Arevik, Dzvezda Seren
Oct 27, 2018 11:39:08 GMT -5
Post by L on Oct 27, 2018 11:39:08 GMT -5
Name: Dzvezda Seren Arevik [Dz-vez-da Seh-ren A-rev-ik]
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Side: Good
Eye Color: White
Coat Colour: Varying shades of blue
Physical Build: Slight of frame, barely 60cm at the withers, this waif of a wolf is smaller than most. She is a petite, unassuming figure, draped in starry iridescence - as if the entire galaxy had been condensed into ethereal mist and breathed into her fur. The hairs are wispy, her coat thick and plush, luscious upon her nape and falling as decadent locks from her tail. They seem not to hang, but to drift off her, as if spider-silk thin and featherlight. Seren moves with such grace, so fast, that she appears not to have moved at all - as if in the blink of an eye, she were here one moment, and there the next. Her gait is soundless, her body so light that she almost seems to float as she walks; diminutive enough that she is rarely seen and even more seldomly heard. She stands deceptively casually, eyes half-lidded - no, her stance says, this little wolf is no threat. Her voice is a slow, low drawl, at odds with her slight frame; were it not for the motion of her black lips as she spoke, one might not even believe the words came from her. Though leanly muscled and finely crafted, she truly is a creature of little strength, though she does not flaunt her smallness nor her perceived ability. Apart from her starry coat and fleetness of foot, she appears completely average in matters of physical strength - after all, she's no threat, right?
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Personality: Laid-back, casual, and seeming to be rarely serious about most things, Seren is a tough nut to crack. She does not speak of her troubles; she deflects with a wit sharper than her bite, and retorts snappier than a lash of her tail. Perhaps she indulges in too many bad jokes, but a wolf with a quick tongue and clever wordplay she always has been. There is little to be discovered from her; Seren is a girl well-versed in manipulating herself out of situations, a talent she is unafraid to use. She knows most wolves underestimate her because of her size, and she lets them continue to think so - even encourages it sometimes.
She is non-confrontational, content to watch the action from a good distance away. Outwardly she displays an easygoing, lighthearted nature. She does not get involved - more neutral ground than anything else - but will when a situation calls for it. She often does not enter conflict until the last possible moment, preferring instead to spectate or simply leave. Mischievous, carefree, and almost even lazy, she does what is necessary and often nothing more. Her relaxed personality draws wolves like a magnet; it’s relatively easy for Seren to befriend most wolves, or at least be on good terms with them. She rarely antagonises another; though when her voice simmers to a hush, and her ethereal white-eyed gaze locks onto a wolf, this small female somehow becomes imposing despite her petite stature. She can be serious when she wants to — in fact, she rarely is, which makes such a state all the more momentous — her eye seem to darken, the air about her grows disquietingly still, and time seems to grind to a halt. That side of her wolves almost never see, but should she be reqired to, Seren has no qualms about intimidating a wolf two times her size.
And draw her ire, or incite her wrath… By the time she reaches that point, it’s often too late.
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Side: Good
Eye Color: White
Coat Colour: Varying shades of blue
Physical Build: Slight of frame, barely 60cm at the withers, this waif of a wolf is smaller than most. She is a petite, unassuming figure, draped in starry iridescence - as if the entire galaxy had been condensed into ethereal mist and breathed into her fur. The hairs are wispy, her coat thick and plush, luscious upon her nape and falling as decadent locks from her tail. They seem not to hang, but to drift off her, as if spider-silk thin and featherlight. Seren moves with such grace, so fast, that she appears not to have moved at all - as if in the blink of an eye, she were here one moment, and there the next. Her gait is soundless, her body so light that she almost seems to float as she walks; diminutive enough that she is rarely seen and even more seldomly heard. She stands deceptively casually, eyes half-lidded - no, her stance says, this little wolf is no threat. Her voice is a slow, low drawl, at odds with her slight frame; were it not for the motion of her black lips as she spoke, one might not even believe the words came from her. Though leanly muscled and finely crafted, she truly is a creature of little strength, though she does not flaunt her smallness nor her perceived ability. Apart from her starry coat and fleetness of foot, she appears completely average in matters of physical strength - after all, she's no threat, right?
Picture:
Personality: Laid-back, casual, and seeming to be rarely serious about most things, Seren is a tough nut to crack. She does not speak of her troubles; she deflects with a wit sharper than her bite, and retorts snappier than a lash of her tail. Perhaps she indulges in too many bad jokes, but a wolf with a quick tongue and clever wordplay she always has been. There is little to be discovered from her; Seren is a girl well-versed in manipulating herself out of situations, a talent she is unafraid to use. She knows most wolves underestimate her because of her size, and she lets them continue to think so - even encourages it sometimes.
She is non-confrontational, content to watch the action from a good distance away. Outwardly she displays an easygoing, lighthearted nature. She does not get involved - more neutral ground than anything else - but will when a situation calls for it. She often does not enter conflict until the last possible moment, preferring instead to spectate or simply leave. Mischievous, carefree, and almost even lazy, she does what is necessary and often nothing more. Her relaxed personality draws wolves like a magnet; it’s relatively easy for Seren to befriend most wolves, or at least be on good terms with them. She rarely antagonises another; though when her voice simmers to a hush, and her ethereal white-eyed gaze locks onto a wolf, this small female somehow becomes imposing despite her petite stature. She can be serious when she wants to — in fact, she rarely is, which makes such a state all the more momentous — her eye seem to darken, the air about her grows disquietingly still, and time seems to grind to a halt. That side of her wolves almost never see, but should she be reqired to, Seren has no qualms about intimidating a wolf two times her size.
And draw her ire, or incite her wrath… By the time she reaches that point, it’s often too late.
