Post by Inya on Jul 24, 2007 19:55:28 GMT -5
:: Basic_Informal ::
Name: Inya {In-ya}
Nicknames: Ina, Inya
Age: 153 [appears to be 18]
Sex: Female
Species: Demon Wolf
Breed: Arctic
:: Appearance_Mirrors ::
Build: Feminine, long, lean, strong
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Green
Clothes: A pair od black capris that ballon around her knees, and a black, sleeveless kimono top
Weapons: Bow and Arrow: Sword, Claws, Fangs
Inya is a white arctic wolf and as such, she is really large, stronger than most of the others in her home realm of Daenion, also known as Arcticaia. Her height in her true form is about four feet tall and her weight is about three hundred and forty-seven pounds. Her fur is solid white and very long. It also is very strong and surprising soft in touch. It protects her from fire, ice, and wind. Her eyes are bright blood red when she is angry or very tired, but usually are a nice icy blue. She has nine tails, all of which are as about as thick as a tree truck, and seven feet in length. Two sabres hang down on either side of her mouth, and she has very sharp claws on all four feet. As well as this, she is fast and agile, but due to her size, can be slow.
The she-wolf has a blue crescent mark on her forehead, with two pairings then a hoop at the top of her ear. Inya also has advanced hearing, smell, sight, and strength, speed, and determination through her training.
:Human Form:
She like all of her kin, can take a human form. Appearing to be about seventeen, the girl is well rounded in the chest, and hips, but not overly large. Inya is about five feet seven inches and weighs about one hundred twenty-nine pounds with a muscular, athletic build. Her hair comes to her butt, never pulled back to hide her ears. Though do not underestimate her power in this form. Inya wields a katakana and a set of throwing knives she never removes no matter what.
This so called human has many outfits but she has one favorite. She wears mostly a white and red sleeveless kimono rank top, that dips three inches from her collar bone. As a bottom to this outfit, it is usually a pair of black pants that balloon around the ankles, fitting loosely everywhere else. She maintains some wolf-like traits, such as long nails and canine senses such as smell, sight, and hearing as well as still having speed.
She prefers not to wear any shoes, and her toenails as well as just as long as her finger nails. Due to her demon origins, Inya can move faster and jumper higher than any other humans would be capable, thus being able to seemingly with her strength, 'fly' when she jumps from one place to another.
:: Personality_Traits ::
Outwardly cold and distant, Inya seems to care about no one but herself and often seems threatening and deadly. Her face always carry little emotion, only her eyes widening in pain or surprise. Though intelligent and tactful, she often pursues her own way, headstrong so to speak.
This makes her bad not to take another's advice, even when it might do her some good.
Though, if you were to get to know her, she would warm up to you and protect you no matter what would be to happen. Humans and her are rather close, and the demoness will make friends with wolves, cats, almost anything that won't try to kill her.
As a leader, she Inya will not show fear, she will not back down even from death. That is what makes her such a loyal and great Lady of the land. Inya also is the daughter of a ruler, very polite and well mannered, but not snotty in any way. She treats everyone that is her friend or ally the same, but enemies are not to trifle with her.
She does have a few weakness, faults so to speak. Fire weakens here and although she controls Ice, she herself is susceptible to burns and other injuries by many different elements. Also, she cannot stand heat or be found of the new moon, because she truly is stuck in one form; her human state, thus is open to attack. Her strength are strategy, battle, and seeing other weak points. To add on, she is also very smart.
:: History_Frozen ::
As stated before, she was born in a pack land known as Deanion or Arcticiaia, where the weather was called and very cruel. It was in a blizzard her parents met, and were pronounced mates three months later. She was born their first born, then her sister and two brothers. Inya showed signs of greatness even before she was a month old. Whenever she was ignored of angered, the icy air around her would turn into daggers of ice and be thrown at who ever angered her.
When the little pup was three months, she was sent to train with a teacher, so she could gain better control of her anger and as well to give her brothers' and sister's wounds time to heal after a particularly strong tantrum. Her teacher was a strong and gentle female named Itsya and she was very powerful, often punishing the little female by attacking her so fast, even she couldn't dodge her own attacks.
One day, Inya got back up after one hard blow of ice and she stared angrily at her teacher. Itsya laughed at the pups impudence and threw another round at her. Inya growled and as the ice was about a foot and a half away, she threw up her arms, causing the snowy grounds around her to erupt upward and form a dome over her. The icy daggers were sent back and her teacher was stunned, only dodging by hitting the deck. Inya had mastered something by instinct that ad taken years even for someone as strong as Itsya. Both she-wolves decided that day Inya needed to be marked. With permission by her family, Inya was adopted by he teacher.
Within a week of adopting her, Inya was given her crescent marking, blue to match her eyes; Also, she received three piercing on both ears. Now four months, Inya could preform rapid attacks and shield herself without hesitation. It was all strange to her, but she didn't have to think, instead she reacted as if she knew exactly what to do.
After spending about another ten years with her teacher, she returned to her parents, only to find that they had a new litter, only on male. Inya was angry, but didn't attack instead, she ran back to her teacher, crying and upset. What she got when she returned tested her to her limits. There in front of her, stood her teacher, ready for a true fight. She gave the young female only seconds to react, and when she did, she was scared for her life. Inya howled, and her eyes glowed red. Without thinking about it, she sent wave after wave of snow and ice attacks around her pecking, only marking non fatal places.
Soon though, Inya collapsed in exhaustion, only to be hit by a block of ice on the head. This caused her to slip into a coma for the next three years. When she awoke, her body was utterly drained of strength, and her teacher nowhere to be found. She slowly tried to get up, but when she sat up, chains jerked her fronts paws on either side. There was a metal brace over her mouth as well. When she glanced around, Inya wanted to scream and cry. Instead of her teacher or family's den, she was in a large cage, and there at the door stood four wolves.
All four were enemy nation wolves. She growled, and was surprised when one of the wolves smacked her across the muzzle. Soon after she had fallen into the coma, an attack had been set upon her home land, and it was almost destroyed. Her teacher was alive, as was her mother, and sister, but her father and brothers were dead. Only the females had been kept alive. Her teacher hadn't given up hope, and as Inya looked across the room, Itsya sat looking sad, but nevertheless determined to get loose.
Inya spent the next four years there, until her teacher and her managed to escape, saving all the other females from her land as well. The all female pack ran for it, and continuing running for many years, loosing track of how many it was, or how long it was. They did not return to her home land, instead they settled in a small, but comfortable northern city, where wolves like them lived and accepted them. Inya's teacher soon passed away, much to the she-wolf's dismay, but Inya was now over one hundred years old, and it was time she left the pack, something few in her village had dared do before.
On the same day as Itsya's death, Inya left the village, not telling anyone or saying good-bye. She just left, and roamed. That roaming she still does todays.
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