[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/7cqQRi8.jpg[/img] [color=dadada][sub][color=BABABA]L I E S A B E T A B E N D R O T H[/color] [color=BABABA]✚[/color] twenty-three. [color=BABABA]✚[/color] female. [color=BABABA]✚[/color] 5'5". [color=BABABA]✚[/color] intelligence.[/sub][/color][/center] [color=BABABA][sub]P R E S E N C E[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]Prowling 'neath the extremities of a mortal shell bays and howls the resonating beast within, betwixt the unique conglomeration of spirits and soul, shoved flush against a heart that yearns and paces behind a faux plated countenance of shallow means. A void of wanting, an appetence that requires attention and desires a place to belong, a part of the pack, the lone wolf that skirts yonder the borders of kinship and allowing her quivering core to pulsate with agony beside what lays across delicate shoulders. Liesabet is a woman of multi-faceted bearings, her varied means of attraction blended affront in average qualms and gains, she speaks with something akin to delicacy; as if her vocals are twined with lace and silk, intended for whispers. Her impression is afforded constant cardio and movement, the grace of a contortionist poised within every limb and canter, gleaned through common cloth and care, her aesthetic bordering towards loose fits or barely-there comforts of athletic bindings. Her aura dictates one whom is wandering but not lost, simply being where she is because it is so, and drifting almost listlessly within a shell, but not bound. As if contained and content to be so, as if biding time and intent. Mystery is afforded in spades, if only because Liesabet struggles to find her place within life and reason, allowing herself to find a niche that is hardly befitting to her candor, and adapts with lies and coverings to her perceived occupation. A predatory glance gleams ashen within eyes of blue, an infamous trademark to her heritage bathed and drowned within nebulous endings and scarlet threads; a fate of hunger that pains all who bear the name she seemingly abhors. Liesabet is described as estranged, nearly alienated as the lone she-wolf that skirts the edges of home and heart and thrives within queer aggression. Her hair is unbound and free, skirting the edges of her jaw with dark roots that pale further onward towards the end in an ombre appeal with a bold fringe that settles just above her arched brows. Her overall reception can sometimes be given to unassuming means, disarming by the thin frame she carries, slight but not without strength, bearing waif likeness to her own advantage and her near stoicism to demean the lines of enemies and, sometimes, allies alike. A wolf in sheep's clothing, running away from something and bound in yearning. [/color][/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]I D E O L O G Y[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]She is free, and then not. Conflicted under a name given unto her, by those that would utilize her own self-directed brutality. Liesabet queerly advocates to the meanings and inner depths of Destiny and Fate and every underlying philosophy to their meanings. A cemented belief to that everything happens within reason and has been pre-determined long before her own reign. Such propels that prowling she-wolf to bequeath all into her actions and intentions, once she finds that it coincides with the meanings of her potential ending, as if desperate to give an answer to some divine inquiry and that she would find it within said performance. This lies in with all that she does, giving her means of aggression and sometimes ruthlessness, all such dressings afforded to her career and nearly all consuming. She'll bear her throat to those that bear high above her and bear fangs to those that fall beneath her own dominance, both traded and frequently fluctuating, as if she constantly falls and rises within herself and where she's meant to be. She finds that people prove themselves within body language rather than spoken words, the underlying responses of minute flinches or shuddering lips more telling than what spills from them. As such, Liesabet treats everyone with the same at-arms-length reception, as if forgoing potential bindings, but then drawing them close in near desperation to fill a void that thrives 'neath her heart. The world is consumed of multiple shades of grey, and mostly become darker within every place and existence, such gives onto the belief that everything is permitted and means to these ends acceptable to all leagues of life and spirit. This conflicts the meanings of moral rulings, such things and details that people usually abide by, and whilst Liesabet is aware of them, it does not necessarily means that she remains within them. Her behavior borders unto extremes within dependent situations that fluctuate and betray her debut and appearance, and it is noted that she seems frantic in them, as if having lost something of herself within the induction. And she'll do anything to find that something, painting her within leagues of dread. [/color][/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]S T R I F E[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]Two is better than one, and a she-wolf will utilize all that she possesses to achieve her prey; tooth and claw. Liesabet is a personal combatant, gliding within close range, the quarters and barriers of an enemy invaded by her efficient and precise intentions under shadow and silence. She herds assailants with manipulation and sound, her battle conduct a unique blend of spiritual aptitude and military warfare. Her bindings of the Intelligence division has afforded Liesabet with invasive techniques to strike where weakest and clean, to provide surgical accuracy and avoid mindless gore and agony. However, much akin to the predator she is thus named after, "Ulva" in her native tongue, she knows to utilize all of her prey and gather information of every aspect. Her path is twined with influence of those that find refuge next to her aching Soul and the two have merged seamlessly with one another to breed a silent warrior. Her weapons are archaic in conception as daggers, but well adorned in their appeal and construction; twins that conjoin at the hilt decorated and embellished with curious insignia's of lupine crowns but parted along the entire length, never meeting, with a needle like construct betwixt them. Both house and nestle at the base of her spine within a singular sheath, held within place by modified suspension units to remain against her bodice with all movements and to avoid hindrance. Another modification to her weaponry is the ability to evict her daggers from their original sheath and to hide along the lines of her forearms, meeting length for length and housed within spring mechanisms that react to the spiritual disturbances of her own unrest. Either is well enough to suit her means of violence. She is not mindless within action, but the ruthlessness she sometimes contains to achieve victory is concluded as extreme, her career within the Intelligence Division placed as a temperance, but at least one she thrives under. Her spirits are queer companions, usually ones of shadow, never seen as malevolent, but required for the co-existing light of her fire. She blends the two within combat and treats such with respect and fear. She revers spirits with complexities of unwant and sometimes, hate, finding their home as one of near unwillingness, but also seen as a means of Destiny and meant-to-be. It's almost as if she struggles with acceptance, but allows such to blend well within her actions and battle performance; a means to an end, a means to find her way, a means to burn away her heritage. [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/HK7mUBQ.jpg[/img][/center] [/color][/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]K I N S H I P[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]「❖ — . ᴄ ᴇ ʟ ɪ s ᴇ ʟ ᴇ ʟ ɪ ᴇ ᴠ ʀ ᴇ . // [sub][i][u]"I only call you when it's half past five. The only time that I'll be by your side."[/u]_______________________________[/i][/sub] [indent]She is Alpha, and she is Omega. Celise is the closest individual to a best friend that Liesabet possesses; but such is not embellished in love or affections, it's nothing like what friends should be, champions to heart and home. The two fluctuate through degrees of dominance and submission, undergoing kinship in their fluctuating intentions onto the other. Both value physical truth and graces, and Celise acts a primary medium to those that find frustration with Liesabet's method of keeping most within arm's length and distance; taming, or releasing her unto the wild. Their ideals will never mesh or come to form a union, Liesabet's brutality and grey-shaded world perception prevents commitment to their unique friendship. However, despite their infliction, they come together within a multifaceted need and fixture of each other, a complexity that mere words cannot illustrate. Liesabet often feels that she would be lost without her.[/indent] 「❖ — . ᴍ ᴏ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ ᴛ ɪ ᴍ ʙ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ . // [sub][i][u]". . ."[/u]____________________________[/i][/sub][indent]A spade cloaked within mystery; a card of face that hides 'neath the impression of determination and focus, bent on morals. Liesabet can champion all meanings of secrecy and cloaking one's self in various coverings and perhaps, lies, and as such an enigma is what she sees in him, a mirror in other instances if she were inclined to herald a noble facade herself. She knows him only by face and name and her queer observations, a wolf gauging another loner in her midst.[/indent] 「❖ — . ᴅ ᴜ ᴋ ᴇ ᴋ ɴ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ . // [sub][i][u]". . ."[/u]___________________________[/i][/sub][indent]He's too perfect, too perfected and a champion to all things that are well founded and rounded within the soul of a man. Liesabet finds him unsettling, to be so functional within a world lacking such grace, she keeps herself at a distance, a skittish creature met with another Alpha in where their own dominance is held to something she feels within; inferiority and the ability to herald pride to one's family in which she lacks entirely. Their encounters have thus always been brief and few, but pride blemishes her intentions, and whilst she always leaves whenever he comes to close proximity, sometime she will yet linger, drawn by the leadership quality he oozes in which Alphas all exhibit. But never will she approach him.[/indent] [/color][/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]C O N T A C T S[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada] . . . [/color][/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]C H R O N I C L E[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada] . . .[/color][/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]P R O P E R T Y[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada][sub][sub]. A E G I R R O O T . — 2 . O L E A N D E R . — 2 . C H I C K E N L E G . — 3 . O X E N M A R R O W . — 2 . F I S H R O E . — 2 . B I N D W E E D . — 2 . B E R M U D A B U T T E R C U P . — 2 . L U N C H E O N M E A T . — 2 . G A R U L A S I R L O I N . — 2 . P O T I O N . — 1[/sub][/sub] [/color][/indent] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/nauQGUO.gif[/img][/center]