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about Dae
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Registration Date: 07-26-2013
Last Visit: 09-04-2013 04:50 AM Total Posts 12 Played By: Poundcake 
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| Daesn'yri Darys Ataiu's Info | |||||||||
| Cause your soul is on fire, a shot in the dark - what did they aim for when they missed your heart? | |||||||||
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general information
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Empty faces to an empty voice. Other Info:
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appearance
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Reference
This One Moment is Intensified And the Colors All Fade to Gray
Light and Darkness Are Both Intwined and the Elements Are in Their Place
Wrapped within the porcelain ash of a winter's undying grasp, the lithe femme is little more than what appears to be brittle glass and fine china. Bones are small, frail in a glance with her willow tree silhouette, a sheep in wolf's clothing. Ghastly, she appears a projection of spirit, the long forgotten memory of something archaic and beyond the sphere of imagination of this era, a fading face easily forgotten and blurred by shadows of remembrance. The doll like face of the sweet outer countenance beckons with girlish charm and youth; a warm gaze from frigid eyes of wicked sapphire hue, as cold as ice and wrapped within the corrosive layer of carmine, swathing her pupil in devilish light. Within the drowning pools of her stare lays the strength and wisdom of an aged warrior, a solemn grief that burns within tearless pleas of silence. Often, her eyes are rimmed with sleeplessness, a disease of the mind eating at her psyche in the throes of a rest, peace out of the question from the scars along such a tender heart. She is covered at nearly all times by a gossamer layer of thin ice, a frosted coat of frost easily broken away by anything that it is touched by. Her footsteps leave behind a clarion trail of her approach, ice tracks leading straight to her, making it nearly impossible for her to avoid being tracked at close intervals. Unless in direct sunlight to reveal the shimmering veil of ice, only a few of the larger icicles are noticeable, chiming about her like the sashay of a dancer's skirts. As common with her kind, a frigid aura surrounds her lithe frame, vegetation graced by the killer chill that she exudes, doing little more than creating a cool breeze to those who are by all means far warmer than she. She is painted in an array of color, as if the azure ink of her eyes had been dipped into and splayed across the canvas as of her luxurious fur. Electric shades underline her striking gaze in soft strokes, her attentive ears dipped in the same coloring. A strip runs from the tip of her nose along the forefront of her countenance, widening into a circlet with a hollow center, a crescent moon carved within the hole, something she considers a brand. The very edges of her coat reveal a vague hue of crystalline cerulean, especially pronounced along her side in an oddly shaped swirl. The mutation had also taken a vicious turn for its host, encasing her left hind leg within a frigid tomb of ice, another curse she obtained the night of her past family's destruction. | |||||||||
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personality
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+ Sweet, but distant + Quiet, in other respects than being mute, communicates with others very little in any manner + Is not very expressive to any emotion + Highly attentive, even when she pretends she isn't paying heed + While not very often, if her beliefs are questioned, or threatened, she may bare teeth and raise hackles, however a damsel in distress at first look cause your soul is on fire
- a shot in the dark, what did they aim for when they missed your heart?
Dae is a sweet-hearted girl, one who had been far too young when the crown was placed on her brows to be the leader of her pack. The end result prompted her warm spirit to become distant to others - she aches with the memories and loss of her people and mourns them in constant fever. She has never felt true love for any male or female which she would endeavor to spend her life with; the haunting past that plagues her along with her overly distracting mind has never allowed her the luxury of searching for a partner nor does she ever show interest in gaining one. If anything, she fears ever finding love after having her entire family torn away from her in the expanse of a short time - that knowledge keeps her from trying to grow close to others and had kept her sole focus on keeping her new family alive. Though she had failed in that regard as well, crippling her further into the depressive state she currently resides warped in. The entire ordeal has left her emotionally broken, the chalice that once held her happiness shattered to a point beyond fixation. The time after the decimation of her pack had left her drained of any joy, healing from her own injuries and watching the painful death of her beloved sister as well as knowing her father died for her has left her plagued with horrific nightmares and their ghosts constantly blaming her in the back of her mind. In consequence, it is very rare that she smiles, and when she does force one, it is painful even to behold such a lie upon her face. | |||||||||
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history
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+ Her family was driven away by a terrible vision her mother had + Weakened by insomnia (plagued by the nightmarish visions) her mother died shortly after they arrived to the packlands; her father was the decided alpha after saving the pack from an avalanche + They did not escape the horrific fate her mother had predicted, frozen in fear her father had pushed her out of the destruction at the cost of his own life. + Her older sister and role model had then been placed in charge of what remained of the pack, their numbers dwindling + Was powerless as yet another of her family members sacrificed their life for the pack and watched as her sister starved to death in order for the pack to eat. + Dae was then forced to become the leader, inexperienced, she worried, as well as plagued by nightmares of her family's deaths following down the same path as her mother. + Not long after her leadership began, a meteor shower razed the mountain valley, destroying everything within it. The links between the pack mates, if any survived at all other than herself were severed, leaving her homeless and killing the only thing that had kept her striving to live. + It was then that her distrust had begun of the gods, as well as a slight hate for them. + During the Star Fall, a searing heat erupted over her forehead, burning the crescent sliver into her flesh, her back leg was also severely injured and she used the ice that covered her to mend it, instead entombing her leg within. say so long to innocence from underneath the evidence
you taste like heaven, but god knows you're built for sin
The cloak and brimstone of such a heavy silence lay on her tongue like a platter of ashes from birth, a choking resemblance to suffocation. The sing song lilts of her siblings had been stark reminders of what she lacked, something she could never have and yet longed for with each beat of her heart. Yet she was never shoved aside, nor was she allowed the relief of a life of luxury. "Simply because your voice doesn't work doesn't mean you are nonfunctional, my child." The words were oft spoken softly to her by her father as he encouraged her forward in life. Each day under the blazing suns and miserable heat as their decent from the mountains had begun was taxing along her young body. Her mother had foreseen a terrible fate should they stay in their home, an end she dare not even speak of to her young, only in mortified whispers to her mate. Though she attempted cheer and relaxation, it did little to hide her tension and only worsened Daesn'yri's, an empathetic part of her sensing what her siblings could not. A stubborn terror, a maddening fear had taken root within her mother, a maiden fair from the beginning. She could sense the feeling however, the drain of life from the female, her body grew as brittle and fragile as the ice they were said to have materialized from. Her once bright and intuitive eyes that could have pierced the veiling shadow of any lie had grown dull, as listless as the gray world of eternal winter around them. While her siblings played, Dae remained by her mother, yearning to simply speak to her, to attempt to give her comfort in some manner of expressive words, beautiful ones that she longed to tell the femme. If she could only encourage her that they would be fine, that they would all be alive at the bottom of these mountain passes and live to see the end of their journey together perhaps the familiarity of life would breathe into her again. Her hopes were always in vain, she could not even whine like her siblings did in their tantrums, she could not give heed or warning when danger was near unless she could find another way to signal this. In so many means was she so useless and allowed to live, if only she could have been the one to experience the terror that was sucking the very life from her mother and give her existence instead - that would have been worthy of her, she could have done something. Distressed, she would lay close to her mother, always being within sight of her, and watching with petrified eyes, simply awaiting the moment of collapse. | |||||||||
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