WICCA [not done]

[WICCA !]

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and freefall into the abyss below

Name :: wicca.

Alias :: wic, but only her sister called her that.

Age :: nineteen.

Gender :: female.

Element :: earth...kinda.

Pack :: loner.

Rank :: none.

just let yourself go with the flow

Appearance ::

Wicca can be described as no more than a ghost, to be very honest with you. She's thin and willowy, with four stilt-like things for legs and very narrow features. Wicca, despite her curvy, lithe figure, does not possess the grace of an apparition. Because of an "accident" when she was younger, she stands rather crookedly, her left shoulder sagging out of its socket. She hasn't been able to relocate it, and really never plans to. Too much pain, physically and emotionally. This injury causes dull pain and a weird limp when she walks. Adding to her ghostly aura are her eyes, her doleful, haunted eyes. They're narrow and dangerous looking, almost catlike in shape. Another unusual thing about them is that they are a most lovely shade of violet, looking as if their color had been taken directly from a faery's wing.

Wicca's got a few scars here and there, the most prominent of them being the huge rake like claw marks on her injured shoulder. Bet you're wondering how they got there? I'm sure the suspense is killing you! Too bad you have to wait until her history to find out! Anyway, there's also something about Wicca that makes her seem a bit...haggard. Her pretty little body is hopelessly thin. She's like some sort of will-o-wisp, just floating around with a wrenched shoulder. Her shoulder blades stick out, her ribs visible, making her look completely emaciated most of the time. That shoulder makes it really hard for her to hunt...luckily she's got a little friend to help her out.

Personality ::

Wicca isn't sociable. At all. In fact, she's downright misanthropic. This female avoids the contact of others at all costs, usually sticking close to the shadows and the trees. She will admit very bluntly that she hates a lot of other wolves. She especially hates the vast majority of males. Females don't bother her as much, but a lot of them annoy her too. I bet you're thinking she hates everyone and everything, right? A pessimist who's glass is always half empty...Well, you're right...kind of. Sure, Wicca has a deep seated hatred for many wolves, but there are a few she opens up to. She prefers quiet wolves, ones that don't bather on for ten hours about nothing of importance. She likes intelligence and decent wolves. Hard to find these days, she always says. Her anger and weird ethereal beauty makes her seem extremely intimidating to a lot of others. She sort of screams "APPROACH AT YOUR OWN RISK."

For her, avoiding others isn't really an issue, because she's practically invisible anyway. Much too reserved and shy to talk to anyone, Wicca usually fades into the background like a meaningless thought. She doesn't mind, though, as she would rather be a distant memory than a persistent thought. In fact, she WANTS others to forget her. It's easier that way. Don't you dare take her shyness as a weakness, though. She's not weak emotionally. Just very...beat down. She doesn't let anyone see that vulnerability, that feeling that she has been knocked down so many times that she can't get back up. She keeps it all bottled up, locked away in the deep pits of her soul, as cliche as it is.

Another reason why it is easy for Wicca to avoid others, is because others avoid her about...eighty percent of the time. Why? Because...well...she can be a little strange. Let me just put it in a way that a random stranger would describe it..."That Wicca...she's just weird. She's always talking to that huge raven that follows her around. Oh! And she always keeps to herself and always looks really angry or sad about something. And her element? Yeah, it's all sorts of screwed up." Bet you're wondering why her element is "all sorts of screwed up." Wicca herself doesn't even know the answer to that question. She just knows that there is something not at all right with her earth affinity. Instead of making plants GROW, she kills them. When trying to control plants, the plants end up rebelling like some sort of possessed thing. It's weird.

History :: what has happened in their life so far? 250+ words

Roleplay Sample :: average post length, first bio only

Other :: other information here