Post by meowmix on Apr 23, 2009 0:10:28 GMT -5
.discordia
the character
name,eris.discordia
age,eternal.four dead winters
gender,forgotten.feminine
pack,hell.edryd
rank,
appearance: the lady stands at a mere 26 inches at the shoulder, with a streamlined appearance. Her fur is less thick than is sometimes typical of her breed, with less dramatic coloration, but she seems cultured all the same. Her golden eyes always seem to be weighing and judging her opponent, and her lips always seem to be on the verge of a sneer. There is a little more black around her right eye than her left, and her ears are edged in black.breed,goddess.Canis lupus baileyi, or Mexican lobo
eyes,fire.amber
pelt,silk.salt-and-pepper cream & rust
height,optional.26 inches
weight,evanescent.57 lbs
other,mysteries of the heavens.a black irregular ring around her right eye, making that eye seem somehow brighter and more fierce than the other, especially when she’s angry
personality:you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
'Cos hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals it hard
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
There is one word to describe miss Discordia perfectly: b.itch. She plays behind a painted smile, but her eyes will give it away at a moment. Essentially, she despises everything; all living things are peons. Superiority complex? You don’t even know.
She speaks in a mature, cultured sort of voice, each word dripping in sarcasm, and she plays to win every time. She has absolutely no consciousness of the lives and needs of other creatures, and lives to continue her own existence. Chaos begets chaos... and she has no problem living by this law. Abiding by the genuine belief that she is somehow better than every single creature she comes in contact with (or at least, that’s how she comes across), Discordia merely seems to tolerate general existence.
Favorite pastime: playing with other creatures’ minds. Although she has no issue with spilling blood, she would much rather have someone else do it for her, preferably under the wrong impression. In fact, she rather enjoys pitting wolves against each other, and will fade from the picture as soon as she sees blood. If ever accused of her crimes, she laughs it off as a joke or a little fun.
Essentially, she loves chaos for its own sake; there is no rhyme or reason, no scheming to her mind. She lives almost totally in the present, except for storing grudges. She could almost be called sociopathic.
Don’t get her angry, however; she has an explosive rage which smolders long after it should have died. She never forgets a slight, and lives for revenge. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood and a death for a life.The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"I told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best that's ever been."
history:fool mortal.read if you must
To say miss Discordia has not always been like this would be a lie; she never really was much of one for considering others. Pampered and petted growing up, there was never a challenge to her self-image of superiority, and by the time it came she was far too entrenched to change. In fact, she rather enjoys the flavor of sarcasm, and has since she was a pup; she used to play her brothers against each other just for the fun of being the one behind it all.
She grew up in a rather arid land, truth be told, but her pack reigned supreme in their region and never lost a battle with any raiders. Discordia’s mother never allowed her pack to suffer a slight, nor did she allow any wolf idiot enough to challenge or insult her survive. However, Discordia never knew her father; her mother would only smile savagely at the mention of him, and Discordia soon learned to put him from her mind. She hasn’t worried about it since she was a young pup.
Living under her mother’s paw soon grew boring for Discordia, along with the fact that Persephone became progressively more annoyed with her sarcastic daughter. With tensions running high between them, Discordia atypically chose to leave, though not without a parting comment or two. Her brothers both died in a raid just before her departure, but characteristically she didn’t care much. After all, they were peons. When she left, it was without conviction, passion or rage; she merely left to leave and spread the chaos which was her namesake.
”Because, mother dearest, I’ve got better things to do than be your princess.”
lineage:
birthpack, unnamed
sire,shadow.unknown
dam,night.persephone
siblings,hatred and war.ares and khan, brothers
mate, none
whelps, nonethe roleplayer
ooc name, meowmix
age,17
gender, lady
roleplay level,pwnsomenessidk, I’ve been around a bit... I’ve listed myself as high intermediate previously...
image courtesy latimesblogs.com; song-- “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” by Charlie Daniels
