her story, perhaps one with the truth may shatter her anxiety, for better or worse. She came here and rejected the alpha's offer, instead hanging around the forest like a broken memory looking for its way back to the brain.
Other: She has the looks of a creature who's been through the unspeakable and more rude so to bring up. Scars litter her nearly furless form and skin a black blue, and half of her face appears eaten away, nearly showing bone. Her eyes are the only thing unscathed by physical scars, but a burning lies behind the pupils- a soulless looking burn. Her tail is horribly mangled, and she appears to have an unnatural swing in her step. ((Do not have a picture, but will draw one soon.))
Her personality is one of a disease she looks to carry. She doesn't seem eager to help nor hinder anyone. Just remain and watch, for what and why her purpose is not eyt clear.