Post by Crystal on Apr 30, 2005 22:26:07 GMT -5
Player Title: Strike
Full Birth Name: Crystal Moonshallow
Alias/ nickname: Crystal
Race: Kragarian - Werewolf
Gender: Female
Age: approximately 3,500
Physical Appearance:
Crystal looks very similar to her brother, only her hair extends down to her waist and is more white in color with silvered streaks. Her features are angled as his are though she is much smaller. Her eyes are several shades of grey.
Typically seen wearing her normal; darkened leather, her pants form fitting though flexible. Her shirt involved a halter top where the straps conjoin at the neck. Clasps decorate the front.
Personality Traits:
Once a frenzied creature, Crystal has calmed and learned the art of collecting herself first. Though she is not afraid to hold her nose high still and shoot sarcastic remarks to anyone. Crystal believes in herself and firmly stands that she is the only one she herself can trust and no one else. Physical contact is a big no-no for this femme and any form of rebellion is not to be tolerated. Though, she has become more fair and relaxed over the years, she still casts narrowed eyes on suspicious behavior. Which to her is almost anything.
Weaponry:
Old styled Sai. She holds two of them in easy access clasps at both sides. Eash is identical to the other and are decorated with black ink of runic and lines forming a language.
History Summary:
Growing up a nice peacful life, Crystal finally reached the age where her body stopped growing and her image froze in time, as all Kragarians have. He father was never very well around and thank the gods! The man was a dark soul and out to kill all within his way. Her mother was around however, and as well as her brother, Strike. Coming home one afternoon, after exploring the woods as usual, she walked in to find a tradgedy. Her mother laid strewn in a puddle of blood at her feet. Killed by their own metal. Her white hair and appearances had always matched her mother's. As she looked up, there stood her brother holding the sword that had slain their mother. What drove him, she did not know, but he came at her next. She was stunned that the brother she was so close to, had done such an act. The blade slipped between her rib bones with ease, stumbling to the ground she died.
Many years later (this year) she was brought back. Be it the unbalance of power within the air, or a spell gone wrong, she was back. Rising in the center of a forest where she was buried, she breathed life once more. Of course, her race's powers had fled her, leaving her like a normal werewolf. She didn’t have the speed like one, but her strength matched still, and her transformation was delayed to only a full moon. This makes her feel weak.
At this point in time she has wandered and learned quickly the new adaptions of humans and the way earth was now run. She soon took on her own part in it and found a weapon she could use with simplicity. Hearing a war had broken out long ago between the two species, she decided to take a closer look, knowing somehow her brother would be some part of it. He resented Iris after she left, and she was a vmapire after all.
Now she finds herself, here, weak, her mind dying, but her will still running wild and free.
Update: Crystal had become fully adapted to the city. Through the years, she aligned herself with many people, unsure of her direction. Finally, she settled back at the mall with her brother’s pack as reality shifted around them. Once the battle with Angels hit, she was invited to aid Strike, something she hadn’t considered ever doing again. But the opportunity was one she could not resist. While he left to explore the new world and bring them back information, she would watch his pack. How she missed being a main contribution to a pack. The opportunity could not be missed. Now she waits for him to return home, though after 10 years things are looking bleaker and bleaker. Which is no concern to her.
((this information is jumbled and I do apologize. She is not a main character of mine and she was rather thrown together for plot reasons.)