
"Make thick my
blood
;/ Stop up the access and passage to remorse." (Macbeth Act I, V)
BasicsName: Sangria
Nickname(s): none
Age: does not age - stopped at 3
Gender: female
Pack Life:Past Ranks: pup and whelp
Current Rank: Artemis's Hunter
Desired Rank: Has it
Godly Bloodline: Vali and Hel
Powers: Sangria has haemokinesis - ability to manipulate and generate blood. With this power, Sangria is most useful in hunting, being able to either stop the blood flow in her prey or boil their blood and cook them from the inside out. However, Sangria feels blowback from her powers; for example, when she boils the blood of her prey, she feels uncomfortably hot for a while afterwards, which is why she uses her haemokinesis sparingly; if she were to overload, her powers would kill her.
Digging Deeper:Detailed Description: Sangria is tall, about 3'5"ft at the shoulder, with a pitch black pelt, no spots of white or grey anywhere to be found. Sangria's eyes are clear silvery white. Large crimson red feathered wings extend from Sangria's shoulders. Her teeth and claws are unusually large, often times are visible even when her mouth is closed. Sangria has crimson red ram horns on her head.
Personality: Sangria is cold and withdrawn, her lack of socialization due to the fact that most other wolves find her appearance and powers "creepy" and "unsettling". Sangria rarely speaks, and when she does it is usually only when something needs to be said but so one else in the pack is saying it. Despite her isolation from them, sangria cares deeply for her fellow Artemis's Hunters, and would gladly take a blow to save their lives. Due to her haemokinesis, many have suggested Sangria be a healer; but she refuses, her powers are to malicious to be used solely for good. But this fact doesn't stop Sangria from using her powers to help save lives in severe cases and heal her fellow Hunters when they are fighting particularly difficult foe. There's nothing more thrilling to Sangria than the hunt, she craves it, lives for it
History: Sangria has always been withdrawn, her two godly parents both represent malicious forces, so many assumed she would be the same way. Sangria has always known she was destined to be one of the Hunters of Artemis; she had a natural disdain for the males of her species. She found them impudent and all too macho macho for her to handle. Sangria could take perfect care of herself. And the prospect of pups was possibly the most horrifying part of having a mate. Sangria fought her way into her desired rank by excelling as a huntress, but that wasn't enough. She faced off against one of the Hunters, and won by quite a long shot. Once she gained her rank, Sangria quickly became addicted to the rush of the kill, and began using her powers haphazardly. One time, she almost overused them, and ended up debilitated for a week. After that mistake, Sangria became much more cautious. Despite being one of the youngest Hunters, Sangria holds quite a bit of power among the Hunters, being a wolf with the power to replenish blood and save lives.
Kin:Sire: Vali - Norse God of Vengeance
Dame: Hel - Norse Goddess of Death
Siblings: none
Other kin: unknwon
Lovelife:Crush: none
Mate: none
Pups: none
Other:Theme song: Red Trails by Fever Ray
Code word: Sourwolf
Rp Sample: The wind whipped through Sangria's thick pelt as she streaked through the dark woods, the light of the moon and her haemokinetic senses her only guidance. Leaping over a fallen log Sangria extended her crimson wings and glided a few feet before landing and resuming her run. The skilled huntress could sense the panicked heartbeat of the hare a few bounds in front of her, she could feel the pliable energy coursing through its veins. Leaping forwards once again, Sangria landed in front of the hare. The panicked animal attempted a sharp turn but froze in place, suddenly no longer in control of its body. Sangria regarded her prey with a hint of boredom in her silver gaze, before slamming her paw down for the killing blow. Picking up her kill, Sangria felt a rush of wooziness as the backlash of her powers hit her. Slowly, Sangria set off towards the rest of the pack, suppressing the familiar feeling of loss as the rabbit's blood cooled and lost its potency.
Other: gonna make a male and the delta female sometime soon, hope thats alright!