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Prologue
+ NAME + Cierith
+ ALIAS + N/A
+ AGE + Unknown, appears approx.. late twenties-early thirties
+ GENDER + Female
+ STAR SIGN + The Southern Sanctum
+ BORN + Winter's Inception
+ ORIGIN + Mountains of Antera, East
+ SPECIES + Werewolf
+ RESIDENCE + Everywhere
+ OCCUPATION + Wayward Hunter
+ COUNTENANCE + Silver Hair / Silver-green eyes
+ STATURE + 5'9" / 125 lbs. of muscle.
+ SEXUALITY + Heterosexual


CH. I – Painting a Portrait
Cierith has a cold, cruel beauty to her.  Her features are sharp, with high angular eyebrows, eyes languid as they are scrutinizing, always sizing up, judging the worth and value of another, though most prove little in the ways of that.  She usually has a wry smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, lips full and soft, opening up to white, sharp teeth, complementing her already milky, porcelain skin.  And while she is beautiful, with silky silvery hair that flows down to just above her shoulder blades, her most defining feature are her eyes.  They are piercing; warm even at times, the green that rims the silver inviting and challenging.

Her body is powerful with a height of five foot nine inches, weighing in at a good 125 pounds, most of which is pure muscle.  Needless to say she is quite well built for a woman, all of which only attributes to her figure.  Her curves don't go crazy and her breasts remain partly modest in size, Cierith is beautiful and she knows it.  It's not that she's conceited, for there's a fine line between confidence and pride.  And she certainly walks with this confidence, her gaze always hungry, looking for the next meal, the next passion, the next powerplay.

+ NOTABLE MARKS +
Though she is beautiful, she is not unmarred.  She has several traces of scars on her body, claw marks in battles with other wolves for dominance.  Seeing as she's still alive, it seems she usually wins these fights.  Most notable of these scars are a pair of crisscrossed claw marks that decorate her back, going from the top of her shoulders down to waist, just below her ribs, a parting gift from her brother.

CH II – Mental Make-up
The wild woman, never to be tamed, Cierith is a cocky, loudmouth who takes what she wants when she wants it.  But don't be fooled, she isn't one to boast, and can back up anything she claims.  She is a woman of cruel intent, does what she pleases with little care for the consequences.  She is at one with the wolf within, cunning, intelligent, dangerous.  She makes no effort to hide her nature and takes pride in her power, though not necessarily her lineage.

While Cierith drowns herself in hedonism and vice, she sees little value in life itself.  Mortals are pitiful in their own self-importance, squabbling over petty things and wasting their lives away.  Perhaps there is some hypocrisy in this belief as she does so little to be productive in her own existence.  She'd be hard-pressed to care, however.

She's fiercely independent, strong-willed and dominant, cruel in nature.  She's a shameless tease, flirting even if it leads to nothing.  Sarcastic and ruthless, confident in her prowess, Cierith is possessive of not only objects, but people as well, and may protect her 'possessions' as she sees fit.  She makes it no secret that she is an Alpha.  She sees no value in weak emotions like love and sees it as burdensome and worthless, nothing good coming of it, nor has any use for people who are nothing more than burdens.  This would explain the fact that her pack consists of regular forest wolves rather than other werewolves because no one is strong enough to match her, and Cierith would rather not deal with possible threats to her leadership.

When angered, Cierith fights fiercely, like a wild animal, unleashing the beast inside, and will do even underhanded tactics to ensure her victory.  She has little morals, and no sense of honor.  She is used to fighting for domination her entire life, determined to let no one rule over her.

+ FAITH +
If you asked her what kind of gods she would believe in, she would only laugh hysterically.  Religion is little more than a joke to her and the people who follow them are nothing more than puppets on strings.  Cierith doesn't bother with the matters of faith, since it would almost be ironic considering her erratic lifestyle.  While she would not consider herself an atheist, as she is well versed in the existence of holy and not so holy forces in the world and other worlds, she will never put much faith in any god or goddess, as she feels there is more value in trusting in the world around you to survive, rather than a will and a prayer.

+ HABITS +
Cierith is promiscuous by nature, but is quite picky about her prospective lovers.  She's also quite addicted to drinking and various herbs and opiates to numb her senses to the blandness of the world around her.  She's possessive and territorial, but quick to dispose of when she's gotten bored.


CH III – Social

+ RELATIONSHIPS +
Cyrill, Father, Deceased
Venaede Kaiser, Vampire Hunter, Foe / Momentary ally
Quillik, Half-Brother, ENEMY (pronounced Kill-ik]


CH IV – Abilities / Skills
+ LYCANTHROPE +
Cierith has running in her veins a particularly strong form of werewolf blood, unique to her kind.  She is among the last of the Great Wolves, powerful full-blooded werewolves that lead packs of other werewolves called Clans, on a continent somewhere to the east.  They have more control over their transformations than others of their kind, are larger and faster when in wolf form.  Their bodies are particularly stronger as well, capable of ripping men in half with no trouble.  In addition, they have strong pheromones used to attract potential mates, as well as entrancing others to become their Thralls, or servants.

Cierith is a pureblooded Great Wolf, stemming from her father, her Maker, as she will refer to him at times.   When she changes, she may choose her full form, or any hybrid from in between.  Her fur becomes white, nearly that of snow, and her eyes change from their silver and take a more golden base to them, rimmed with silver.   And while silver weapons still hurt her, the damage is not quite as severe.  Cierith's blood gives her an extremely high tolerance for pain and damage. 

CH V – Gear / Equipment
Cierith has no gear to speak of other than the clothes on her back.

CH VI – Reflections of the Past
Cierith was made, not born, created as the True Heir to the leader of the Great Wolves of her Cyrill's clan, in the forested mountains of Antera.  Through blood and alchemy, she was created as a direct descendant rather than his 'son', Quillik, who was born of a secret affair of one of his wives.  But in having  a son, he was obligated to train him to take over his rule upon his death.

Quillik proved to be shrewd and ambitious, but bore the cowardly nature of his mother, than the heart of a true Great Wolf.  Both of his children grew as rivals of one another, though custom would have it that Quillik would take their father's place upon his death.  It wasn't long afterward that Cyrill was killed by mysterious means, suspected to have been murdered by an assassin of a rival clan.  Quillik took his father's place as Alpha, and attempted to take Cierith as a bride by force.

She managed to avoid capture, however, and returned in years later to battle her brother for her rightful place as leader of the clan.  The battle proved to be a stalemate, the place falling apart around them as Cierith fought until Quillik could no longer face her wrath.  She left him mortally wounded as the throne room was destroyed, though he managed to escape without her, leaving her back severely scarred, a parting gift, leaving her to be die in the rubble of the fortress Cyrill had called home.

She managed to survive however, coming to Le'ranna in search of her brother that she failed to kill in their homeland, knowing it was he had betrayed their father.  And she won't rest until she has his head in a box to display for all to see.

Just a rough history.  May go back and edit later.




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