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Lord Zee
VecName: Saoirse /pronounced as see-er-sha/
Age: 25
Gender: female
Appearance/Looks:
Species: Werewolf (she doesn't need the moon to change between forms)
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Likes : + singing (she's actually really good at it)
+drawing/ painting
+freedom
+Ireland (her homeland)
+running through the woods
+rain/ rainy days
+loyalty
+honesty
Dislikes: +guns
+being held down or restrained
+being alone
+loud noises
Bio: Saoirse was born into a pack of wild werewolves, on the coastal shores of Ireland. It was there that she learned how to control her inner wolf and how to change between forms at will. She was loved by her pack dearly, yet never had any contact with others outside her pack.
That is... Until the hunters came. You see... Wolves were supposed to be extinct in England. So naturally, when someone some how managed to snap a photo of one of her packmates, naturally poachers and farmers concerned for their livestock came running, guns blazing. At first, it was just one or two that met with their fates on hunting trips. The alpha was about to have the pack move, when suddenly, things to a sudden turn for the worse.
It was the middle of the night, the moon was full, the sky clear and speckled with starlight; all was peaceful. However, when the sudden bang of gunfire, all hell broke loose. The hunters had found the pack's den, and the alpha was the first to fall. Saoirse was hidden away and could only watch as her parents and packmates were murdered in front of her very eyes. When the sun had finally risen, the den was flooded with blood, and Saoirse was the only one still alive.
For the past few weeks afterwards, pictures of the hunters holding up the pelts and dead carcasses of her packmates with proud expressions, plastered the cover pages of Irish newspapers. The same hunters that ruthlessly massacred her entire family, were treated like heroes.
Ten years have passed since that day. And surprisingly, Saoirse holds no grudges against mankind. Probably because she had lost all memory of it. The extreme trauma of watching her family murdered had induced amnesia. Now she knows very little of her childhood, only holding a few fragments in her memory. However, she still knows who she is and what she is, yet this did not scare her in the slightest. She accepted what she was and, what's better, she can control it.
She now lives in the tiny apartment she calls home, where she works on her paintings and commissions for her clients.
Occupation: Artist/ Painter/ Freelance artist
Country of Origin: Ireland
Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Saoirse wants to meet him dearly so that she won't be alone anymore, but never seems to have the time because of strict deadlines. She wants her soulmate to you loyal and love her for who she is, rather than what she is. She also wants for her soulmate to be able to protect her, though she isn't sure exactly as to why that is.
Age: 25
Gender: female
Appearance/Looks:
Species: Werewolf (she doesn't need the moon to change between forms)
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Likes : + singing (she's actually really good at it)
+drawing/ painting
+freedom
+Ireland (her homeland)
+running through the woods
+rain/ rainy days
+loyalty
+honesty
Dislikes: +guns
+being held down or restrained
+being alone
+loud noises
Bio: Saoirse was born into a pack of wild werewolves, on the coastal shores of Ireland. It was there that she learned how to control her inner wolf and how to change between forms at will. She was loved by her pack dearly, yet never had any contact with others outside her pack.
That is... Until the hunters came. You see... Wolves were supposed to be extinct in England. So naturally, when someone some how managed to snap a photo of one of her packmates, naturally poachers and farmers concerned for their livestock came running, guns blazing. At first, it was just one or two that met with their fates on hunting trips. The alpha was about to have the pack move, when suddenly, things to a sudden turn for the worse.
It was the middle of the night, the moon was full, the sky clear and speckled with starlight; all was peaceful. However, when the sudden bang of gunfire, all hell broke loose. The hunters had found the pack's den, and the alpha was the first to fall. Saoirse was hidden away and could only watch as her parents and packmates were murdered in front of her very eyes. When the sun had finally risen, the den was flooded with blood, and Saoirse was the only one still alive.
For the past few weeks afterwards, pictures of the hunters holding up the pelts and dead carcasses of her packmates with proud expressions, plastered the cover pages of Irish newspapers. The same hunters that ruthlessly massacred her entire family, were treated like heroes.
Ten years have passed since that day. And surprisingly, Saoirse holds no grudges against mankind. Probably because she had lost all memory of it. The extreme trauma of watching her family murdered had induced amnesia. Now she knows very little of her childhood, only holding a few fragments in her memory. However, she still knows who she is and what she is, yet this did not scare her in the slightest. She accepted what she was and, what's better, she can control it.
She now lives in the tiny apartment she calls home, where she works on her paintings and commissions for her clients.
Occupation: Artist/ Painter/ Freelance artist
Country of Origin: Ireland
Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Saoirse wants to meet him dearly so that she won't be alone anymore, but never seems to have the time because of strict deadlines. She wants her soulmate to you loyal and love her for who she is, rather than what she is. She also wants for her soulmate to be able to protect her, though she isn't sure exactly as to why that is.
