Post by Blood on Jan 2, 2017 15:14:16 GMT -5
Name: Goblin
Age: One
Gender: Female
Side: Neutral
Eye Color: Pale yellow, almost sickly but also holds the beauty of a new dawn.
Coat Color: Pure white that shines like silk, but is ruined by speckled brown and black spots that muddy her underbelly and neck. Her nose is also a lighter gray, and a small pink scar rests right over the bridge of her muzzle.
Physical Build: Smaller for her age because of being shunned and treated like dirt in her pack. Goblin looks just like a miniature wolf, with average sized tail length and ear size. Her legs are a bit long, thin, and very spindly, and her waist is very petite and just about unhealthy looking, but with better growth she may fill out and become stronger.
Picture: Optional
Personality: Goblin has a very quiet and gentle demeanor, she is very sensitive and easily frightened. Her voice is always soft, and quiet and even shaky at times. Words greatly impact Goblin and she is always affected by them whether they are encouraging or degrading.
History: Goblin came into the world on a warm summer morning with two other siblings that shone with white fur and pink little noses, and one brother that was jet black. Devastation greeted the pups at arrival as their sharp new senses immediately discovered what death and fear felt like. Their mother out of fear had killed the black pup at birth, and with her own fang marked the face of Goblin. The pack they were born into believed their ancestors descended directly from the Magical White Wolves, and that any imperfection or defect had to be rid of. They called themselves the Holy Heirs and created the pack called Sacred Rain that had stretched out for generations of ancestors. Every wolf had the purest white fur, and ranks were decided by divine acts of righteousness. But perfection was twisted in the pack of Sacred Rain, and their righteous acts soon became crusades to rid creation of anything imperfect or unholy in their standards.
Goblin was lucky to have had her life spared as a pup. Her glossy white pelt was flawed with a speckled brown and black underbelly and neck. Already heartbroken from murdering her first pup, Goblin's mother couldn't bear to give up another one of her precious offspring, so she cursed her flawed pup with a scar on her face. Growing up was like royalty for Goblin's siblings, but terrible for her. She was an outcast from birth, treated like dirt, hardly even offered the scraps, and basically seen as dead weight to the pack. Her mother's love for her was the only thing that kept her alive as many wolves in the pack, even her own father, made threats to kill her and take her life. They told her that just her presence brought imperfection to the pack, she was a curse to the Sacred Rain and she had to be removed.
Stricken with guilt and shame for murdering one of her pups, Goblin's mother swore on her life that she would not let a single fang touch her precious pup. Goblin was her one chance to make things right for the sin she had committed. It was hardly a year of hiding in her mother's shadow following her around constantly in fear of being found alone and picked to pieces and slowly murdered by the righteous fangs of the Holy Heirs that surrounded her. The death threats on her life grew more and more aggressive day by day until one dreaded evening her and her mother were corned by a few other wolves standing by her father's side.
The sun was setting and the golden sky turned a deep orange and red that reflected in the eyes of the blood-thirsty Sacred Rain wolves that pressed in on the snarling mother and shivering one year old pup. Goblin could hear every snap and lash as the fangs of the attackers cut into the flesh of the defending she-wolf that she was hiding underneath. Curse after curse came out of their mouths as they barked and snarled at the screaming mother who fought with her entire being to make sure none of those lashing fangs touched her pup. In the midst of her pain-filled howls her words struck the fear flattened ears of Goblin, "Run my little Lin, run for your life!"
A surge of strength that Goblin didn't know where it came from took over her little body and propelled her out from the protection of her mother and sprinting away from the attacking wolves. Not a glance behind her was made, all she was focused on was the direction her next step was going to make. Leap after leap she was running away, running for her life. All she remembered hearing was her mother's screeching voice as she fought away the others that tried to chase after her, "Run Lin, run for your life!"
Lineage:
PARENTS: Selah (mother), Saint (father)
SIBLINGS: Angel (sister - murdered), Sovreign (brother), Sage (brother) Optional
Extra Comments: She calls herself Angel because she despises her given name, but always hesitates before saying it.
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