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Full Name: Ithil Nar (Moon Fire) Gender: Femme Age: 4 Birth Dar: 12 - December - 2005 Species: Coven Ibernus Allegiance: Neutral, however she dislikes both gods. Power: Siberian Lynx Shifter (III), Blood Rage (II), Reincarnation (I) Appearance(s): Wolf Form – Ithil Nar Was once a splendid being, her coat was a deep ebony with the most wondrous silver and crimson streaks. Each streak was as randomly placed as the stars in the sky. Silver orbs, glimmering brightly under the glittering moon, matching its intensity, used to be as pure as any moon lit pane. But now, now she was a monster. When Aslana cast the star down upon the world everything changed. At first it was small wings at her sides, then growing from her cranium like a crown was a rack of elk antlers. But it what was thought as, slight mutations, soon grew into a catastrophe. Feathers appeared at the top of her head, came down to the nape of her neck, and on to trail a long line down her spine and end in a crown of long feathers around her tail. Her wings grew to be at least fourteen feet from tip to tip. Silver eyes had become ringed with crimson. Crimson rings, one outer circle, outlining her iris, then one inner circle, outlining her pupil. She became a monster. Her crimson and silver streaks formed to create three stripes on her back, but only the red came together to mix and create her long red feathers. Feathers even managed to grow at her elbows, as small and unnoticeable as they were, they were still there. Her bones started hallowing out and lightening to create easier flight. All but her skull and antlers. However strong muscles allow them to be supported. Ribs extended to accommodate protection for new organs allowing her to reach higher heights in the air. She can breathe in higher altitudes Lynx Form – What was once cream fur with beautiful black spots and orangish red lowlights, stayed as cream fur with beautiful black spots and red lowlights. However the traits carried over into her lynx form. Bull elk antlers, feathers that were light beige with black specks and red lowlights… Even her wings transferred over, and her eyes… To disguise herself as a lynx was impossible, it was truly a curse. History: Ithil Nar was every classification of a runt, small, quiet, but strong on the inside. Despite being born into the Dark Coven, she had always fought for peace amongst the pack, even though she was not peace maker. She was never afraid, never took offense to insult, even managed to speak her mind when she wanted to. Although at times she was quick to anger, she was also the one wolves could speak to, the mellow down to earth wolf with a fire. Despite her hardened outer layer towards insults, she would spontaneously put other wolves in their place. Around the age were she was old enough to be out on her own, her parents left the pack, escaping to the outside world to later die. They had left the three behind, not even bothering to tell them were they were going, nor when they would be back. Karcanis and Ithil Nen set off on a trek in the middle of the night, disappearing and leaving Ithil Nar to the brutality of the pack. However Ithil Nar had grown to love the pack, and could not imagine what it would be like to abandon the pack for such a thing as looking for her family. Instead she preferred to stick in the pack rather than risk being stuck on the outside. No, she was happy with her ranking, as long as she didn’t end up at the bottom of the totem pole she was content. Ithil Nar was not known for starting trouble, she wasn’t even known for starting fights but rather ending them, no matter her status. In her mind, most fights were stupid unless both sides and reasons were explained and understood first. That was when it happened. Ithil fast developed a hatred for Howl, a brute in the pack that seemed to treat the alpha like he was yesterday’s garbage… It seemed to her that he was always craving Lithium’s position, and despite being younger than her, he always had a higher ranking. However the night of the star, were Alsana graced them with her presence… She could not help but feel grateful when she found Howl writhing around on the ground like some infant puppy suffocating under another wolf’s grasp… But at the same time she was curious, whether it was the fact she touched the star, or the fact that she was any were near it, she did not know. But next thing she knew… She was a monstrosity. A freak of nature with chicken wings and antlers sprouting from her body. Her own body had been painful, each movement, each wind brushing up against her began to hurt like hell. Headaches split her skull, and everything took a downfall. Ithil had once attacked the pack, it was the exact time of Saphice’s birthing in their lands. If she could call it hers any longer. The pain had finally gotten to her and she went insane, tore into her own right leg with as much anger as a killer bee trying to protect its hive. Luckily she did not hit anything major. What happened she was not quite sure, from hitting a tree, to the point were she attacked the wolves of her pack… It was all a blur. A rush of insanity that blocked parts of her memory from her. But what was worst of all was that she actually tried to attack the pups.. Sweet darling, innocent pups that she craved so much… If there was anything that lasted in her memory, it was them, and her begging for the others to knock her out. Last thing she remembered was Howl biting into her left hind leg, then Lith and some other wolf pinning her down. Her voice had crept from her throat like a ghost, commanding, ordering Howl to go to Saphice, to talk to her. But the stubborn idiot of a wolf did not listen, he refused… And then she lost it. Ithil had traveled for days, weeks without a true meal, just a few morsels here and there. With her body shifting so fast, she had not the energy to hunt, each time she stopped walking, she slept. But thanks to an unlucky rabbit, she was able to gain energy again, and soon continue on to pounce on other unfortunates. With her new mutations, she had not taken them heavily. Sure they caused her whole world to flip upside down, but hell… She could live through that. They even helped when Howl found a shard, yeah… Ithil Nar, hater of Howl, helped. Maybe the femme was gaining a soft spot for the wolf. Or maybe chickens would fly out of her nonexistent pants. Despite her earlier friendship with Eidolon, she doubted that the femme would ever talk to her again. So she was left alone once again, wandering loner lands despite her faith for Dark Coven. That was when she met Zangokuse they made a fast... friendship. Then he abruptly left her to her own thoughts. About a month later she found her new skill, Blood Rage. After a while, she happened to fallow her pack to the Celestial Glacier, almost as curious as they were, but rather weary. When a war broke out among Dark Coven and Night's Fire, she could not help but grow more angrier than happy. This is were she happened upon Terces, a male wolf that she really did not mind. He seemed calm enough, but had to leave abruptly. As the earth split, and a cave opened (leaving many wolves falling) she met up with the rest of the wolven at the bottom. A figure had appeared and asked those whom had entered the cave, who wanted the power of Reflection. Ithil Nar, despite her Blood Rage and Shifter abilities, rejected the power. Choosing to stick with her ailments rather than choose a new one. When she returned home, she had a long talk with Lithium, trying to talk sense into the war crazed alpha about both Howl, and the war in question. After blatantly going crazy again by the smell of blood and her own fatigue and hunger, she ended up leaving the pack. Lashing out at Lithium in her own blood rage and anger. After she was not sure she was to leave DC, was not sure if that day was just a dream. So she flew to Jael Mountain to collect mountain herbs, after all, her own stores were down. This was the place were she met Flick, a red wolf that resembled Lithium far to much for his own good. Yet he was more understanding, he even offered to use his reflection powers to aid her when her blood rage took over or if she ended up stuck in her lynx form. That night she slept on the mountain, coming to realization of what she had done. Yet despite the fear, she was relieved that she had finally cut her ties to DC. After that, when a pack meeting was called by the Jaded Alphess, she appeared in a crash landing. At this point, other wolves were appearing as she was announcing herself. As Dark Coven. Flick stood behind her back, but Zango, her friend from the desert, had opposed her joining the pack. Angrily she lashed out in a vocal upset, yelling at Zango for misjudging her and condemning her for her pack's deeds. Deeds she did not participate in. Then the shift started to happen, but she was not ready for it.... Luckily Flick was able to calm her down enough to the point were she could regain control. After she ended up telling the pack that she could not make a new start there, not with a wolf that with a simple look, could remind her of the past she hated. It was a decision that was hard to make, but necessary. She could not heal open wounds while there. Thus, she continued looking. Other: Gets moody during rut season, has elongated legs, less of a sense of smell, greater eye sight, head aches from spring to mid-summer. Does not lose her antlers at all. If she breaks an antler/tine, in the spring she will grow them back, and then they will grow on overtime until they reach length that they were supposed to be at. Parents: Ithil (Moon) – Mother / Nen (Water) - Father Siblings: Karcanis (Name has no meanings) – Brother – First Born / Ithil Nen (Moon Water) – Brother, second born //Whereabouts of both are unknown// Mate: Longing for and searching finally... Pups: Wanted badly Other Wolf’s Requiem Characters: Phoenix – Fire Elemental Tier III / Shrink Tier I – Adult born in Nights Fire, Adopted in BT. Spynx Wilwarin - Guided Tier I - Adult of Nights Fire Lost in a torrent of shame, my leniage has abandoned me... What next? What next? I don't know but I will do what ever I can to stop the rest of the pack from splitting... that is my vow... It is and it always will be. I am Ithil Nar, Moon Fire, hear me, know me, see me. Feel my wrath when it comes, know that you have pushed the line. Lit the fuse to an anger that rarely comes. Burn, burn by the moon for causing a ruckus... For I am... Ithil Nar, Subordinate not by choice... But by order. Abandonment, it runs through my veins. Even my pack seems to have lost all care for their loyal subordinate. My vow has been tested, my dream shattered... What next? Leave the pack? Or stay under their negligence? Watching in shame as they tear themselves apart, unable to do anything but stand by under my Alpha's watchful eyes.... "We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems.” (quote by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy

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CHARACTER MUSIC

As you all know or at least most of you, I have been planning music out for my characters. Ones that seem to fit them. Each song I come up with I will name then proceed to put a description on why and what it reminds me of. Of course this will take place AFTER the table. If you have any suggestions, feel free to drop on in and PM me about it.

(under construction)

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Music to be explained tomorrow.

[Howl]

Now according to her birthdate she is 3!

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ARTWORK: will start to be logged here... forgive me if it takes awhile to get yours up. If you can, send me the link!



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