Name: Tovel Fenris Everhart
Alaises: None
Nicknames: Dove, Tovris
Species: Lycan
Age: 29 years old
Gender: Female
Role: Subordinate
Occupation: Royal Guard (If allowed)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Crush: Open
Girlfriend/Boyfriend: Open
Spouse: None
Childen: None
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positive traits; Determine, Good willed, Loyal
neutral traits; Intelligent, Reserved, Sarcastic
negative traits; Rigid, Picky, Stingy
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Tove has always been the one to run head first into battle, being raised by her three older brothers and her father she was taught at a young age to be a head strong determined soldier. Since the young age of seven she's worked hard and trained for her spot on the royal guard, just like her recently retired father had done. Standing five foot five she is rather short but built like an ox, with broad muscular shoulders and a elongated sternum Tove isn't the stereotypical beauty of her time period. Although like her family Tove was blessed with sapphire blue eyes that are speckled with flakes of gold. Her lips are perfectly plump and heart shaped just like her mothers. A slender and slightly squared jawline accentuate her muscular but thin neck, and a long scar runs from the beginning of her temple all the way to the nape of said neck. Her perfectly shaped brows resemble the same gold color of her hair and lightens even more as the suns rays bleach it in the summer time. The only time Toves perfect pale skin is clean is when she's on duty with the guard. Whenever she has free time she's known to play around in some dirt making it nearly impossible to make out her brown speckled freckles that dance around her nose and under her almond shaped eyes.
When in Lycan form her size triples as well as her mass, putting her already athletic build to shame. Her fur is odd, sticking up in some places and laying flat in others but shimmers a dark navy blue. With the moon hitting it just right you can at times spot the black highlights that cover her dense sometimes matted fur. Tove's scar is still obvious as it continues past her neck and runs the length of her spin, stopping just at the beginning of her tail. Her elongated snout contains a row of impressive wolf like teeth, only her k-9's peeking through when she decided to keep her mouth shut. Those sapphire blue eyes shift to the gold shade hidden deep inside them. Becoming brighter and more distinguishable in the dark Uthal nights.
Tove lived a pretty simple life growing up inside the walls of the kingdom. Her father a military man and her mother being the royal advisor; she was never bored as she had three rough and tough older brothers to play and roughhouse with. When she reached the age of seven she made it her life goal to be apart of the royal guard just like her father and her oldest brother. For years she trained and built up her body as well as her mind, rehearsing almost hourly what the rules and laws were not only in the kingdom but in the palace. When she was ten her next mission was to take up horse riding, even though the beasts terrified her she saw it as just another road black in her path to her dream, day and night she was working with the horses as well as the men who worked with them one mastering and defeating her silly phobia. As the years went by Tove Everhart was looking more and more promising under her fathers and mothers watchful eye. It was only then when she turned sixteen that everything changed. Her curse came to light one fateful night that she was left alone with her ailing mother. Tove's family came home to her a Lycan and their mother gone with no sign of where she had went. Her brothers believed she killed her, her father refused this notion and ordered them all but one to leave their family home. With half her family gone her dreams began to fade, that was until the kingdom was cursed three years later. With the Royal Guard losing soldiers they needed citizens to step up to keep the Royal family safe and secure. That is where Tove's dream began and continues.
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| Triva |
β₯ Tove's nickname Dove comes from the true meaning of her first name, her second name comes from when she tried to go by her middle name among new friends and kept her first name around her family. That was when her friends and family jokingly called her Tovris whenever she was acting too stoic.
β₯ Tove has a soft spot for children, she loves making them laugh in a world so dark and dreary. Seeing young souls being happy makes her reflect on her old life when her family was still around.
β₯ Tove sometimes has a hard time connecting with those from the outside world. Being raised in the kingdom her whole life it's hard for her to connect with people from other places.
Friends:
Open
Enemies/Rivals:
Open
Parents:
Open
Siblings:
Open
Other Kin:
None
Scent:
Pomegranate, Sulfur
Face Claim:
Katheryn Winnick
Playlist:
Living Dead Girl - Rob Zombie
Miles Per hour - Ant Saunders
Good While it Lasted - Ashnikko
DevilTown - CaveTown
Animals - Nickelback