Post by Xenia Romanov on Mar 26, 2012 23:10:43 GMT -5
[/center]Xenia Alexandrovna Romanov
KNOW THAT I BROKE HER NECK A TWISTED CHINA WHITE VISAGE
I MAY SEEM UNAFFECTED
BUT DON'T WE ALL WANT TO BE GOD?
------------------------------------------------Hello! My name is Anastasia. I've been on this planet for 21 years, but I have 13 years of experience. You may know me from Top 50 Wolf RPG's. I have 1, Xenia, other crazies in this place.
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Full Name -- Xenia Alexandrovna Romanov
Nickname -- Xenia
Age -- 4 Years
Season of Birth -- Winter
Gender -- Female
Sexual Orientation -- Straight
Class -- Necromancer
Magics -- Nightmare and Raise Dead
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Likes -- Death, decay, ruins, obsidian rocks
Dislikes -- 'pure' or innocence, disloyalty, arrogance that isn't her own, cheerful know-it-alls
Fears -- Abandonment, dying and losing control
Strengths -- Trickery, manipulating other to her desires, raising the dead
Weaknesses -- Fighting, being nice, emotionally being close to someone
Overall Personality --Forever cold, the place where a compassionate heart should lie is a block of ice incapable of feeling anything but hatred, disdain, and cruelty. Twisted gears turn through her calculating mind as games of cat and mouse spin through her head, and thoughts of others death consume her ever living moment. From rosy pink lips velvet words slither and seduce her prey and make you believe in nothing but the beast from which they slip from. Xenia is a manipulative wolf, and the only time anything compassionate like would slither from her lips is if she has a goal in mind, or a game she desires to play with you. Like a snake in the grass she slithers through your thoughts and demands total attention, not the kind of attention a diva would require, but a deadly type of attraction that pulls you like a honey bee to a deadly flower.
Death. A common friend of this rather lovely flower of death, though to find herself dying brings fright to the vixen. For only the one thing she can control is the one thing that will eventually claim her own life too. She believes by providing sacrifices to those who control the patterns of nature she may be granted extra life, and in the end never die. Though that is a simple fantasy in the girls mind.
Unable to love another, Xenia has never felt a fondness or closeness to another wolf, or has she ever felt the desire for children. The burden of children would only delay her in her life plans, and leave her vulnerable, which is something she considers completely unacceptable. Love is a fools dream, and to this young vixen doesn't exist. She believes herself unable to be loved, and thus hides herself in a shell within her own mind and body. Now this isn't to say she will never partake in the pleasure of another company, but she will never desire anything more than their company through the cold nights.
She believes in loyalty, though will be the first to begin tricking and deceiving those around her. Only when in a pack setting when her word has been given to the pack will Xenia ever follow through with her word, any other time is subject to her trickery and games.
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Fur Color -- White
Eyes -- Blood Red
Height -- 3ft 5in
Weight -- 115lbs
Mutations -- Horns
Overall Appearance --Petite in size, though powerful in the mind. Xenia is a beautifully sculpted female, white ivory fur shining under the rainbow striped markings that cover her entire body from head to toe. Blood red eyes surrounded by pink and purple twisting and twirling stripes. Fading down her neck the stripes fade from deep purple to a blue which around her lower chest and back give away to greens and around her belly and legs yellow. Her legs are consumed by a mixture of reds, yellows, and oranges. Large spiraling horns adorn her head giving her and extra foot and half in length to her head. Her right front paw is completely dipped in a bloody red similar to her eye color, and her right left paw is completely painted a vibrant yellow in color. The young vixen only weighs about one hundred and fifteen pounds and isn't much when it comes to fighting.
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Birth Pack -- Loner
Overall History --Born to loner parents something was always odd about her upbringing, and just her birth. Xenia was born last of four pups, though the three before her all died within the first week of their birth. Her mother fell into a terrible depression, and her father was angered blaming her mother for her lacking skills to care for their children. About three months after her birth her father left, the fighting being to much for him and he simply picked up and left. Her mother's life was in shambles, and she took her anger out of her sole pup. Xenia learned from an early age that others were cruel, and that the world was a wolf eat wolf world, and in order to survive she'd have to be better than those around her. She stayed with her mother for a year before leaving, her mother now hysterical and growing madder by the day as her mind slowly slipped from her. The ideas of a structured pack always tugged at Xenia, though she never felt the need to join one quiet yet. She has finally come to the age of four years old and seeking a permanent place to live and settle herself for better or worse.
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