EDEN OF SIX

OOC

Player: Run
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Contact: email connected to this account
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IC

Name: Eden of Six
Gender: Female
Age: 2 years
Breed: White German Shepherd
Pack: Loner
Rank: Loner
Personality: Calm, silent, observant, intelligent, fearless, reckless, assertive, dominant, stubborn, manly, good actor

She is a calm creature, rarely speaking or showing reaction to anything said by another. She listens to everything and makes it her business to notice things. She is incredibly intelligent and remembers almost everything she hears and sees. This means she has a wealth of knowledge from healing to stories. Even though she rarely shows anger when provoked she can be rather intimidating, using her form and threatening to invoke fear and submission. She sees life as futile and so that makes her somewhat fearless, death does not faze her nor does it scare her. This means she can sometimes be somewhat reckless yet she is confidant in her abilities and when she is being ‘reckless’ she feels in control and rarely realizes how reckless she is being.

She hates being told what to do and whether or not she will do what she is told to depends on  what her aim is from doing the thing. She is as hard as the quartz that forms her bones yet she is just at beautiful, sharp and cunning. She can be described as a sociopath as most things she does comes with an ulterior motive yet she is an excellent actor and not many realize this. She acts like a male most of the time, carrying herself as what would be expected of a male. 

Appearance:  Eden is a white German shepherd with rough yet clean fur. She is a large dog, larger than most of her species, because of her enlarged muscle mass. All across the board her muscles are almost double the size of the normal dog’s muscle. This is because her entire skeletal frame is made up of living Quartz. Her body, in the polluted environment, has found a way to substitute the calcium and magnesium in her bones with oxygen and silicone. This in effect makes her a living stone, not only is the quartz stronger than bone but it is also heavier hence the need for a larger muscle mass. Of course this muscle mass can only be seen when she is wet and her fur clings to her body. 

Two spikes of quartz protrude from the front of her for legs, they stick out at odd angles and when in a fight they can be used to spear opponents with a shift of the leg’s position. Her head holds an elaborate display of quartz. There are three spikes along her muzzle and between her ears rests a rather larger head piece. It curves near the front with another spike sticking out and near the bottom there are three spikes sticking at odd angles. Her canines are elongated. All of the quartz is clear and shiny like glass.

Eden has light blue eyes that look almost silver. Her fur and crystals are pure white.

In future she will learn how to change the colour of her crystals by eating certain things.
Limited Traits: None
History: Her childhood was filled with screams, the screams of her
parents as they fought and her siblings as they eventually joined in, the
screams of dying creatures and the screams of frustration that she herself
emitted. She was taught from a young age to fight, not only in defence but also
in attack and hunting. Anything that moved was considered food and so she is
not against the idea of cannibalism. Of course it is used as a last measure.

They were born six to two volatile parents, parents who didn’t
fight but fought, parents who were often times against each other yet so
set in stone for each other. Parents who loved each other deeply but were too
afraid to show it. She remembered a time when another spoke badly of her mother
and did not live to tell the tale, needless to say father brought hound to the
den for dinner that night. She had no doubt her mother was the same; their love
was strong but hidden. Her parents had joined together simply because they
needed to survive and they had not intended on having young, in fact when they
had joined each other’s companies it had been because they had been good
friends as young pups.

They were all given numbers as names, it was tradition:
until a pup reached maturity they were to be given the name of a number. It
discouraged bonding with the young and therefore limited the heartbreak when
the young died to the elements. It was rare for a pup to reach maturity, still
is in Eden’s opinion. In her first two years of life she watched her five
brothers fade and die, she was saddened that her siblings had left the world
yet she was happier that it was not her that had left. For you see when food
was scarce her parents would pick the weakest child and that child would become
dinner. It was an accepted fact of life, none of her siblings had fought it and
only three had succumbed to that fate. One died due to a stranger’s aggression and
retaliation and another got himself into a stupid situation and was never seen
again.

When she reached a year and eight months she was
considered an adult and so she was allowed to pick her own name yet she did not
fully discard her number for it reminded her of her childhood. Her parents left
her two months later, leaving her to fend for herself.

Visual Reference: (Coming)
RP Example: By the light of the moonlight she walked down what was
once a street in a suburban area, on both sides of the wide pathway shambled
and run-down buildings stared at her. When she was young they were menacing,
their broken glass windows waiting to devour her. The doors that hung off their
hinges hiding menaces and monsters of all sorts. In time she had learned that
the only monsters that these doors hid had been them, the dogs that lived in
them. When she had realised the truth of the monsters she had been horrified,
yet sooner than expected she had calmed, accepting the truth, accepting her
fate. She was a monster, a creature ready to kill in the blink of an eye and
without any emotion. Emotion was weakness; it always had been and always would
be. It was why she had been born and that of course had not turned out well. Five
lives lost in less than two years. She had been born strong and so she had
survived, how cruel a world they lived in.

She threw her head back, stopping her slow gate and she
stared at the crescent moon. She had always thought the moon to hold some
power, some gift. She had thought that by calling to it that it would relieve
her of the world’s suffering but it never did. It left her in the god-forsaken
world filled with danger and death. With a soft growl she looked away and
continued her journey. She was not sure where she was going, all that she knew
was that when she woke up they were gone and now she was alone in this
hell-hole. They had each other yet all she had was herself. They protected each
other and all she had was her stones. With another growl she diverted her
thoughts, thinking back onto happier times. When pups rolled through the
streets without a worry in the world, before the first killing, before the
first death or any of that tragedy.

((The profile will be added to and expanded as I explore her character a bit more))