Denalia //// loyalty to the fullest extent of eccentrics.

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D e n a l i a

age three years

alias[s] none

gender feminine

species canis lupus lycaon

iris a beautiful icy blue, flecked with lighter shades.

pelt her coat is the typical coat for a timber

markings she has none

stature her stature is smaller, although she does have a lot of muscle for a littler wolf

likes you'll notice she takes a strong liking to killing and that social interactivity and acceptance are a must.

dislikes denalia does not like wolves who have been deemed better than her

requested rank she would like to be a SafeGuarder

reason for this rank she is an excelent warrior, loyal and will stop at nothing to finish what she has been told. The only thing that she is better at than hand-to-hand combat is assassination.

family she has none, anymore.

others she takes a strong interest in none

pair none

kin she has not passed on her bloodlines.

extra information denalia is histrionic, bipolar, and has multiple personalities disorder.

biography the soft silk that is hers consists of a colorful variety of browns and whites, all forming a well consistent array of hues. Petite and fragile, Denalia doesn’t look as if she’d be great warrior, much less an assassin. This woman’s eyes are so disconcerting, always distant and lonely as they gaze with their crystal blue into your soul. Each teacup paw step echoes a distant and subtle bit of seductiveness. Small and underestimated, Denalia conceals a thin layer of muscle that is well put to use in her many odd ways of doing things. Upon her cranium rests her ears, tipped with a bit of darker fur. And at the tip of her tail lies that same color.

Devilish as they come, Denalia is a hitman. A devious grin tugging at the edges of her lips as she stands over dying animals, proud of herself much more when it’s dying because of her. She’ll do anything for a good laugh, even if it requires taking the life of an innocent other.. Easily annoyed, Denalia will become hostile under any circumstances. Like a puppy, Denalia will hang onto whatever she can get for as long as possible; not able to bear the loss of someone she truly has grown fond of. She believes herself to be the sovereign ruler over all of humanity, when in reality she really is the one who is the lesser part. Unable to fully make a decision on her own, Denalia will not do anything until someone gives her the answer to her decision and when they do she will follow fully though what they said and will not stop until it is done.

Inflicted with Histrionic personality disorder, Denalia often will seek attention and over exaggerate her emotions -- good or bad. She was never meant to be very vivacious but when her personality disorder manifested itself she changed. She’ll seek approval always and when not given she will try to change that little something about herself, often failing. This also makes her very impulsive and forces her to think higher of herself than others.

Her lack of self righteousness is what lets her do what she does; it lets her kill. The cold and unforgiving shell is partially just a cover up for what she refuses to let herself feel, the emotion she will not stand for. A rhythm is woven into the terrible things she does; a devils melody, that melodic tune you hear her hum as she walks slowly past you. She’ll slowly pick away at your emotions, make you feel as if you aren’t worth anything. But that is only part of her game, that small bit of fun she can possibly feel.

history she was born to the Alphas of a now long lost pack, once legendary. She was looked upon by the greatest of assassins and they saw an unmatched skill in that little pup with the short creamy brown fur. They were right to see something impressive in Denalia as when she grew to one year old she had already started to fight her own battles. Although her excellent structure and awesome physic already had taken hold of her, something else had to. Possibly a bit of a flirtatious attitude? Yes, that is what it was. She grew to be overly vivacious and could toy with the men's emotions with the greatest of ease. And then when they thought she loved them, she would pull away and say things about them that ruined their lives. Her coldly women words were hurtful, so horribly hurtful to everyone, but she didn't care. The young maiden saw no reason in being seduced, creating one of those annoying and ugly things she once was. But that is only her take on them; her sister loved them so much and wanted them so badly. Another year on and Denalia was still playing her heartless little games, she'd put her flesh and blood in a bet against everybody that she could win a fight against them. And she always did.