Lucaria ;; Prescient

[Lucaria]

We were young;;

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LUCARIA




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For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.

With a smile, we were born. Well adjusted children, slowly aging;;

Here's a little about me..

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[/color] Lucaria
--- But you can call me Lu, LuLu, Luc, or Luca.
--- I've been around for three and one half summers.
--- And I was born on October Twenty-Fifth
--- Last time I checked I was female
--- I am five feet and three inches tall, and I weigh one hundred and twenty pounds.
--- I prefer both genders as my partners.
--- You may notice that I am a Prescient.
--- Hey, I'm able to have children.

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Born of age, replace our youth with logic. Then slowly the child, that child, is tragic;;

How you will recognize me..

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[/color] shade of orchid pink with rose laden shadows.
--- My markings can be found adorned all over my lithe frame. Swirls of ebony of deep violet mark my chest and belly, and my tail is ringed with a deep lavender. My face is painted with white, and the black that wings thickly around my eyes protects my vision from light obstruction. My forearms are heavily streaked with jagged lines of ivory, and my legs are dipped in an abyssal black.
--- I have a slender and toned form.
--- If you look in to my eyes you'll notice they're bright blue-green with a round pupil.
--- My pads are white
--- And my tongue, teeth and gums are nothing out of the ordinary. My tongue is a healthy pink, but my gums lack much of a floral shade, showing my subtle dehydration. My teeth are white like pearl, but are far from benign.
--- wouldn't call them deformities, but on my body I have no notable mutations
--- Ouch, I've got a heart shaped scar upon the side of my right forepaw, and various remnants of lacerations upon my neck which are cleverly hidden by my thick black mane.
--- I'm cursed with Sado-masochism
--- To you, I probably sound like I've got a cold, but sometimes I find it difficult to speak as my throat strains and tightens when I talk too much or too loudly. I try to avoid pointless conversation, but when you hear me speak, my voice bounces slightly with a British accent which adorns the calmed feminine tone of my vocals

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With the progression of, an obsession with time. Make it mine, to say Goodbye;;

Everybody has a personality...

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--- The Good;; She rarely shows her soft side, but alas, her tough exterior can easily be beaten down but only by those she truly cares about. She is so gentle, kind, and loving, a completely different character when she is around those that she loves. Even her general friends do not know this side of her. Around her allies, she tends to be very humorous, bubbly even, and not only does her playfulness come about, so does the flirtatiousness. Lucaria is also quite the humorous character, for she is sociologically confused. She doesn't understand body language well, except for when it's her own, and doesn't get the concept of any type of speech other than proper "English". Being very mindful of her manners towards all who she finds deserving of them, most would see her as the gentleman's lady, yet, being as intolerable as she is, this can be far from true; not to mention her lusty side (which is hardly revealed).


--- The Bad;; Most of her is bad. She is assertive, questioning, and very demanding, especially when it comes to her answers. She doesn't like not knowing things, but she will openly admit to not being a genius. She can be moody, and snaps a lot at others, but this is all just a facade to cover how soft she can really be.
She likes to nip at others, even for no reason. Her biting fetish causes her to teeth on most things and she enjoys eating quite a bit, but she is hardly 'fat'.
She is highly untrusting of others as well, thus making it difficult for her to accept any newcomers to a pack that she has become acquainted with due to her being protective of her comrades.


--- The Dirty;; Although love does not come often for her, when she does find it, she tends to be very flirtatious and 'handsy'. Like said, she has a biting fetish and will probably nip more often and more playfully at her significant other. When around allies that she can easily open up to, yes, she does become a bit flirty, but this is either to impress or gain positive attention. She hates knowing another is mad at or hates her for some reason, thus, she tries her best to maintain a positive reputation aside from her wrongful ways of doing so. But, unlike most hormone drugged adolescents or newly fledged adults, a wag of her hips or a sexy, seductive compliment is all she will send in the way of her friends, although, to a lover or crush, she may step up the game depending on her confidence.

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- Chewing things
- Shiny things
- Silence and Solitude

--- I'm not fond of:
- The feeling of hunger
- Excess sunlight
- New comers


--- I have a few quirks and habits:
- Obsessed with friends and allies, the moonlight, and loyalty. Believes in life after death, ghosts, and karma. Habitually chews on own tongue and nips at others whilst lacking reason to do so.
--- My strengths would probably be:
- Sprinting
- Close combat assault and feuding
- Family affair
--- My weaknesses would probably be:
- Broken heart
- Weak right forearm
- No desire for asphyxiation; does not like being assertively held down and bitten around her neck unless it is for play
- Tends to go oblivious when others try to comfort or talk to her during times of depression
- Will go on anger strikes for days when problems arise and stress hits her; may often disappear until she stabilizes
- Picks on newcomers to test their level of tolerance if she finds them to be worth talking to upon first impression (her way of saying "hey, I might want to get to know you)
- Is generally a bit picky and rude towards males
--- Shh, I have a secret:
- She has had a child before, but ended up killing it when put on an ultimatum. She doesn't want anyone to know about her former lover Aeryce, or anything having to do with her.

--- I have to admit, I'm afraid of:
- Dying alone
- Fear in itself; panic
- Males; she has fear aggression which explains why she asserts herself rather than growing timid (some males though she will be too intimidated by to get snippy with)

--- Hey, I'm proud of my accomplishments, and I'm ashamed of my failures:
- ACCOMPLISHED ;; Self-healing of the soul and heart
- FAILED ;; Holding the only relationship she truly wanted

--- Oh, and you should probably know that:
I have no other notable details


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You're only a moment away, a severed dream to live. Well, nights like these it strikes me, I could only quit breathing;;

My past is a window..

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Xy' Cele is Alive, and her whereabouts are unknown

Byrin is deceased, and he will never come back


--- I was born along side:

No one



--- Other significant people in my life are/were:
Aeryce, Novocain


--- I would have to say my best memory so far is:
Novocain;; as a childhood friend, he's the only one who'd understand the pain, and the only one I thus far regret abandoning

--- I would have to say my worst memory so far is:
Aeryce;; a broken heart was all she could give in return for my obsessive efforts



--- Let me tell you a story about myself:

Using post sample to describe major point in her past.

The world that enveloped her; her atmosphere, thickening with the moon's oncoming ebony colored threads that would soon weave tightly through the world's border and reach out to the sky above her. Right now, the maiden's eyes were a faded orange, opaque over the brightened shade of blue in which always depicted some type of fantasized happiness. The sunset's tired blaze left a fragile blanket of warmer tones over the globe that she looked up to, yet all the while, her vision was obscured by memories, and feelings swarmed by that of nostalgia.

The room was quiet, empty aside from the scraping of fallen leaves over the cracked marble floors. Beyond her stood a row of white, roman-like pillars that only briefly would conceal the emerald meadow that seemed to hide such a forsaken place in what many would call no where. The pillars left grayed bars between the summery silhouette of the sunset, and her own shadow, elongated and thickly colored over the smooth substrate, seemed to dance in foil to her slump movements.

The room seemed similar to an old bus station; old fashioned wood and metal benches stood back to back in a single row down the long hallway who's western side was left open and exposed to the falling sun, held up by the faded white pillars. The wood was either broken, coated in lichens, or scratched and carved into, as the metal frame of it still held on to it's intricate glory aside from the rust the coated the soft swirling bars that were creatively designed as arm rests and legs.

To her left, as opposed to the exposed side of the room, there was a wall. Bland, cracked, covered in peeling white paint; it gave off a sense of hopelessness.

Optics seemed to search as if in longing; wondering, scanning the room in a way that seemed more like her present self was suddenly thrown into a dream-altered memory. While eyes flickered and darted throughout the narrowed, yet long and repetitive hall, she could see nothing but the faded phantoms of a human civilization that has long been deceased. The figures sat on the benches, their bodies dark, but transparent and their faces hidden by hoods and hats, all waiting for a train that would never come again through the wide expanse of golden-green hills and meadows.
As each seemed to suddenly appear, her ears fell back against her skull, and her tensed bodice sneaked hastily along the tattered wall as far away from the scentless specters as she could manage to get although they didn't even seem to notice her, as if, maybe, they were living in a completely different time than she was seeing them in.

She whined softly, her head turning face forward and she scurried towards the opposing end of the station, but before it was within reach, her name seemed to sing; bounce through her perked tunnels as her form halted and her head turned towards the surprisingly bright light that approached her slowly from the outside of the station.

Surrounded by a curtain of glistening gold, the she-wolf stepped over the marble platform, from the grass and into the room with Lucaria. Luc straightened her body and became more relaxed; the feeling of the ghost's essences faded with the paranormal bodies themselves. Everything seemed brighter, happier, as if the sudden appearance of this old memory's character triggered another time change, yet, this creature still made it apparent that she too, was only another ghost.

Luc took a step closer, her eyes beaming into the bright, glowing green ones of the lover she once knew; both in equal height, in equal stare, as if they mirrored each other in different coats. With her surprised look reflected, Luc's instinct and how she read the body language of her old companion briefly overwhelmed her with the feeling of ecstasy. Brisk steps carried her forth, but the memory stepped back, and her face turned glum, sad, and seemingly beckoning for her to squeeze the last bit of sympathy from her dried, cracked heart and to be drenched in it.

This was the expression that held Lucaria firmly in her place, her lids twitching over her right eye, and lips curling upward somewhat angrily. It was a look of false mourning, fake guilt, and every time Luc's eyes fell upon such a face, her heart would break in two, but her fury would bubble up and coat her common sense with a frantic desire for regaining lost dignity and pride.
Her eyes narrowed at the now simple, wholesome female that stood before her; untouched by any thread of gold or ribbon of light. She now, was but a normal wolf.

I'm Sorry, her lips spoke inaudibly; words were formed but never said, her voice was unheard. Lucaria's visions were locked with the huntress's own and the face of rage seemed to stare back at her through the watery orbs that threatened to hide themselves behind the whitened lids of the she-wolf.

She lied to me.
Lucaria suppressed a snarl, but the twitching of her upper lip gave away her want to clamp her jaws around something to relieve the pressure of her rage.
Heart broken ...
Her jaws parted, ivory shards revealing themselves momentarily before slashing threw the air with the sudden thrusting of Luc's head towards the temptress's neck, but unlike what she had expected and has experienced, her jaws clicked shut tightly with nothing but air trapped between them.

She opened her eyes, and nothing was there. Lingering over the spot where the wolf once stood, she looked around in a state of confusion, but it wasn't long before she caught sight of a glimmering figure surrounded by strands of white light and enveloped in a sunlight veil. Her back was turned to Lucaria, and her presence was distant now. Luccaria watched as the wolf continued to fade, her image slowly disappearing as she neared the top of the hill just beyond the station that Luc now stood in.
She took a step forth, but stopped, and her lips parted with the compulsion to speak.

Aeryce!!
She called out, yet before the name could be finished cleanly, her throat clenched and ceased her words. Dropping her head, she hacked several times in trying to clear her weakened pipes; her breath came quickly and shortened as she soothed her chords.
Looking up, the world around her seemed to have deteriorated. The benches were now either completely broken to pieces and tossed about over ground, or missing in places. Part of the ceiling was gone, and several of the pillars that held it up on the western side were busted and broken away. The atmosphere was dark, the sky beyond her looking crimson in color, but the only thing that hadn't changed was the wolf walking away.

Lucaria went to speak again, but looking back upon what had happened last, she decided not to. But, nevertheless, the creature in the distance made one final turn, but to Lucaria's horror, the female looked at her with a regulated expression, but the whole way around the maiden's neck was cut, ripped open, her throat bloody and exposed.

Luc's eyes widened in a state of panic and remembrance.
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We walk in bright colors, like we were only born to fade away;;

Just a little more..

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[/color] Hey, man. Rules are there for a reason, I wouldn't want to be caught off guard by something I should know:
I've read the rules.
--- * If I had to choose a theme song, it would be:
Emergency
--- * I almost forgot!:
Nothing!
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I know, those bright eyes. A reflection of mine, that were slowly fading;;

My loving master..

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XENNIE

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Age;; Fifteen
Experience;; About four to five
Characters;; Vice and Lucryn

Aliases;; Xennie, XenXen, Xen, Xenneth, X, LuLu, Lu, Luc, Abby, AbbyBear, Abbz, Abbzerz (Cresen only, please)

Give credits!
Character copyright to;; Aslynn "Xen" Brooks
Design copyright to;; Aslynn "Xen" Brooks
Quote copyright to;; Lord Byron
Image copyright to;; Manipulations are to Aslynn "Xen" Brooks and photography is to ChrysocyonFrax

Oh, hey. This template was created by Noctis for Memento Mori's uses only. Do not steal this, it is considered plagiarism. All lyrics in this template are copyright to the band Mass Undergoe. I do not take credit for them.

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