Registration Date: 05-10-2013
Last Visit: 09-19-2013 03:53 PM
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Played By: shy

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Age 2 years old	Gender Female
Species Hybrid	Sexuality Straight
Mate	Pack Loner
Rank None	Alignment Unaligned

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The beautiful resplendence of an ivory moon is she, the forlorn girl with the pretty, chignon hair and heroine lilac eyes, lost in the fabricated fantasia of a waking dream. She is the wayward alice, trapped in the wild dregs of her own wonderland elysium, lost in the winding labyrinth of a nightmare addiction. Her touch is cynical, uncertain, while the dulcet tenor of her lilting voice strives for strength, for sanity. Born of frail stature and delicate health, she was a china doll easily shattered by the most diminutive of fractures twisting through the thin porcelain of glass skin, forced to an inertia existence upon her covert shelf. Each articulation of her surroundings possessed a blatant threat, a sinister opportunity to send into the frigid arms of fatality, where impassioned lungs cease to draw breath and svelte heart refrained its shallow beat. With the languid grace of age, did her decrepit physique begin to stabilize, did it finally find the strength to survive. Slender and lissome, the paper structure of her form hardly seems like something that could carry a single trace of intense strength within its brittle cage, being a wispy, delicate creature, almost as if she were crafted from thin threads of smoke. She is more rangy than wholesome, more length than width, the intricate, leggy lines of an aesera gypsy. An enigma within an enigma, she moves in the manner of a ghost, a phantom aimless in direction and aspiration. Her hair is lustrous and as pale as mountain snow, wild tresses falling in hushed waves of ivory across the expanse of sparrow flesh and bone. Her eyes are a pale, smoky amethyst, hazed only by the thick, apparent dregs of sight long absent. A far darker shade of lavender marks her body in vibrant array, from the streaks upon her nose and beneath her eyes to the jagged stripes lining her spine until they became a solid streak of mauve from whipcord crest to lean tail tip. The lithe length of her legs are also dipped in violet stockings, the front being far more elongated then those upon her hind legs; the same shade that enshrouds the curling mass of ram horns atop her delicate skull.

Height: 5'5
Weight: 190 pounds

Sweet, gentle, brave, devoted, she possess the serene demeanor of a martyr. A sheltered child who was brought to see reality through the means of trial and error, all by her own hand and the burning conviction of her heart, forced to live out each day draped in a cloak of morose remembrance. Strangely, she remains a soft spoken idealist, one lost to unwavering faith and belief that there is always a silver lining beaming through the unfathomable darkness. Perhaps it may be naivety, a fatal flaw that grew stronger under the heavy guidance of upbringing, yet it is one that has not given her a reason to turn from it with caution or distrust. Even though the indulgence of music was forbidden outside the symphonic hymns sung upon the day of worship for god, it was in the refrain of nature she first tasted what was believed by her mother to be wicked. From each sound, there is a constructed symphony and it is not uncommon to see her sitting still, listening, or even, chanting a mantra. Though, there is one significant arietta the girl found within in her childhood that has followed her through life, a beautiful refrain made from the very life of creation. She believes it to be the voice of the gods, a guiding light, and a taken sign they approve of her choices. In its absence, she is uncertain, apprehensive, fearing she has done something wrong in the eyes of her guardian archangels.

Having been robbed of her sight completely in both eyes, Delaine has had to rely on the strengthening attune of her other senses to forge out her independence.. The way she sees the world fully, however, is through the means of touch. With one simple caress of a contour, of sinew, of any line at all, she becomes an artist, painting the portrait of what she perceives all upon the canvas of mental depiction for her own keepsake. Yet, she knows that the world around her is ever changing and thus, everyone and everything in it is prone to some form of alteration. It is because of this she constantly needs to have some form of physical contact, for the fear of losing one vivid detail to the ravage of time. She is bold when it comes to such daring actions as touching someone in fervent exploration, not thinking how odd or rude it may seem, for in her way of mannerisms, it is immaculate in how to familiarize one's self with others. Vocal memorization also is an important key she has learned to master, meaning she can not only recognize a voice and put it to a face, but identify the tone of emotion within articulation without needing to 'see' a facial expression.

Much of the time, Delaine does not refer to herself in speech from first person, having replaced it with her name or often with the phrase of 'this one'. It is unknown why she has taken on such a weird speech pattern as this, though it is believed that upon suffering the accident that caused her visibility defect, she reverted some of her behavior as a child. Regardless of the incident though, she remains a spirited, intelligent dame, prone to be something of a mischievous minx with a sharp tongue to match and adventurous to the point of being a reckless daredevil. Stubborn to a degree, lionhearted, she is a force to be reckoned with. Her loyalty to family and companion, to those she shares a bond with, is unwavering, a promise of wretched nevermore. The connection Delaine has with another being is a double edged sword and she strangely tends to suffer emotional distress if she thinks something is trying to interfere or take it away, she immediately attempts to keep it in her grasp by doing whatever she can to keep that link alive; even if she has to challenge for it.

There are many in the world who have the luxurious grandeur of being born with an exciting history, others merely having to achieve it through their own determined means. This is a tale of neither, a sole story revolved around existence and of a woman's inability to stop herself from falling into temptation. She was their mother, that yielding creature, a pale maiden of fragility and naive tenancies. Highborn, the lone child of a lord's wealthy nobility, she was raised an aristocrat and the vital aspect of securing a strong alliance through the affair of an arranged marriage. Yet, despite the vows of purity she took, it was not enough to stop her desires and the restlessness of her wildling heart; for him, for the man she knew couldn't be with her, though it didn't stop her from yearning. Oh, heart. How easily you festered the aching wound of fervor until all sense fled from her, until the very obdience was stripped away to leave her bare, to leave her depraved as she laced herself in sin. It was days before the wedding when she found herself in the embrace of her father's marquis, duty be damned and forgotten. They found her in the morning curled within her darkened bedchambers, weeping, the sanguine taint upon the mussed sheets and the sensual bruises lining along the side of her neck the blatant proof of her atrocity. Her prince had departed long ago while she had lain sleeping from the spent strength of their passions, a silent silhouette disappearing into the night, unwilling to face consequence alongside the pitiful girl whose innocence he had preyed so fervidly upon. No, he had gotten what he wanted and remained liberated of blame, unlike she.

The girl with the once unbridled soul became as broken and incompetent as she felt, confined to the somber cage of her room.

Immediately, the marriage compromise was a severed deal once it was discovered her virtue was no longer intact and the word of her father, his leadership overall was questioned right around the time the lady fair found herself to be with child. It would be a grievous lie to say she had not considered ridding herself of the life growing in the midst of her womb, to further snuff out the disgracing memory of her foolishness. Attempt she did, a violent endeavor even threatening her own being, yet she wasn't able to fulfill the promise of the verdict in the end as the realization of her madness overcame the pull of the knife. In the long span of months following her depraved pregnancy, she came to adore the presence of her children. Through them, she managed to regain some of her confidence and self-respect, a sense of pride instead of derision. Yet, her family was quick to upset such new found balance, bitterly mocking her and often, resulting to physical violence. It was in the time before her final weeks of gestation that she made the difficult choice to run away, taking to a wayward life out on the vagrant road, the burning independence of a pauper. It was along such twisting eminence, beneath the sweltering haze of the solstice, they were born; the trifling girls with the chignon hair and morose smiles, diverse twins tethered to one another through the shared bond of flesh and blood.

At the first, hungering cry that escaped their lips, she named them as they fed at the breast. The one of aureate hair would be named Aiyana, while the other, with her white, lavender tresses was called Delaine. From the moment of birth, they were told nothing of the life their mother had led. She also disclosed nothing concerning their father and if they asked regardless, they were reminded in prompt fashion to keep their silence. Yet, even so, the questions remained heavy on their mind. It wasn't until Aiyana began to have further issue with her sight that it ever became more of a demand. When she had opened up her eyes for the initial time, there had been no clear picture for the gentle babe. Aiyana had been born with defective vision and as she aged, it would only worsen, until she would be completely blind upon reaching adulthood age. However, it didn't seem to bother her that she had such a fault, not when she possessed a pair of alternative eyes and it was through them, she found her independence. Delaine became everything she could to her sister beyond the attachment of siblings; a guardian, freedom, a mother when their own would abandon them without warning down the line.

But how it came with more loss than it did gain...