Post by Raven Blackswan on Apr 2, 2011 0:59:41 GMT -5
Name:
Raven Blackswan
Sex:
Female
Birth-Date:
December 2305
Age:
Four
Species:
Half Moon Wolf
Pack:
Project Clearlake
Rank:
Alpha
Duty:
Leader/Soldier
Appearance:
- Raven black coat with fairly long fur in the winter and a short/medium summer coat
- Tall (66cm; 159cm long)
- 30kg
- Yellow eyes (half blind in the right)
- Long legs with large paws, lithe body
- Very slight limp on the front right leg
- Easily mistaken for a male
- Tall, rounded
- Broad muzzle
Skills:
- Skilled fighter
- Fast and agile
- High intelligence
- Leadership skills
Personality:
Raven is very stubborn, stuck to her own ideas. It takes a lot to change her mind about something. She is very motivated and determined, always driven to accomplish anything she sets her mind to, and to do it as well as she can. She likes to have fun, especially running and jumping around through the lands.
When angered or provoked, she will verbally joust with her assailant unless force is necessary. When force is needed, she has no problem showing her opponent who is boss. She is big on discipline and believes that it build character. Though she may seem hard on her trainees, she really wants the best for them and is pushing as hard as she can to help them be successful in their lives. Excellence is key.
She has isolated herself from close relationships, seeing as she never had anything close to that before her life here. It takes a long time to gain her trust, but once she trusts someone, they have it for life. She is somewhat paranoid that someone, or something is out to get her. Sometimes this can cause her to do strange little things that most would see as a sign of going mad. Her time alone in the wilderness made her very aware of her surroundings and always on guard. Out there, something was always after her.
History:
The small black pup was the third out of a litter of five healthy cubs born in the Estysion mountain range to a nomadic pack of mixed-race wolves in the dismal month of December. Her brothers and sisters all had beautiful red coats, just like her parents. In fact, almost the whole pack consisted of grey or red-coated lupines. Raven was an oddity in the bunch. Unfortunately for her the back saw black as a bad omen, something that should be shunned and avoided. Her father wanted to leave her in the snow, away from the pack to keep them safe from the bad luck that she would bring. Her mother, knowing black was a horrible thing, could not bring herself to abandon her daughter.
Though Raven was allowed to live, she was ignored b yall, even her own siblings. While her brothers and sisters all got wonderful names, Raven was tagged with 'Blackswan'. The name itself meant bad luck to her pack. A black bird, especially something beautiful and graceful like a swan, when sighted meant that one would suffer terrible misfortunes throughout their lifetime.
Since she was left alone by most (including her own mother as she got older), Blackswan had to teach herself everything. She learned how to fight, especially when it came to feeding time. If she did not learn how to hold her own, she went to be hungry. Her two biggest brothers, Clayback and Redfern, thought of keeping her away from food as a game. They were twice her size at their young age and both male. Little Raven quickly learned her superb fighting skills this way. Now, as an adult, she could take on two male wolves, twice her size, and would win, even if she came out pretty banged up in the end.
As the litter grew, Blackswan would tag along on hunting trips in her own stealthy way. The pack forbade her from ever going hunting, fearing that she would bring injury and bad luck to the hunters. For a month she had watched and taken mental notes until she felt ready to hunt for herself. She started going on her own hunting trips, taking down various creatures by herself, keeping it all for herself. She was never missed by the pack, they did not care where she went off to and were often disappointed when she returned hours later. One day her sister Reddawn decided to follow her to see where she went off to. The little snitch quickly told the back, and when Blackswan returned, the punished her by letting their soldiers take turns trying out their attacks on the she-wolf. Blackswan fought and fought, growing weaker each time she faced a new opponent until she could fight now more. The last wolf, Northstar, a promising young male, caused her injuries that left her with a slight life-long limp and a partial blindness, both on the right side of her body. Laying down, she was left for dead as her pack high-tailed out of the area.
When Blackswan awoke, she saw her sister Cherryblossom sitting by her. Blackswan raised her head as her yellow eyes searched her sister's face, looking for answers. Cherryblossom had always been her playmate when she was younger, the only wolf who did not mind her unlucky coat. As they grew older, Cherryblossom drifted away, but was still kind to Blackswan, for she did not want to be shunned, but did not see why the others could not see the good in her sister. When Cherryblossom finally spoke, she told Raven how all the other cubs had chosen their Lunar Names. Cherryblossom informed Blackswan she had chosen the name Pen. Blackswan was confused as to why her sister was telling her this. It was not until after Cherryblossom left her, looking over her shoulder with sad eyes, apologising to her sister, did Blackswan understand. A pen was a female swan. Her sister, the one wolf she ever had closest to a friend, was honouring her by calling herself part of her sister's name, thought not directly.
Blackswan spent several months roaming the moutnains, picking fights with rogue wolves and challenging herself in any way possible, training herself. Many often mistook her for a male, challenging her, and only after losing did they realise she was, in fact, a she. Blackswan used this to her advantage. She won more fights and the ones she was fighting would not hold back on her just because she was a girl.
The she-wolf realised that she had never picked a Lunar Name, for she was not part of her pack's ceremony. What to call herself? While she ate she had been contemplating this, only to be interrupted by the flapping of wings. As she looked over she spied a couple of ravens squabbling over scraps. Blackswan realised she was more like them than anything. They were dark creatures often called bad omens. They were shunned and cast off, left to fend for themselves. Raven. A perfect name for herself.
Raven Blackswan continued living as she did before her Lunar Name found her. While silently watching a pair of wolves from the dark shadows, she heard them talking about the pack lands, beyond the mountains and how one of the packs was in need of good leadership. They were a pack who took mixed blood. Once she heard the news, Raven took off. She soon arrived at Project Clearwater, fitting right in with an Alpha position, training others in the way of fighting, stealth, and hunting. She has finally found a place where she belongs.
Other:
Not that I can think of at the moment.
RPer:
V.elocity
