Post by Arwen Loup Garou on Nov 25, 2007 14:52:36 GMT -7
Name: Arwen Loup Garou
Age: 27
Looks: Dark hair, sometimes short, sometimes long, depends on the mood. Penetrating hazel eyes that change colors at times with clothing and moods. Vibrant green when her wolf awakes. Petite, average height. Fine features. Tattoos and piercings (not always in).
Type of Creature: Werewolf
History: Born a werewolf within a clan of Gypsies, she’s wild and carefree. She knows of magick and the occult. Raised in the band of Gypsies carrying the last name ‘Loup Garou’. Her life was that of a nomad, traveling where the family saw fit. They worshipped Lunar cycles and all things of nature. Her tribe was close, all brothers and sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, nieces and nephews. Her mother and father raised her to respect family and blood as well as the cosmos. Everything was universal.
They honored loyalty and respect above all. She however had a bit of an evil streak. Some of the family blamed it on the darker aspects of nature. But there were plenty of bad seeds in the clan. She just happened to be the one for her generation, though nothing she’d done could top her Great Aunt Sylvia’s antics. Their clan was old, all of the pack, all Loup Garou, in name and in truth. Werewolves. The beliefs they held were considered Pagan or Heathen in the modern world, and they knew of many mystical breeds. Stories were passed down the generations from Elders who witnessed Angels and Demons fall from the heavens, Gods and Goddesses be born. Vampires, Ghosts, Elements, Fairies, Elves, Gnomes, Witches, Sorcerors, Zombies, even Unicorns and Pegasus, Griffons, all animals or monsters, these breeds were in some way connected to her clan through myth that was sworn to be truth by the oldest of the pack. It just seemed natural for Arwen to believe it, so she always had.
She’d seen ghosts since childhood, and some breeds of woodland creatures, believed in witches (since she’d seen some of the other gypsies practice magick). But that was about as far as her personal experiences with the occult went. She even did some of her own small rituals handed down to her from her grandfather on certain holy nights. Though as she grew older she craved to know more of the world.
From time to time some of her family members wandered from the pack, and now it was her turn. She’d fled to New Orleans, following a gut instinct, but still roams far & wide as is her will.
((More will be added later as I further develop her character. ~Violet))
**Amended**
Arwen's sister, Lyra disappeared from the pack when she was 12. In part it was the loss of her sister that caused her to stray from the clan, to see what might have lead her sister away from the family for all these years. Arwen was 13 when Lyra disappeared, a week before Arwen's rite of passage.
She will travel the world on her own if she has to, to find anything she can about her sister's whereabouts.
Age: 27
Looks: Dark hair, sometimes short, sometimes long, depends on the mood. Penetrating hazel eyes that change colors at times with clothing and moods. Vibrant green when her wolf awakes. Petite, average height. Fine features. Tattoos and piercings (not always in).
Type of Creature: Werewolf
History: Born a werewolf within a clan of Gypsies, she’s wild and carefree. She knows of magick and the occult. Raised in the band of Gypsies carrying the last name ‘Loup Garou’. Her life was that of a nomad, traveling where the family saw fit. They worshipped Lunar cycles and all things of nature. Her tribe was close, all brothers and sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, nieces and nephews. Her mother and father raised her to respect family and blood as well as the cosmos. Everything was universal.
They honored loyalty and respect above all. She however had a bit of an evil streak. Some of the family blamed it on the darker aspects of nature. But there were plenty of bad seeds in the clan. She just happened to be the one for her generation, though nothing she’d done could top her Great Aunt Sylvia’s antics. Their clan was old, all of the pack, all Loup Garou, in name and in truth. Werewolves. The beliefs they held were considered Pagan or Heathen in the modern world, and they knew of many mystical breeds. Stories were passed down the generations from Elders who witnessed Angels and Demons fall from the heavens, Gods and Goddesses be born. Vampires, Ghosts, Elements, Fairies, Elves, Gnomes, Witches, Sorcerors, Zombies, even Unicorns and Pegasus, Griffons, all animals or monsters, these breeds were in some way connected to her clan through myth that was sworn to be truth by the oldest of the pack. It just seemed natural for Arwen to believe it, so she always had.
She’d seen ghosts since childhood, and some breeds of woodland creatures, believed in witches (since she’d seen some of the other gypsies practice magick). But that was about as far as her personal experiences with the occult went. She even did some of her own small rituals handed down to her from her grandfather on certain holy nights. Though as she grew older she craved to know more of the world.
From time to time some of her family members wandered from the pack, and now it was her turn. She’d fled to New Orleans, following a gut instinct, but still roams far & wide as is her will.
((More will be added later as I further develop her character. ~Violet))
**Amended**
Arwen's sister, Lyra disappeared from the pack when she was 12. In part it was the loss of her sister that caused her to stray from the clan, to see what might have lead her sister away from the family for all these years. Arwen was 13 when Lyra disappeared, a week before Arwen's rite of passage.
She will travel the world on her own if she has to, to find anything she can about her sister's whereabouts.
