>..Halia

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>..Halia


name: Halia [Hawaiian – ‘remembrance of a loved one’]
gender: Female
pack: Edryd
rank: The Children of Edryd

appearance:

eyes, A pearly silver
pelt, A complicated mix of auburns, silvers and whites, but mainly black, like her father.
potential height,
potential weight,
other, Her left hind leg is a deep red like flames, and the right is the same up to the ankle but in silver. A contrasting hued crescent is draped over the shoulder blades, so that it looks silver one way, and red the other.


personality:

How, in every visible way, you shine
As if the stars in your wake align
Almost impossible to malign

Halia, with her lushious colouring flavours the Eryd landscape. She, in herself, is the shining figurehead that Mele represents, she would never be a true Gatekeeper, but she would glow in the process. Her face, her smile, her eyes, all draw you in with a sense of security, of loss, vulnerability, the way the dancers entice the male race from the safety of their poles.

But just below where you shine, you burn
Although I know it, I never learn
Just goes to show that I can't discern

She writhes with the loss of childhood, the crude lifestyle, the feeling at being outnumbered by her brothers. Herself and Magdelane are the only females in her litter, and this has left her with a feminist attitude. This approach covers the even greater discomfort of living in Edryd. She had adapted to it, shaped it round her, like her mother before her, but something is always out of place.

Aluminum to me
Aluminium to some
You can shine like silver all you want
But you're just Aluminum

O.K. So the general opinion is that she is a fake. Her mother is a fake statue to symbolise the crown, whilst the roundheads take over the royalists. Halia works in the same way. She will never quite be what her mother wants, but she is defintely getting to where Mele is herself.

Illuminating just what you want to show
You'd never rust, but I'd never know
You can't be trusted, I can't let go

Such the actress reborn. She wont show the secret love she feels for her family. She wont even show that love is all she wants to recieve. Somewhere, in the depths of her heart, she will romance out of the hollow birch trees. Halia doesn't want to be forgotton, wants someone to call home. But this is all behind the thickly painted lies, behind the mask she has coated around her bodice. But these lies are too strong, too willing, too passionate to ignore, and others soon fall for the snare.

Every time you're here, I forget
When you leave, you leave only regret
Every time you're here, I forget
Everything

She took the sacred fruit, and passed it round to share. Her unquenchable thirst for passion burns through in an array similar to a upper class prostitute. She leaves her victims wanting more, forgetting their sins in her embrace, whilst she is left to burn in hers, knowing that this unfortunate soul is a mere game. But once she's gone, her prey merely feels revolted with himself for falling for it, then at the same time, regretting that she has gone, wanting more, more, more. Such is the scheme of things in this merry, merry life.

You're so lightweight, how can you survive?
Recycling moments from others' lives
You're not as precious as you contrive

As Halia so frequently reminds her of herself, Mele is constantly bringing her round to her way of thinking. Ever heard the phrase, 'Living your life out for you'? She doesn't want Halia to make the same mistakes she made. It seems Halia is reliving Mele's life, choosing the same routes - thinking its all her, all original, unique, but really, is it?

Yeah, you're just Aluminum

lineage:
birthpack, Edryd Wolves

sire, Enigma
dam, Mele
siblings, Moth, Magdalene, Merridew, Rex, Albtraum, Koieal

the roleplayer

ooc name: Flax
age: 16
gender: femme
roleplay level: semi lit +