Name: Laundi (Lawn-Dee)
Age: 123 - looks 20
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Summary:
Human Appearance: In her "mortal form" she wears her hair in a messy bun, if her hair is down a beanie usually covers half of it, when a beanie is not present a bandana is tied like a headband, for her messy bun she wears a black Bandana, pitch black with tinted blood stains on it, folded to the inside so mortals won't see. Hazel eyes and perfect lies, her eyes beautiful all there own. Her figure slim and feminine. Combat boots and skinny jeans are worn almost everyday along with a short sleeved or tank top shirt. She has many tattoos. A metal color worn around her neck, unable to get it off she stopped trying. The chain links often clanging together as she runs. Beautiful and feminine this girl often gets looks not necessarily bad ones but more confused her wicked, cruel personality, nothing like what her look portray. A sinister devil hidden behind a feminine mask. A tattoo along her shoulder blade, covered by her shirts, it resembles a demons eye looking out at a dead body surrounded by flame, she never returned from her other side without killing a mortal, sometimes even another werewolf, she could easily control herself while in the form, she can change whenever she please as a purebred. Though many years have passed since her first turning, she hasn't an idea how many. But looking the ripe age of twenty in her human form.
Wolf Appearance:
Her wolf is rather large standing at 9 feet 7 inches, browns surround its body in an ocean of color. Different shades cover her features and muscles. One yellow eye one orange red eye, yellow on the right and orange red on the left. Large teeth, blood stained and yellow, tipped ears and a bushy tail. She is powerful and well built, muscled yet quiet as a mouse. Her traits are heightened as she is in fact a purebred from her family of strict pure bred werewolves. A metal collar worn around her neck and the chain links make no sound as she runs from the speed she runs at, they haven't any chance to fall.
History:
On a dark night, the crickets silent and the only heard was the crackled of chains and finally a girl and for father. A sinister smirk along her crooked face. As they walked the child's eyes flashed from yellow back to hazel several times, the pack she came from was nothing but strength, devilish plots and red eyes-the kind you see in your nightmares when you wake from a sound and see them looking in or a crackle of a lead while walking through the forest only to see two eyes watching you and before you could they were staring you down while you lost conciseness, only this was than a nightmare, this was real life.
She got chained to a cement wall, chains on her wrists, ankles, her neck, stomach and finally it was time.
Her pack stayed a good hundred to two hundred feet from as her adolescent body began changing. This child had been born of pure bred blood lines, her mother and father unmistakably brother and sister to carry on the pure bred line. She was the only child of the her mother and father, the Alphas. The rest of the pack ,embers were just brought in, the pack quickly grew in numbers. She would be respected by all members or give them a reason to respect her. As every bone in her body snapped and cracked, menacing screams came from her strained vocals, staring at the moon her eyes changed only this time they weren't both red. Her right eye was yellow and her left eye an orange red color like that of lava. Now snarls and growls filled the moonlit area as she was finally her other half. The pack knew what her left eye meant, the same colored eyes her grandfather had, he was was the most powerful Alpha to ever rule over these lands and she had caught his genes, making this young one the strongest of her pack but she longed to find an alpha and a pack with similar traits of strength and agility.
The chains and the wall broke, crumbles of cement and chain links falling to the mortal earth. The shackles still hung on her wrists but the stomach and Ankle shackles busted open as she can blindly around. The collar that was placed around her neck stayed attached and has yet to fall off, leaving her with mortal and 'other' side with a metal collar and two chain links attacked to it that hang loosely and often clang against the collar when she runs. As the female werewolf broke free her pack members barked and howled but when they realized she was free, they fled. She snarled and raced through the forest, the smell of mortal blood filling her snout. A babysitter and a small child, around five. They were walking a path that cross through the forest for about five minutes before it let out onto a street. There were street lamps lining the path in the forest, so it wasn't completely dark. Her raging Body and fiery eyes sailed through the dense foliage like a small boat on a calm lake, with ease. Leaves crackled and trees snapped, she was determined to kill. Leaping from the tree line and onto the path she grabbed the baby sitter and within seconds her head was only hanging on by a few strings of skin, blood everywhere, forever staining the light colored path, dropping the body she heard a leaf crackle, her packs members came to bring her back. She didn't want to go back, leaving the babysitter behind she ran, grabbing the child, killing it on the way leaving her pack to tend to the bodies.
The girl raced and leapt from the woods again and onto a highway and onto a highway and out into a neutral territory. A cliff in the middle of it and down below more forest. Coming upon the edge she stopped, looking out at the moon a shrieking howl escaped her bloody jaws in a cloud of grey. She leapt off the cliff.
That girl now roams freely through towns, no one expecting anything as her eyes hanged back to normal when she changed back to 'normal'. Silent in school, no friends and now a graduate from high school, college was left behind and never acted upon. She changes and kill then leaving that town only to travel to a new one the same night. Money was never a problem, she was the perfect pick pocket. Now this girl longs for a new pack, a new home, a pack of strength and a twisted darkness.
That girl is me.
Age: 123 - looks 20
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Summary:
Human Appearance: In her "mortal form" she wears her hair in a messy bun, if her hair is down a beanie usually covers half of it, when a beanie is not present a bandana is tied like a headband, for her messy bun she wears a black Bandana, pitch black with tinted blood stains on it, folded to the inside so mortals won't see. Hazel eyes and perfect lies, her eyes beautiful all there own. Her figure slim and feminine. Combat boots and skinny jeans are worn almost everyday along with a short sleeved or tank top shirt. She has many tattoos. A metal color worn around her neck, unable to get it off she stopped trying. The chain links often clanging together as she runs. Beautiful and feminine this girl often gets looks not necessarily bad ones but more confused her wicked, cruel personality, nothing like what her look portray. A sinister devil hidden behind a feminine mask. A tattoo along her shoulder blade, covered by her shirts, it resembles a demons eye looking out at a dead body surrounded by flame, she never returned from her other side without killing a mortal, sometimes even another werewolf, she could easily control herself while in the form, she can change whenever she please as a purebred. Though many years have passed since her first turning, she hasn't an idea how many. But looking the ripe age of twenty in her human form.
Wolf Appearance:
Her wolf is rather large standing at 9 feet 7 inches, browns surround its body in an ocean of color. Different shades cover her features and muscles. One yellow eye one orange red eye, yellow on the right and orange red on the left. Large teeth, blood stained and yellow, tipped ears and a bushy tail. She is powerful and well built, muscled yet quiet as a mouse. Her traits are heightened as she is in fact a purebred from her family of strict pure bred werewolves. A metal collar worn around her neck and the chain links make no sound as she runs from the speed she runs at, they haven't any chance to fall.
History:
On a dark night, the crickets silent and the only heard was the crackled of chains and finally a girl and for father. A sinister smirk along her crooked face. As they walked the child's eyes flashed from yellow back to hazel several times, the pack she came from was nothing but strength, devilish plots and red eyes-the kind you see in your nightmares when you wake from a sound and see them looking in or a crackle of a lead while walking through the forest only to see two eyes watching you and before you could they were staring you down while you lost conciseness, only this was than a nightmare, this was real life.
She got chained to a cement wall, chains on her wrists, ankles, her neck, stomach and finally it was time.
Her pack stayed a good hundred to two hundred feet from as her adolescent body began changing. This child had been born of pure bred blood lines, her mother and father unmistakably brother and sister to carry on the pure bred line. She was the only child of the her mother and father, the Alphas. The rest of the pack ,embers were just brought in, the pack quickly grew in numbers. She would be respected by all members or give them a reason to respect her. As every bone in her body snapped and cracked, menacing screams came from her strained vocals, staring at the moon her eyes changed only this time they weren't both red. Her right eye was yellow and her left eye an orange red color like that of lava. Now snarls and growls filled the moonlit area as she was finally her other half. The pack knew what her left eye meant, the same colored eyes her grandfather had, he was was the most powerful Alpha to ever rule over these lands and she had caught his genes, making this young one the strongest of her pack but she longed to find an alpha and a pack with similar traits of strength and agility.
The chains and the wall broke, crumbles of cement and chain links falling to the mortal earth. The shackles still hung on her wrists but the stomach and Ankle shackles busted open as she can blindly around. The collar that was placed around her neck stayed attached and has yet to fall off, leaving her with mortal and 'other' side with a metal collar and two chain links attacked to it that hang loosely and often clang against the collar when she runs. As the female werewolf broke free her pack members barked and howled but when they realized she was free, they fled. She snarled and raced through the forest, the smell of mortal blood filling her snout. A babysitter and a small child, around five. They were walking a path that cross through the forest for about five minutes before it let out onto a street. There were street lamps lining the path in the forest, so it wasn't completely dark. Her raging Body and fiery eyes sailed through the dense foliage like a small boat on a calm lake, with ease. Leaves crackled and trees snapped, she was determined to kill. Leaping from the tree line and onto the path she grabbed the baby sitter and within seconds her head was only hanging on by a few strings of skin, blood everywhere, forever staining the light colored path, dropping the body she heard a leaf crackle, her packs members came to bring her back. She didn't want to go back, leaving the babysitter behind she ran, grabbing the child, killing it on the way leaving her pack to tend to the bodies.
The girl raced and leapt from the woods again and onto a highway and onto a highway and out into a neutral territory. A cliff in the middle of it and down below more forest. Coming upon the edge she stopped, looking out at the moon a shrieking howl escaped her bloody jaws in a cloud of grey. She leapt off the cliff.
That girl now roams freely through towns, no one expecting anything as her eyes hanged back to normal when she changed back to 'normal'. Silent in school, no friends and now a graduate from high school, college was left behind and never acted upon. She changes and kill then leaving that town only to travel to a new one the same night. Money was never a problem, she was the perfect pick pocket. Now this girl longs for a new pack, a new home, a pack of strength and a twisted darkness.
That girl is me.