Discord Id
Annika ( Aquarius#1524 )
Previous Characters
Rhys Morgan
Kythaera Argente
Rayyan
Character Name
Tatiana Vasiliu
Character Race & Sub-Race
Demi-Human; Lycanthrope
Alternate Graphic
Cu Sidhe; Hue 2866
Character Description
Tatiana is a small woman of about 5'2", built on a petite if almost fragile frame. Everything about her is pale, though she is far from being considered properly albinistic - her skin is a porcelain fairness with only freckles to ruin the illusion, and her hair is a light honey blonde. Her eyes, reserved yet gentle, are a clear green and set beneath rather expressive brows. One could say she has a traditional beauty about her, though her chin is stubborn and her nose a bit long for her - or so she believes. She has a small tattoo - unnervingly akin to a brand of some sort - just beneath her left collarbone.
Her other self, while large by traditional wolf standards, is a fairly small lycanthropic beast. Built as her human self is in almost perfect translation, her fur is a rich honey gold with bright streaks of white through her belly, down her legs, and along the underside of her tail. She is an agile wolf, built entirely for speed and grace.
Shard Plot Line
Brought here by Fenrir, though in her world he went by another name entirely, Tatiana will play a distinct role as one of the Great Wolf's children - proud and confident of her place in the world. She is distinctly neutral in her morality however, which means she can be swayed to a multitude of "sides", at least initially - but will always be called back to her Deity, in the end.
Special Role-play Ability
None immediately come to mind. Can this be edited later on?
Previous World
A world not unlike Earth itself, with only a varied history of whom old Gods were, are, and will be. A world in which werewolves were respected, if at times feared for their unnatural and oftentimes immortal capabilities.
Backstory
She was born a vuko-dlak. Not literally, no - no werewolf was truly born - but she came from a heritage. Born of a sire that took of a human mother, she was in a sense destined - put to the bite and the turn the moment she was deemed of majority. Yes, she was born to be vuko-dlak, but it was not a life she would have chosen had she known the way it would betray her.
Her life was easy for many years - the Vasilius were royalty in every sense of the word, having reigned over the lands in which they called theirs for as long as any living member could recall. Powerful, wealthy, cruel enough to take what they needed yet fair enough to give when it was needed of them. They were in turn feared. Beloved. Respected. She, daughter of the King - the Alpha - as she was, was destined for greatness. All her life she had been promised such, but jealousy and lies would be her downfall. Nights before her wedding to another, she was accosted - by whom, she would never know. A blade slid between ribs, silver by the way it burned and refused to heal. She was dying, she knew as much, as she lay left like refuse upon the floor of her own chambers.
Where would she go? She wondered. The tales never really clarified that part, usually anyway. She was no warrior. She had not died in childbirth. She'd done very little in her life, truly - still young as she was. So... Where would she go? She reached out as she lay there, the world around her dimming steadily. She was quite certain she'd already taken her last breath when she was enveloped in the warmth of fur and darkness. The wolf that shared her soul surged forward, clawing at the last thread of life, refusing to go so quietly into the night. She felt the distinct impression of satisfaction - "yes, this one will do nicely" - and then she was thrown into the world she now finds herself in. Confused, yet... Distinctly not alone, as the surge of belonging and others flooded her senses. She was home, now. Finally.
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