Name: Jasmine Lyonn (it's french ^-^)
Age: 17
Gender: She-Wolf
Rank: Warrior
Summary: "Her history? … Well, it's a very long one, so i'll make it short."
In the North-East of France, in the center of a huge forest, there was a small town, locked away from the rest of the world. They had their own little community of strange people, people like her. About a kilometer away from the town, there was a large sunny meadow with a river near and the forest sorrounding it, a perfect place of any dreams. There stood a beautiful wooden mansion, with different stories carved beautifuly in the old wooden walls.
She shared her home with two loving parents and their house staff. Her parents were very wealthy people and financial problems never seemed to be at their concern. She was educated by several teachers at home, and they had their own farm and stables and all the staff that took care of all these things. The people in the town, the staff and the teachers. They were all like her. Beeings with two sides to their life.
In a cold winter's night, the life she knew disappeared from her reach. That night, when she was just 8 years old, her mother took Jasmine out to the forest. She was told to run away, and so she did. But soon, as she looked back, she saw her house in flames and she heared the tearing screams. Realising that her parents won't return, she ran away deep in the forest. But it wasn't just her house which has been destroit. The misterious fire burnt down their entire town leaving nothing but ash and dust.
She lived her life among a wolf pack. She felt as she was one of their own and her wolf side grew stronger and stronger. Living mostly in her wolf form, Jasmine grew to a more wolf like nature than human's. She might have a brain and a form of a human, but her heart is that of a wolf's and she is wild by nature. As she was slowly losing the human sense of living, she decided to try and live among the normal people.
And so by the age of 15, she settled her self in a larger town. There was where she met him. Alex Black was his name, a reckless boy, a bit older by age, full of adventure and excitement. He tought her to speak english fluently and to survive in the modern world. They grew quite fond to each other, perhaps too much even. He was her everything, her first kiss, her meaning of life. They cared for each other dearly, at least that's what she thought.
She culdn't live in lie, pretending and hiding her true nature. So she decided to tell him of her secret. But when he saw her transform into a black wolf, shock was written on his face and he couldn't spek, but utter one word. 'Monster' …. 'Monster' he called her and ran away like a rat , a scum, a pathetic beeing. She knew the word will spread and she would be wanted, unable to have a normal life. She should have silence him, but she couldn't. She cared for him too deeply.
That night, her heart shattered to a million pieces. She became cold and fragile, like thin ice, on the edge. And all it took was a small push, for her to brake.
She was heart broken, weak and vulnerable. A group of idiots recoginezed her and caught her. They locked her up in a cage, like an animal she was, and they were to transfer her to a laboratory in America. She was a profit to them, an object, a prize. What fools they were to underestimate her skill. She was fragile and shattered, but that was when she was the most dangerous. Oh, how little did they know of her power, from the moment they tried to hurt her, they sealed their own faith.
Living in the wild tought her a lot and she was very swift with a dagger she always kept hidden in her boot.
One night she granted her own freedom and escaped. But those who knew had to be silenced. And so she did what she knew best – hunt. She followed their trail, stalking them through the the drakest of night. She hunted her victims like prey. And with a clean cut of a blade or a meer snap of her jaws, she ended their misreable life, a quick and painless death.
She lived in New-York for a year now. She learned quickly to adapt and she perfected her art of manipulation, dragging them on their knees.
She longs to find those alike her, those who understand her. She needs guidance and support to survive this wretched world. She knows they're there, the scent is too strong, but they are hidden well....
Pack: Braveheart
Joining Keys: Accepted
Human Photo:
She is a lovely girl with a soft appearence, a beautiful creature that stalks in the shadows of the night. Although her charming human appearence, she is more of a wolf and that reflects not just her personality, but her human form as well. Her eyes are those of a wolf, a beautiful golden amber that shines from her dark, pure black hair. Her wolf senses are active in human form as well and so her hearing and scent is (just like any other werewolve's) as good as in wolf form.
Wolf Photo:
Her pure black pelt, like her hair, reflects her dark side, which she hides in the darkest corner of her heart. Her golden eyes are truly a mark of she can ba recognized quickly and it's dangerous for her to show her beautiful wolf eyes in a human form.
Example Post: The full moon was rising above all France and shining down to the mortals below. The night was dark and cold, and the snow covered the land, as far as the eye could see. A little girl was sitting by the window of a beautiful mansion. She mumbled a sad song with a sweet voice she had.
A sudden scream tore the night's silence and a young woman suddenly appeared in her room, slapping the door behind her. She looked terrified and Jasmine could see the tiny tears, slipping down her pale cheeks. She grabbed her daugther and they rushed through the back door to the garden. The little black girl watched as her mother bended down to her knees and told her to run.
»Jasmine, darling. Please promise me you'll go now and run to the forest. Just run and don't look back.« Jasmine was confused. She had never seen her mother so frightened before. She didn't want to go, she didn't want to live her. »But mom …« Her mother was determined to save her daughter's life, even if it meant to live her alone in the forest. »Jasmine, promise me... Promise me.« The girl hesitated to answer, but she gave in at last. She just nodded with her head and her mther gave her a kiss on her forehead and told her to run. And so she did. She ran as fast she could, but when she came to the forest's edge, she stopped to look back. When she turned, sadness overcomed her heart and a small tear slipped down her cheeks. Her house was covered in flames, slowly losing it's previous glory. The mansion was falling apart as the fire devoured her home. It was the cold fire. The fire of death and destruction, wiping everything in it's path.
Again, a terrifying scream echoed in her sensitive ears, tearing the night's silence. Jasmine stumbled back in horror and ran away to the deep forest's shadows.
Age: 17
Gender: She-Wolf
Rank: Warrior
Summary: "Her history? … Well, it's a very long one, so i'll make it short."
In the North-East of France, in the center of a huge forest, there was a small town, locked away from the rest of the world. They had their own little community of strange people, people like her. About a kilometer away from the town, there was a large sunny meadow with a river near and the forest sorrounding it, a perfect place of any dreams. There stood a beautiful wooden mansion, with different stories carved beautifuly in the old wooden walls.
She shared her home with two loving parents and their house staff. Her parents were very wealthy people and financial problems never seemed to be at their concern. She was educated by several teachers at home, and they had their own farm and stables and all the staff that took care of all these things. The people in the town, the staff and the teachers. They were all like her. Beeings with two sides to their life.
In a cold winter's night, the life she knew disappeared from her reach. That night, when she was just 8 years old, her mother took Jasmine out to the forest. She was told to run away, and so she did. But soon, as she looked back, she saw her house in flames and she heared the tearing screams. Realising that her parents won't return, she ran away deep in the forest. But it wasn't just her house which has been destroit. The misterious fire burnt down their entire town leaving nothing but ash and dust.
She lived her life among a wolf pack. She felt as she was one of their own and her wolf side grew stronger and stronger. Living mostly in her wolf form, Jasmine grew to a more wolf like nature than human's. She might have a brain and a form of a human, but her heart is that of a wolf's and she is wild by nature. As she was slowly losing the human sense of living, she decided to try and live among the normal people.
And so by the age of 15, she settled her self in a larger town. There was where she met him. Alex Black was his name, a reckless boy, a bit older by age, full of adventure and excitement. He tought her to speak english fluently and to survive in the modern world. They grew quite fond to each other, perhaps too much even. He was her everything, her first kiss, her meaning of life. They cared for each other dearly, at least that's what she thought.
She culdn't live in lie, pretending and hiding her true nature. So she decided to tell him of her secret. But when he saw her transform into a black wolf, shock was written on his face and he couldn't spek, but utter one word. 'Monster' …. 'Monster' he called her and ran away like a rat , a scum, a pathetic beeing. She knew the word will spread and she would be wanted, unable to have a normal life. She should have silence him, but she couldn't. She cared for him too deeply.
That night, her heart shattered to a million pieces. She became cold and fragile, like thin ice, on the edge. And all it took was a small push, for her to brake.
She was heart broken, weak and vulnerable. A group of idiots recoginezed her and caught her. They locked her up in a cage, like an animal she was, and they were to transfer her to a laboratory in America. She was a profit to them, an object, a prize. What fools they were to underestimate her skill. She was fragile and shattered, but that was when she was the most dangerous. Oh, how little did they know of her power, from the moment they tried to hurt her, they sealed their own faith.
Living in the wild tought her a lot and she was very swift with a dagger she always kept hidden in her boot.
One night she granted her own freedom and escaped. But those who knew had to be silenced. And so she did what she knew best – hunt. She followed their trail, stalking them through the the drakest of night. She hunted her victims like prey. And with a clean cut of a blade or a meer snap of her jaws, she ended their misreable life, a quick and painless death.
She lived in New-York for a year now. She learned quickly to adapt and she perfected her art of manipulation, dragging them on their knees.
She longs to find those alike her, those who understand her. She needs guidance and support to survive this wretched world. She knows they're there, the scent is too strong, but they are hidden well....
Pack: Braveheart
Joining Keys: Accepted
Human Photo:
She is a lovely girl with a soft appearence, a beautiful creature that stalks in the shadows of the night. Although her charming human appearence, she is more of a wolf and that reflects not just her personality, but her human form as well. Her eyes are those of a wolf, a beautiful golden amber that shines from her dark, pure black hair. Her wolf senses are active in human form as well and so her hearing and scent is (just like any other werewolve's) as good as in wolf form.
Wolf Photo:
Her pure black pelt, like her hair, reflects her dark side, which she hides in the darkest corner of her heart. Her golden eyes are truly a mark of she can ba recognized quickly and it's dangerous for her to show her beautiful wolf eyes in a human form.
Example Post: The full moon was rising above all France and shining down to the mortals below. The night was dark and cold, and the snow covered the land, as far as the eye could see. A little girl was sitting by the window of a beautiful mansion. She mumbled a sad song with a sweet voice she had.
A sudden scream tore the night's silence and a young woman suddenly appeared in her room, slapping the door behind her. She looked terrified and Jasmine could see the tiny tears, slipping down her pale cheeks. She grabbed her daugther and they rushed through the back door to the garden. The little black girl watched as her mother bended down to her knees and told her to run.
»Jasmine, darling. Please promise me you'll go now and run to the forest. Just run and don't look back.« Jasmine was confused. She had never seen her mother so frightened before. She didn't want to go, she didn't want to live her. »But mom …« Her mother was determined to save her daughter's life, even if it meant to live her alone in the forest. »Jasmine, promise me... Promise me.« The girl hesitated to answer, but she gave in at last. She just nodded with her head and her mther gave her a kiss on her forehead and told her to run. And so she did. She ran as fast she could, but when she came to the forest's edge, she stopped to look back. When she turned, sadness overcomed her heart and a small tear slipped down her cheeks. Her house was covered in flames, slowly losing it's previous glory. The mansion was falling apart as the fire devoured her home. It was the cold fire. The fire of death and destruction, wiping everything in it's path.
Again, a terrifying scream echoed in her sensitive ears, tearing the night's silence. Jasmine stumbled back in horror and ran away to the deep forest's shadows.
Tue Mar 14, 2017 2:09 am by 
