Damnes, Sythe

[sythe]

Sythe Rose Damnes

Character Play-by: Martina Andrews

name: Sythe
age:19
gender:female
orientation:straight
race: Werewolf, Alpha, Rogue
birthplace: French Alps
current location: Forks.
occupation: waitress

personality:She grows a sense of not trusting anyone. She might double cross you, but don't take it personally, she does it too everyone she doesn't bother to get too know. Her motto is if your back is never shown, then it’s never gunna get stabbed. She does the back stabbing, but don’t take it personally, it’s all due to her past, that she ruins any relationship with someone ever.If blame anything, blame her past, she's been swallowed by pain, turned into a bitter old woman, who is stubborn, and fights. She is quiet dominate, although, not very loud. She can be very 'scary' when she gets a serious face.

When she puts her mind to something, she'll go at it with ease. She is as stubborn as a bull going for a red flag, and mess with the bull, you will get the horn. She is a softy for children though, no matter what species they are; perhaps she enjoys their playful nature, she would never know. She over all, likes to stay in the background, likes to not be considered an enemy, or a threat and when her enemies back is too her, she will attack them.

But over all Sythe is a complete puzzle that not even the most complex minds can figure out. She likes it that way, and often she doesn’t even know the reasons why she does the things she does. She doesn’t care to ask herself why she does it.

detailed history: Mother- Aurora -Alive(name-means dawn)
Father- Augustin-alive(name means- Noble)
Elder Brother- Alderic-presumed deceased(name means- Ruler)
Younger sister-Emma-deceased(name means-universal)


Sythe was the middle child of Augustin, the pack leader of one of the most powerful packs in europe; and Aurora, a nurse and a gentle woman. Growing up; in one of the settlements in the mountains, far from most humans and even vampires. She was born, younger then Alderic, her brother and next in line to be alpha, and older the Emma, a kind soul like her mother.

The pack had been far enough into the snowy wastelands that they had the ability to shift when they needed, and monthly they would go hunting, the whole pack. Sythe was still a child then, and her brother who had been only two years older then herself, had been a child protege; he had mastered his ability at five, and killed his first target at nine.He had been everything her father had wanted; had wished for.

Her father had been proud of her when she shifted at four, but she saw no point in mindlessly killing, denying her true instinct, denying that she had been a monster. She didn't excel in medicines, like her younger sister, who at the time was three and held great interest in plants and the body.

When she grew older her friends had become her syblings, ten years of age she was and expected to kill, and in fact.. she didn't kill; her brother killed for her. She knew her mother knew.. her mather had been a sage had she been, and her sister. But some where.. deep inside she had a feeling her father knew. Her brother; Alderic had been quiet the character, dark, mysterious, cold.. but mainly cruel to any one, but his younger syblings, Sythe even heard him challenge her father a few times. Whilst Emma, had been the opposite, a kind soul who understood that the hunt was essential to it, but had still been young and didn't have too.

Sythe had been growing older and it became clearer, that despite the fact she had been middle child, to her family.. she had been the runt.Fourteen and still didn't hunt?! At least.. thats how she saw it. But one night had changed it all, her sister and her had been in their wolf forms during the hunt, but then again.. this was something they did often. It was some what of hide and go seek, and her and her sister had wandered off farther then normal from the hunting grounds.

She couldn't find her sister; but then the strong smell of blood had been in the air. She followed her nose to the scent, to find her sister there, ripped open. She didn't know what to do, and the only thing she could do is find her father and tell him. Telling him everything. She knew he would be disappointed, but not enough to disown her; which he tried doing, her brother Alderic, of course he stood up for her.

She had promised her father this, that she would kill the vampire who had killed her younger sister, and her father's words echoed through her mind, the words haunt her to this very day. “You kill? Your a pathetic excuse for a wolf, you can’t even do the sacred hunt? How do you expect to kill a vampire” the words echoed through her head.

When she turned sixteen, she and her brother had been hunting, well he had. Her mother had been sick, deathly ill, and she had a feeling her father expected it was her fault, and even after a while.. she thought it was her fault. When she had shifted back her brother held the hunt in his hands, and he had gotten a little bit too close too her, over the years. Then it came out of no where, the snow storm it separated her brother and her from their pack,and that night.. she can still remember it as if it is yesterday, her brother had admitted feelings towards her, feelings she didn't comply too, and in the end; he raped her.

She fought back against it, and eventually passed out. When she awoke, she had been covered in blood, the snow storm had lightened up and she ran to her pack to speak to her father. Her father hadn't believed her, and in fact.. thought that Sythe had killed both of her syblings. She begged her father and pleaded with him, but she had to be judged.

She had been showed to the counsel that night and her father; had stated.. murder of the pack was something that could only be brought to justice in death of the murderer, but he didn’t want to see his last of children die, so he banished her from all of her pack, and to show it he and the council branded her, with hot iron. Threatening if she would ever step on their lands.. she would be killed.

He gave her a bank account, in which he puts money in and sent her over to America, and that was the last she saw her father; blinded in tears. She still promises herself though.. one day she would find the vampire who slayed her sister.. that was the least she could do.


fears:

Fire Well, this is more of a psychologist fear. The metals used to brand her had been made hot by fires. Therefore giving her a great fear of fire.

Trust/betrayal She has some major trust issues going on here; she has a fear of people and really, she doesn’t like them. She believes she should be hard and cold so then no one get close enough to hurt her, and that is what she is truly afraid of; betrayal.
strengths:

Cunning Ever hear of “Cunning like a wolf”.. well.. it's like “Cunning like a fox” but times it by ten. She is quick tongued, and almost talk her enemy out of any situation she gets herself in; not to add to the fact it helps her think of ways out of situations she gets in. Also to add to the quick tongue, and her situations, it also helps her analyze what to do and when to do it.

Speed Even in her human form she is incredibly fast; in fact, some would say she was inhumanly fast, but to add to her speed is her flexibility and her endurance. She's practically the energizing bunny. Well, erm in this case wolf. Speaking of wolves, in her wolf form she is also fast, maybe faster then most wolves.

Lying This goes hand and hand with the first example, she seems to be able to lie to any one, without a care or worry of getting caught. This often gets her trapped; but you know she likes to live a little.

weaknesses:

Physically weak Even though she is stronger then most humans, she is still a weak wolf. She could easily be over powered; she would put up a fight, but it would be futile.

Stubborn This would be considered a bad thing for Miss. Sythe; even though this shows greatly in her wolf form. How sythe sees it is, she could challenge a whole biker gang, but in the end if she looses, she looses.. but if she wins.. well then good for her. She would stick by a rock and face a hurricane if she had too, the main point is, she is extremely stubborn for no good.

loner This is her biggest, and possibly maybe the final ingredient in her cocktail of death; wolves rely on packs, if she is wounded.. she would have no where to go too, and that fact that she is stubborn would make one question.. in the end.. if she could.. would she?

likes:snow
sushi
Children
The Moon
Reading/artwork

dislikes:sleeping
vampires
medium temperatures
crowds
fire

facial appearance: Sythe has a narrow face, that is tan like the rest of her bodice. She normally wears dark eye make up that seems to make her eyes appear a light gray, when in human form they are just gray. Her hair is long and black, but naturally its curly but she wears it always straight and in a pony tail.

clothing: Her clothing style varies, from a tank top and blue jeans to what she normally wears; a blue plaid dress, that hugs her bodice tightly. The dress is thigh high, and is usually accompanied with blue and black trinkets and black boots, or heels.

build: Slim/muscular
marks/scars: All along her back ancient markings are.
species appearance: Sythe is a brown wolf, sort of a red is color, with silver eyes, and is rather small for a werewolf, but her size helps her; because speed is her greatest strength. It would seem her body was perfectly put together, as if she had been a machine and each part of her body had been hand picked to work together.

powers:

your name:Gabby
age:16
how long have you been roleplaying?:five or four years
how did you find us?:adverts
codeword:

roleplay sample:

Barely audible foot steps, padded against the ground. It had been that odd time, just before sun rise and moon set.Where it seemed the earth had been confused weather or not if it was night or if it was day. Had the moon wished to set or stay, the sun didn’t seem to care. This time... everything had been slow. Ever so slow. It seemed that fog danced around this area, and the smell of dew had been in the ground. It was as if, dew was natures way of becoming fresh. Being clean.

Blue eyes seemed to glow through the confusion of night and day, and across the sky was a ink, then it faded into purple, and purple to dark blue, and dark blue into black. It was really beautiful with all the stars splattered through out the sky. The foot steps stopped, and a girl sat down next to the lake, the woman was pale and short, she stared into the lake with blank eyes. She was the one that was suppose to be strong. She yanked off her trench coat, and set it next to her. Her hair had been pitch black and bobby pins pinned back her bangs that would have been wildly in her face.

She rested her head on her palm, and she had been thinking to herself. She was the suppose to be the strong one. She stood up and walked towards the water, and looking down at her reflection. A pitch black wolf stood there, with noble markings on her face, decorated over her forehead under her eyes. She looked down, before grabbing a handful of water and drinking it, and they would not need her when she falls, and they would stay with her even if shes wrong. She let out a sigh before sitting back. What was she suppose to do?

She looked around, no one was here within miles. She closed her eyes, and crossed her arms firmly against her chest. She let out a soft sigh in relief. She would have to not care for what happens. Like the sun and moon, even though they both die every day, they shine. They come back to life. There would be more like her, and they’d have pack members who didn’t need them. She’d be like the sun and moon, shining like a god, like a leader.

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