NeoTheWerewolf

· · ─────── · · ❝Everything I had Feared, Already happened… Now, I fear nothing.❞ └ · · ───────────── · · ┘ · · ─────────────────── · · ┌ · ─── · ɪ · ─── · ┐ i d e n t i t y └ · ──────── · ┘ -ˋˏ Current Name ˎˊ- ✧ [Neo] ✧ [After her tragic backstory Arwen gave herself a new name in order to shield her heart from the past] -ˋˏ Previous n a m e ˎˊ- ✧ [Arwen] ✧ [Noble-Maiden] ✧ [Nightshade] ✧ [Dangerous, Beautiful Women] -ˋˏ Old nicknames ˎˊ- ✧ [Arry] ✧ [A nickname first given to her by her little brother and had caught on amongst the rest of her family] ✧ [name] ✧ [reasoning] -ˋˏ age - Looks ˎˊ- ✧ 23 ✧ -ˋˏ b i r t h d a t e ˎˊ- ✧ 25th of Last Seed✧ -ˋˏ g e n d e r ˎˊ- ✧ Female ✧ -ˋˏ p r o n o u n s ˎˊ- ✧She ✧ -ˋˏ s e x u a l i t y ˎˊ- ✧Straight ✧ -ˋˏ s p e c i e s ˎˊ- ✧Wood elf✧ ✧Mali’ame✧ ✧Her Grandfather was a High Elf (Mali’ahera)- Hence the lighter skin and blue eyes✧ -ˋˏ l a n g u a g e s ˎˊ- ✧Elven ✧ ✧Common✧ -ˋˏ d o m i n a n t · h a n d ˎˊ- ✧Right Hand ✧ · · ─────────────────── · · ┌ · · ───── · ☾ · ───── · · ┐ · · ─────── · · ❝I found my Strength, Through the loss of everything else.❞ └ · · ───────────── · · ┘ · · ─────────────────── · · ┌ · ─── · ɪɪ · ─── · ┐ p e r s o n a l i t y └ · ──── · ──── · ┘ -ˋˏ o v e r a l l ˎˊ- ✧ ✧ -ˋˏ t r a i t s ˎˊ- ✧ Prudent ✧ [Throughout getting to know her you will find her quite gentle, caring, rational, resourceful and quite responsible as she tends to show care and thought for what she wants with her future] ✧ Determined ✧ [In battles, Arwen has proven herself skillful, Strong, Logical, Honorable and quite flexible... However, for the skills she lacks in close combat, she gains in distant] ✧Other Traits✧ [Can be reserved, passionate, ambitious and prideful] · · ─────────────────── · · ┌ · · ───── · ☾ · ───── · · ┐ · · ─────── · · ❝Tough Situations Build Strong People❞ └ · · ───────────── · · ┘ · · ─────────────────── · · ┌ · ─── · ɪɪɪ · ─── · ┐ p r e f e r e n c e s └ · ───────── · ┘ -ˋˏ l i k e s ˎˊ- ✧ Strawberries✧ [She has always been a lover for these amazing fruits and even considers the treat as nature's candy] ✧ Sweet Treats/foods ✧ [for the snacks and sugars the one consumes it's hard to tell how she hasn’t gained weight. maybe its because although she has a sweet tooth she's also always on the move.] (Her sweet tooth is also a weakness and sometimes a good thing to use on her in cases of bribery) ✧Music & Dancing✧ [Reminds her of happier times and allows her to let loose] ✧ Night time ✧ [All those pretty stars are so much better than the bright sky... and the dark is easier for stealth] ✧ Alone time ✧ [allows her to relax... plus she fears gaining close to others again and losing them all over] ✧ A nice drink... but she doesn't like pushing her limit✧ ✧Lore & Stories ✧ [Neo had always been a big one for reading, some of her favourite stories were some based on true history like the Iblees] -ˋˏ d i s l i k e s ˎˊ- ✧ Drunkards✧ [They’re annoying] ✧ People repeating a task she already did✧ [”Was it not good enough the first time”] ✧ Being alone constantly✧ [To much time with my thoughts and i remember my loss...] ✧Mushrooms✧ [why eat fungus... no thank you] ✧Weakness':✧ [Arrogance] Elves tend to think they know everything, can do anything, and are better than mortals. Their greatest weakness is their constant underestimation of their foes and she tends to hate it when one can up her in battle. [Fire] more of a fear, but fears can become weakness' in the face of battle. After what happened to her kin, village and home she greatly fears fire and holds a great disadvantage to her... It may end up being her death... [Forsaken - abandoned...] After her world came crashing down that night, Arwen(or Neo) hadn't spent much time in the company of others since... Almost as if she was lost or forgotten. She found it hard to become apart of something · · ─────────────────── · · ┌ · · ───── · ☾ · ───── · · ┐ · · ─────── · · ❝Sometimes... You just have to remember that a diamond was originally a chunk of coal that did well under pressure... my father would tell me that all the time❞ └ · · ───────────── · · ┘ · · ─────────────────── · · ┌ · ─── · ᴠɪ · ─── · ┐ c o m b a t └ · ───────── · ┘ -ˋˏ f i g h t i n g · s t y l e ˎˊ- ✧ ✧ [Long range. Archery] -ˋˏ w e a p o n s ˎˊ- ✧ A bow✧ -ˋˏ a b i l i t i e s ˎˊ- ✧ TBD ✧ · · ─────────────────── · · ┌ · · ───── · ✧ · ───── · · ┐ · · ─────── · · ❝Keep...Keep Going❞ └ · · ───────────── · · ┘ · · ─────────────────── · · ┌ · ─── · ᴠɪɪɪ · ─── · ┐ r e l a t i o n s h i p s └ · ──── · · ──── · ┘ -ˋˏ m o t h e r ˎˊ- ✧ Vivian Nightshade || Status: Deceased ✧ [Her mother held a big part within the village, so she wasn’t always around, leaving Arwen/Neo to care for her brother and her own self. When she was home however, she taught Arwen how to do many household chores and how to cook.] -ˋˏ f a t h e r ˎˊ- ✧ Nirelas Nightshade || Status: Deceased ✧ [Her Father was who she was closest too. He had many missions elsewhere and traveled quite a lot bringing home many stories & items to Karalot and Arwen. whenever he did have time and was home he would train arwen in archery and occasionally combat as a whole. despite being a woman he believed she should know how to care for herself] -ˋˏ s i b l i n g s ˎˊ- ✧ Kharlot Nightshade || Status: Deceased ✧ [Arwen spent many long days and nights caring for her brother since he was a baby. her mother helped her when she could but it was mostly the two of them alone. Arwen held the mother role quite often over him but she was still his older sister. she loved the little fool greatly and his loss was one of the biggest to affect her] -ˋˏ f r i e n d s ˎˊ- ✧ Ariella Brotez || 26 | Status: UnKnown ✧ [After a tragic ending of her old home, Arwen was left on her own. she stumbled Into Ariella’s village and passed out in their backyard. when she gained consciousness she hadn't remembered much the first few days. so Ariella called her Neo, Meaning New. Ariella’s family took care of Neo, and her memory returned in many happy or sad dreams. Neo had even learned a few herbal remedies from Ariella’s Mother who was a well-known healer within the town they’d lived] -ˋˏ e n e m i e s ˎˊ- ✧ name || age | status ✧ [describe relationship] -ˋˏ l o v e · i n t e r e s t ˎˊ- ✧ name || age | status ✧ [describe relationship] · · ─────────────────── · · ┌ · · ───── · ☾ · ───── · · ┐ · · ─────── · · ❝your only limit is you❞ └ · · ───────────── · · ┘ · · ─────────────────── · · ┌ · ─── · ɪx · ─── · ┐ b a c k s t o r y └ · ──── · ──── · ┘ Arwen was bored and raised in Arcas, her mother had her in the massive city of Irrinor where as her little brother was born within the small village the young girl known as her true home. she lived a simple life in a small home with her parents and little brother Kharalot and She would spend long evenings out hunting with her father. it was through him she had learned the skill of archery and had gained her battle prowless. She was only 14 when everything happened, and it still affects her today… As smoke rose from outside the house Arwen paid no mind as she thought it was nothing more than a torch of a civilian passing by. She stayed seated on the edge of Kharlot’s bed as she read to him “the cabin in the woods” a spooky story her father had brought back from one of his adventures. Arwen couldn’t get enough of the stories of her father's travels and would dream of joining him when she was old enough but for now, was content on their small hunting trips when he was home. “He used a scroll of Fireball which drew” Arwen spoke in a low voice of anticipation before her voice rose at the next 4 words “a scream from her” Almost as if on cue, Arwen herself was jumping to her feet as scream sounded from outside, with wide eyes she slowly approached the window, feet carrying her with caution as she pulled a dagger from her belt. Another scream, she winced looking back at Kharalot who looked fearful and hid under the blanket. As she turned and looked out the window the flames from outside flickered in her eyes. This was serious, people ran around in fear, mothers carrying children, men fighting wizards who wielded magic. The sound of the door bursting open behind her took her by surprise. Her father, Nirelas Nightshade rushed in, without hesitation he took action. Tossing the simple wooden bow he had to Arwen, who caught the weapon but stood frozen as he yelled commands. Her mother, Vivian nightshade, had entered the room immediately afterwards, wearing her fine clothes which she only wore when meeting with the . The clothes however had been covered in blood and smut, she didn’t care, her mother who usually wasn't hostile had only cared for her children's lives in the very moment, Pulling her youngest from the bed her hand went to his face and her mother spoke in a soft tone to him. Nirelas knelt, from under the bed he pulled forth an iron box. Unlocking it he pulled a glowing elven bow. Without time to admire it, he stood For Arwen, everything moved in a blur, and all sound was inaudible. Everything moved around her but she was frozen… her safe home, her happy village… this couldn’t be real, could it? “ARRY” He yelled with a sputter of coughs as he made his way to her. Once he took her hand she started to tune back in, being pulled with her father towards the exit her mother followed behind with her brother. Coughing and sputtering as they went she could see the fire blazing around them and she pushed fear back as she gripped her own bow and hurried beside him. The support beams cracked and fell, blocking the path behind them… blocking her mother from them. “No” she screamed followed by coughs but her father pulled her ahead, and they broke out into the night air, their lungs catching the breath of life once again. But before Nirelas could turn and venture back in for his wife and son the building collapsed, causing them both to parish within the fire. Fear flashed in Nirelas eyes as he watched the house burn, turning to Arwen he knelt. “Listen to me now, and listen carefully. You will run, and you won’t stop till you are safe and hidden” he spoke as he stood and kissed her on the forehead. Arwen felt her feet move to go but she stopped, standing up to her father for the first time she spoke firmly “No! I will not leave you, this is my home too let me help you defend it” “Arry, This Isn’t time for debate, I’m not having it and you are not strong enough” He declared, and as she looked around she’d watch even the trees around them ablaze. Determination struck in her eyes and she knocked her bow and ran forth to the fight. Knowing he couldn’t stop her he gave her actions and commands to at least better her. And they fought together for the last time. ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅• Eyes fluttered open, first met with the smokey grey sky and flakes of ash that was swept along in the light breeze. A searing pain could be felt as she lay surrounded by her ruined home. Tears forming in her eyes as memories of last night played in her mind… As she watched friends fall to battle, Fire or Iron. The clash of weapons, the screams of those who burned, and her father… her father was the first thought of all… she was the closest to him… and he had been taken… In front of her. A knife to the throat. Her scream took his attacker by surprise and she was able to avenge him… it wasn’t enough for her though… one kill wasn’t enough to satisfy her anger for the wreckage that occurred, for the lived that were taken… nothing could bring back her home, her happy life and that's what hurt the most. Slowly, Ignoring the pain in her head she was able to stand. With wavering steps and a lump in her throat, she walked. Unsteadily she walked straight through… everything, gone. The pain in her chest hurt more than the injuries she endured and she left her home, where she first embarked on her journey forward ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ · · ─────────────────── · ·