[@princess][@FunnyGuy] Ok! Here is taking a shot at OC #2 (the last one for now to keep things simple)! :D

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[center][h1][b][color=FF1493]Valya Karaznov[/color][/b][/h1]

[b]*Human Form*[/b]

[img]https://i.imgur.com/iLQdUSf.jpg[/img]

[b]*Werewolf Form*[/b]

[img]https://i.imgur.com/BwsEDou.jpg[/img][/center]

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》B a s i c s

[color=FF1493]Full name:[/color] Valya Alexandra Karaznov
[color=FF1493]Age:[/color] ~4770
[color=FF1493]Date of Birth:[/color] Vaguely around June 2750 BC/BCE
[color=FF1493]Gender:[/color] Female
[color=FF1493]Where are you from?:[/color] Ancient Siberian Wilderness (originally, at least, has lived in various places around the world at differing times otherwise)

》A p p e a r a n c e

[color=FF1493]Height:[/color] 6’0”
[color=FF1493]Weight:[/color] 162 lbs (due to dense muscle in her case)
[color=FF1493]Hair Color:[/color] Dark Wine Red
[color=FF1493]Hair Length:[/color] Butt-length
[color=FF1493]Skin Color:[/color] White Caucasian
[color=FF1493]Eye Color:[/color] Wine Red
[color=FF1493]Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings:[/color] Two piercings in the right ear, one of which holds a longer hanging earring on a silvery-colored chain and the other right above that which holds a smaller gold ring earring.
[color=FF1493]Detail your werewolf form:[/color] Whilst her aging has stopped, her growth as a werewolf continued on for some time after. Her werewolf form stands at the staggering height of a whopping 10 feet, packed with rather dense muscle, bright green eyes, and powerful claws. Whether she is the actual ‘largest’ is a total unknown, but she is among the largest members of her kind.  

[center]***Werewolf/Non-Transformed Appearance Links (Respectively)***

[url=https://i.imgur.com/BwsEDou.jpg]https://i.imgur.com/BwsEDou.jpg[/url]

[url=https://i.imgur.com/iLQdUSf.jpg]https://i.imgur.com/iLQdUSf.jpg[/url][/center]

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

[color=FF1493]Sexuality:[/color] Bisexual (leans distinctly more towards women)
[color=FF1493]Relationship Status:[/color] Single [s]and Available[/s]
[color=FF1493]Any predetermined friends?:[/color] Has some varied connections over the years, mainly in the form of the descendants of young she had in the far past that are scattered about the world in a few places. 
[color=FF1493]Siblings' Status:[/color] Dead
[color=FF1493]Parents' Status:[/color] Dead
[color=FF1493]Pets:[/color] None
[color=FF1493]How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?:[/color] 8
[color=FF1493]How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?:[/color] 10

》I n t e r e s t s

[color=FF1493]Likes:[/color]
Three minimum.
✡ Interesting TV Shows
✡ Rare Steak
✡ Firearms
✡ Skinny Dipping under the moonlight
✡ Beers and Fine Wine
✡ Nature

[color=FF1493]Dislikes:[/color]
Three minimum.
✡ Soap Operas
✡ Overconfidence/Arrogance
✡ Coffee
✡ White Chocolate

[color=FF1493]Hobbies:[/color]
Three minimum.
✡ Drinking
✡ Traveling
✡ Video Games

[color=FF1493]Skills:[/color]
Three minimum.
✡ Martial Arts/Firearms
✡ Extremely Prodigious Polyglot
✡ Superb Memory

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》P e r s o n a l i t y

An ancient wanderer who enjoys seeing the world and occasionally settling down here and there for a time, which for her is longer than most, before setting off once more. The kind of person who holds memories of those they connected with close and dear to them, but also is willing to go out and make new memories and enjoy it all. One could call her a bit of a hedonist in regards to her passion for enjoyment and self-indulgence at times, though she can rather easily switch to being serious and otherwise back and forth seemingly on a dime. In fact, her anger can be something fierce when stoked...and even worse if one considers the dedication this 4000+ year old immortal can exert after more than a fair share of practice. However, even in her long years she is the sort of long-lived being who has kept enough in touch with mortals and learned enough in her past that even now she generally looks at the value of even a simple human life with a keen and empathetic eye. 

》H i s t o r y

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As a pureblood werewolf she was born long, long ago to the alpha of a great pack living in the woods near a primitive village amidst the Siberean Wilderness. For much of the first part of her life, she was raised with the mind that her people were the strongest, bearing a lineage and might that no human nor other being could match. They were one with the wilderness, with their senses, and with their pack. She was raised in a harsh manner, lending to her combat prowess and learning of self-control and discipline to become a productive member of the pack...and a potential future alpha in her own right due to her parentage. 

Yet one day, a strange traveler would approach the small village and seemingly bring its people under her sway over the coming days. Almost like an allure beyond the natural...something that indeed would end up being entirely unnatural. To her father, it was like the stranger had intruded upon their grounds and their area. It was seen as an affront, and so her fathis and the pack went to ‘deal’ with the intruder as she was left behind to protect the more vulnerable parts of the pack. It was a decision that, ultimately, would save Valya’s life and lead to her seeming ‘destiny’ as she first phrased it as back then. 

By morning the fighters of the pack had not returned, and with the pressure from her mother to seek them out she went to go find them. She ran through the woods, hoping that her fathis and the others were alive, and yet when she arrived in the village a macabre scene lay before her. Mauled bodies, twisted looks of pain, severed heads and limbs, and the corpses of her brethren and myriad humans covered the ground in an array of carnage that made even her stomach turn to its core. Even the permafrost-covered ground was stained, nay seemingly drenched almost entirely with crimson red blood. What had once been a place of people and territory of her people was now the very grounds of death itself, nothing short or more than that, and at the center of it all sat the stranger as she cooked around a fire. 

The stranger turned her head to her, smiling as if nothing was wrong and motioning her over. He, for her part, was left stunned and filled with a swirling vortex of pure rage and the most primal and deep-seated instinctual terror she had ever felt in her years. Only after a few moments of staring did her legs even allow her to move, before she took several steps forward and stopped cold in her tracks once more. 

The woman only seemed to lightly sigh back before she spoke. 

[i]“You must be a member of that pack from last night! Truth be told, I came here to hunt for some rare herbs and plants I heard were about here and study your people, but in the end I had to defend myself from your people it seems. Nothing much to do about it but do what I had to.”[/i]

She seemed to regard the scene about them with a certain neutrality, as if she had been simply held at a mild inconvenience by it all and yet regretted that it happened at all. 

[i]“You grew up learning to become strong to survive, yes? At least I’d assume so with how these ones fought. Strong, mighty warriors of the wilderness, but ones who underestimated the people here and their own will to survive. 

...But being from a pack, you know the price of trying to kill that which ends up stronger than you? Right? It’s very simple when you go by the rules of nature. Only the strongest come out of the battle for survival.

Though I’d add that knowing when to fight and when to not fight is just as great a strength...one that these ones don’t seem to have learned before it was far too late.”[/i]

She couldn’t believe it, but even as her instincts willed her to fight and flee she felt herself drawn in by the stranger’s words. The woman’s appearance was one of incredible beauty, that much even she could tell, and yet the carnage about her was undeniably tied back to her and the people here by her own admission. Still, however, she found herself still unable to even so much as move still. The stench of death seemed to linger about like a torrential miasma whose sheer pressure stopped her limbs and physical being, as if she’d stepped into the underworld itself, even as her mind raced and battled to get her to do something. 

[i]“People, animals, vampires, your kind, and every living thing is put under the very same bar when it comes to surviving. You do or you don’t, and that is the cold truth that these lands seem to hammer into those who live here in the most harsh of ways. Animal or human, or otherwise really, it still holds true...yet even so I still mourn the lives lost here. It...it didn’t need to happen. 

Those who lived here had so much potential, and yet they spoiled it on stupid things like ideas of superiority and refusing to adapt to what was going on around them! They could have worked with people here and been something better!

But you seem...hmmm...how do I put it? Different? Different! You recognize the danger here, even if those others didn’t last night. Even as they died their companions only kept coming at me, even as the bodies piled up they lashed out with claims of being ‘superior’ and a total lack of self-preservation. But unlike you, they refused to learn and at least listen for a moment.”[/i]

The woman smiled at her again, before starting to walk towards her in a relaxed manner. Yet even so it caused her instincts to flee to finally cry out loud enough to win over the swirling twister of emotions within her. 

In a heartbeat she began to turn to run, her body pushing her to enter her werewolf form simply to give her the strength to get out of this faster. [i]Run[/i]. [i]Flee[/i]. [b][i]Escape[/i][/b]. her very flesh pumped with the one thing she could process at the time: Survival. She had to survive. The remainder of the pack didn’t even come to mind at that very moment. She [b]had[/b] to get out of this. 

...Yet as she tried to flee this time, her very body shook as something stabbed into her turned back mid-transformation. Poison coursed in her pulsing veins and arteries, flowing through her heart, and even her desire to live couldn’t make her body move as it would finally collapse limply to the ground. 

[i]“Don’t worry! You won’t die, but after all of this I still need someone to study from your people. Bit of a pain, but you’ll do very nicely regardless! I promise I won't let you die either...gets a little lonely being by myself and all. So let’s be friends!”[/i]

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[hider=Ever Since]

After that day her life became that of a servant, bound with a number of enchanted items and poisons and such. She was taken around the world as a traveling companion by the witch, and at first she loathed every moment of it. She tried many times to escape, to her own self-admitted credit, and yet each and every time it didn’t get much of anywhere. Yet the witch seemed to regard these attempts as ‘funny’ for some reason! So much she tried to get back to her people, and yet all the same she was harshly denied and continually pulled around. It was infuriating, and yet at the same time she found herself ultimately giving up on a quick escape after some time. 

As the decades then began to pass, the witch would talk to her more and more...and more and more she found herself listening to her. At first it was a desire to learn about her in some manner, and perhaps use that to escape. Then it became a simple curiosity about her mindset regarding the world at large. Then it became normal to talk to and learn from her. Bit by little bit, part by part, the desire to go back began to slowly but surely be whittled away like an eroding hill. Even when passing an area bordering her old home, she knew she wouldn’t be welcomed back anymore. In the eyes of anyone descended from that time, she had died long ago and they had probably moved on or otherwise dashed themselves to death against the harsh truth they refused to accept. 

She’d been kidnapped from her home, her mightiest kin slaughtered, and yet in her travels with the witch she found herself. To her it was a journey that in the end brought her to terms with her life and family, and allowed her to think for herself for once. A new perspective created through tragic circumstances and being forced to stop and listen for once. Her fathis and people had been fighting with the mind that they were the strongest, the best, and the most powerful beings in all the world. Perhaps that explanation was exaggerated a bit, but even so that was the true ‘gist’ of that old mindset. All else was lesser than them, and in the end that had come back and taken their lives and kept them from coming back home. They had died savages among savages, in some twist of irony, and it had been someone that destroyed that world who showed her what else was out there and what it was like. 

In the witch she found someone who she came to understand more than anyone else. An individual that wanted to see the progress of life until the bitter end, someone whose drive was fueled by witnessing great misery and death before taking some time to come to terms with it. Someone who had seen life and death over and over, only to decide that she wanted to see it through to the end with her own two eyes. Or rather, see it herself through the eyes of others. A stupid immortal dream, an old man’s fantasy, and yet she found herself admiring the witch’s zeal to witness things through the very end in her own way. 

In the witch’s experiments for ‘true’ immortality, one that defied her meager mortal coil, even her own werewolf flesh would be warped and twisted into something ageless. She could still be killed, that much was frankly true, but hell she hadn’t expected as much as that to come about. Yet when the witch ultimately found compatriots and settled down, she came along for the ride as she always had. No magical bindings or the like needed this time. 

But when the witch eventually enacted a ritual she hoped would make her desires come true, Valya stood there and felt like a part of herself died that day. The person she’d cared most about, came to care the most for anyone, shared moments with that she had with no one else...ultimately burnt out like a final spark of fire in the dead of night. Even so, she knew she would be back among another generation, and she [b]would[/b] find her again. Every single time she would find her, every generation, every era. Though she was another person, and those moments of the past could never return, she’d always remember her somehow when they finally met. In this they could talk about the world through new eyes. 

Hopefully this latest reincarnation would be willing to at least talk to her. Besides, Ember Grove seemed like an interesting place to by anyways!  

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》P a c k

None

》P u r e b l o o d?

Pureblood, descended from the original line. 

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