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"And in her veins, ran the ichor of the Gods."

-- Basic Information --

Name: Morana
Nickname(s): TBA

Age: Young Adult

Gender: Female

Height: 31"

Weight: 94 lbs

Build: Lean and lithe, Morana is mostly legs, her body compact and strung with muscle.

Voice: Sharon Stone - youtu.be/bOtr54HW8kg
Scent: Honeysuckle and Fall Leaves
Theme Song: youtu.be/46rUBCewhxY

Playlist: TBA

Territory: Vektren
Rank: Neophyte (Aspiring Viper)

Family: Iradessa (Mother; Deceased), Vergil (Father; Unknown)

Cyrus (Grandfather; Deceased), Fume (Grandmother; Deceased)
Andras (Grandfather; Unknown), Hekate (Grandmother; Alive)

Angus (Uncle), Crane (Uncle), Zilar (Uncle), Lepotica (Adoptive Aunt)
Hellion (Uncle), Damien (Uncle)

  Persephone (Aunt); Ravka (Aunt); Epione (Aunt); Thanatos (Uncle);

  Phaeton (Uncle); Orpheus (Uncle); Helh (Aunt); Hestia (Aunt)

"I am not a princess, and this is not a fairy-tale."

Personality:
Commander Personality
ENTJ-A / ENTJ-T

Self-Confident: For quite some time Morana has had to rely on only herself to survive; something she became incredible adept at doing. She has more faith in herself and her abilities then those around her unless proven otherwise; in short, she doesn't need your help. While she thinks highly of herself, Morana know's her limitations and short comings; even if she won't admit it openly.
Strategic: Very rarely is the young she-wolf without a plan. She refuses to ever enter into a situation blind and always makes sure she has both a Plan B and an escape. Her mind works quickly, formulating her next ten steps before most even think about their next.
Charismatic: Morana could charm the scales off a snake and it comes terrifyingly easy to her. She meshes with most that she meets, able to flip on the charisma at a moments notice. She's become rather good at convincing others that the plan that most benefits her was in-fact their own idea. Not a warrior, Morana depends on her silver tongue to keep her hide safe and on the winning side.
Patient: Impatience didn't get Morana where she is today. She calculates every moment, slowing it down in her mind until she sees the perfect moment to act. The she-wolf has no problem biding her time in most every situation. Resilient and steadfast, she could wait out fate itself.

Cautious: Surviving on her own didn't happen because she trusted every face she came across. Morana trusts those around her about as far as she can throw them; always waiting for betrayal or the other shoe to drop. Gaining her trust is not impossible, but its definitely not an easy feat. It doesn't keep her from pushing others away, but don't believe she's ever let her guard down.
Arrogant: On occasion, Morana's self confidence can cross the border into Arrogance. She often doesn't realize she is doing it, but looking down on others seems to be second nature to her. Morana know's where she comes from, she knows who's blood runs in her veins, and she believes it rises her above all others.
Cold: It isn't unusual for Morana to house a smile that does not reach her eyes. She isn't driven to acquire friends; those she keeps close to her either because they won't leave or because they benefit her in some way. While she often time feigns sincerity to those around her, in reality she isn't interested in the lives of those around her.
Intolerant: Whether its nature or nurture, Morana has dug her heels in since the moment she was born. Getting her to do anything she doesn't want to is the equivalent of pulling teeth. While reasoning with her is not impossible, it takes a large force to sway the female from her decided path. Unwilling to budge, Morana will eventually concede begrudgingly if ones argument is convincing enough; or she stands to benefit.

"This is a wild game of survival."

History: On a night chilled with winter's coming breath, Morana was born bathed in moonlight. The sole pup of the litter, she immediately held her parent's hearts in her tiny paws. Her mother knew she would be strong for the blood of Havir carried on in her. Her father, though he didn't voice it, was wary; the warrior blood of Havir may run in the small girls veins, but so did the darkness of Vektren, a combination that to Vergil was foreboding. It was terrifying to think that such a small creature could hold so much power in her slate grey eyes.

As Morana grew, it wasn't in the fairytale that every young pup dreamed of. They were constantly on the move, her father's mental state unpredictable and her mother unwilling to leave his side. They didn't stay in a home longer then a weeks time before they were once more putting ground behind them. She grew up with tales of Havir and the great Alpha Saurugol, of her honorable warrior grandparents and the distant crumbled mountains of Havir.

While she enjoyed her mother's tales, Morana grew increasingly more curious as her ruddy father remained quiet and broody regarding his birth pack. Morana was able to get small pieces of information out of Vergil on occasion depending on his mood; her grandparents names, that his birth pack was called Vektren, and various tid bits about his siblings. None of what he told her, however, was said with fondness. Despite his blatant distaste and agitation at speaking about Vektren, Morana only grew more curious.

As Morana grew, her father became increasingly distant and sporadic, often arguing with himself deep within the wood and lashing out in fits of rage. Her mother Iradessa tried to console him, doing her best to stay the beast within, but eventually it was too much. In the early morning light, Morana found her mother's body crumpled among the leaf litter, her gaze cold but sad.

Although she searched as far as she'd dare, Morana never found her father, and just like that everything she had ever known was gone. She used the stories and lessons taught by her mother to stay alive, and after awhile the grief of loss dulled to cold numbness. In this emotionless void, her curiosity flared up once more. Havir, as she knew, was gone. Vektren however, was still out there.

Without much of a second thought, Morana set out for the Domain and her kin.

In Game History: TBA



Other: The blood of both Havir and Vektren run in Morana's veins.

Quotes:

"Always stay one step ahead of your enemy"

"I was looking out for myself. I will always look out for myself. If you're smart, you'll do the same."

"Did it ever occur to you that you have no idea who I really am?"

"You hate me? That sounds like the beginning of a love story."

"I'm not a hero. I don't do good, it's not in me."

"I'm not upset. Upset is an emotion specific to those who care."

Description

"And in her veins, ran the ichor of the Gods."

-- Basic Information --

Name: Morana
Nickname(s): TBA

Age: Young Adult

Gender: Female

Height: 31"

Weight: 94 lbs

Build: Lean and lithe, Morana is mostly legs, her body compact and strung with muscle.

Voice: Sharon Stone - youtu.be/bOtr54HW8kg
Scent: Honeysuckle and Fall Leaves
Theme Song: youtu.be/46rUBCewhxY

Playlist: TBA

Territory: Vektren
Rank: Neophyte (Aspiring Viper)

Family: Iradessa (Mother; Deceased), Vergil (Father; Unknown)

Cyrus (Grandfather; Deceased), Fume (Grandmother; Deceased)
Andras (Grandfather; Unknown), Hekate (Grandmother; Alive)

Angus (Uncle), Crane (Uncle), Zilar (Uncle), Lepotica (Adoptive Aunt)
Hellion (Uncle), Damien (Uncle)

  Persephone (Aunt); Ravka (Aunt); Epione (Aunt); Thanatos (Uncle);

  Phaeton (Uncle); Orpheus (Uncle); Helh (Aunt); Hestia (Aunt)

"I am not a princess, and this is not a fairy-tale."

Personality:
Commander Personality
ENTJ-A / ENTJ-T

Self-Confident: For quite some time Morana has had to rely on only herself to survive; something she became incredible adept at doing. She has more faith in herself and her abilities then those around her unless proven otherwise; in short, she doesn't need your help. While she thinks highly of herself, Morana know's her limitations and short comings; even if she won't admit it openly.
Strategic: Very rarely is the young she-wolf without a plan. She refuses to ever enter into a situation blind and always makes sure she has both a Plan B and an escape. Her mind works quickly, formulating her next ten steps before most even think about their next.
Charismatic: Morana could charm the scales off a snake and it comes terrifyingly easy to her. She meshes with most that she meets, able to flip on the charisma at a moments notice. She's become rather good at convincing others that the plan that most benefits her was in-fact their own idea. Not a warrior, Morana depends on her silver tongue to keep her hide safe and on the winning side.
Patient: Impatience didn't get Morana where she is today. She calculates every moment, slowing it down in her mind until she sees the perfect moment to act. The she-wolf has no problem biding her time in most every situation. Resilient and steadfast, she could wait out fate itself.

Cautious: Surviving on her own didn't happen because she trusted every face she came across. Morana trusts those around her about as far as she can throw them; always waiting for betrayal or the other shoe to drop. Gaining her trust is not impossible, but its definitely not an easy feat. It doesn't keep her from pushing others away, but don't believe she's ever let her guard down.
Arrogant: On occasion, Morana's self confidence can cross the border into Arrogance. She often doesn't realize she is doing it, but looking down on others seems to be second nature to her. Morana know's where she comes from, she knows who's blood runs in her veins, and she believes it rises her above all others.
Cold: It isn't unusual for Morana to house a smile that does not reach her eyes. She isn't driven to acquire friends; those she keeps close to her either because they won't leave or because they benefit her in some way. While she often time feigns sincerity to those around her, in reality she isn't interested in the lives of those around her.
Intolerant: Whether its nature or nurture, Morana has dug her heels in since the moment she was born. Getting her to do anything she doesn't want to is the equivalent of pulling teeth. While reasoning with her is not impossible, it takes a large force to sway the female from her decided path. Unwilling to budge, Morana will eventually concede begrudgingly if ones argument is convincing enough; or she stands to benefit.

"This is a wild game of survival."

History: On a night chilled with winter's coming breath, Morana was born bathed in moonlight. The sole pup of the litter, she immediately held her parent's hearts in her tiny paws. Her mother knew she would be strong for the blood of Havir carried on in her. Her father, though he didn't voice it, was wary; the warrior blood of Havir may run in the small girls veins, but so did the darkness of Vektren, a combination that to Vergil was foreboding. It was terrifying to think that such a small creature could hold so much power in her slate grey eyes.

As Morana grew, it wasn't in the fairytale that every young pup dreamed of. They were constantly on the move, her father's mental state unpredictable and her mother unwilling to leave his side. They didn't stay in a home longer then a weeks time before they were once more putting ground behind them. She grew up with tales of Havir and the great Alpha Saurugol, of her honorable warrior grandparents and the distant crumbled mountains of Havir.

While she enjoyed her mother's tales, Morana grew increasingly more curious as her ruddy father remained quiet and broody regarding his birth pack. Morana was able to get small pieces of information out of Vergil on occasion depending on his mood; her grandparents names, that his birth pack was called Vektren, and various tid bits about his siblings. None of what he told her, however, was said with fondness. Despite his blatant distaste and agitation at speaking about Vektren, Morana only grew more curious.

As Morana grew, her father became increasingly distant and sporadic, often arguing with himself deep within the wood and lashing out in fits of rage. Her mother Iradessa tried to console him, doing her best to stay the beast within, but eventually it was too much. In the early morning light, Morana found her mother's body crumpled among the leaf litter, her gaze cold but sad.

Although she searched as far as she'd dare, Morana never found her father, and just like that everything she had ever known was gone. She used the stories and lessons taught by her mother to stay alive, and after awhile the grief of loss dulled to cold numbness. In this emotionless void, her curiosity flared up once more. Havir, as she knew, was gone. Vektren however, was still out there.

Without much of a second thought, Morana set out for the Domain and her kin.

In Game History: TBA



Other: The blood of both Havir and Vektren run in Morana's veins.

Quotes:

"Always stay one step ahead of your enemy"

"I was looking out for myself. I will always look out for myself. If you're smart, you'll do the same."

"Did it ever occur to you that you have no idea who I really am?"

"You hate me? That sounds like the beginning of a love story."

"I'm not a hero. I don't do good, it's not in me."

"I'm not upset. Upset is an emotion specific to those who care."