Dieitra Wolf

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Dieitra Wolf
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: Dieitra
  • Nicknames: DW, Die, Wolfie
  • Race: Wolf
  • Class: Ranger/Mage
  • Alignment: Neutral
  • Age: Late 20's
  • Size: Medium
  • Body Type: Avarage
  • Height: 5'6"
  • Weight: 150lbs
  • Complexion: Dark
  • Hair: Black
  • Eyes: Left is light blue, Right is dark blue
  • Handedness: Right
  • Relationship Status: Firmly and Unfalteringly Taken. She has a wolf's sence of loyalty after all.
  • Personality: Reserved, but has a good sence of humor and is hard to offend. Once she gets to know someone or feels comfortable in her surroundings she can be quite vocal.
  • Mannerisms: Again, usually reserved. She's usually has a quiet grace, although she puts no actuall effort into being so.

• Description

  You see a young(ish) female wolf. She is generally bi-pedal in form, though her original shape is that of an actual, if somewhat larger then usual, four legged wolf. Her fur is black in color, the only thing remotely odd about her physical appearance is her eyes. One is an extreemly light blue, bordering on white. The other a darker, more natural shade of blue. When she is in her anthro form she wears worn, black leathers under a darkly faded, hooded cloak. Dusty leather boots grace her foot-paws and an empty scabbard hangs from her belt.
  A little yellowish lizard can usually be seen perched on her shoulder, its uncanny intelligence sparking behind its silvery eyes when it deems to gaze at you.

• Biography

  She grew up as a young pup knowing nothing of her mother. She was raised by her father; a wolven mage, in a small village comprised of mostly other wolves. A few human families dwelt among them, but most found the deep woods to be too "wild".
  She learned elemental magics early on from her father, fire being particularly easy to bend to her will. As she grew she learned to manipulate her shape as well, and delighted in running around on two legs instead of four.
  Later while she was still quite young, she found the reason why her mother wasn't around. Her father had fallen in love with a kind of demoness, and she professed her love for him as well, but in the end he was left abandoned with a newborn pup to care for.
  As she grew older her father taught her all he could and desided it was time for her to venture off on her own to learn what she could for herself. She found a human settlement and settled down for a few years. Untill all hell broke loose. The town was burned to the ground by a fire she couldn't even begin control. The people she had grown to care for, and one she had even come to love, were all burned to ash in a matter of moments. Devistated, she wandered for days before being found by a kindly old couple who took her in and nursed her back to sanity. Thus began the darkly spiraling rabbit hole that encompased her life.
  She began the life of a wanderer. If she stayed in one place to long, bad things tended to happen to those around her. It felt like she was being herded along, like a lost sheep. And indeed that is exactly what was happening. The one who spawned her mother was calling her to itself. Its plans for her where nearing fruition. It had sent her mother out into the world to bear a single pup, one that could travel freely between their two worlds. One that could be manipulated to its will. One that was strong enough to bring its world into the world of the living.
  Years went by in maddness. She knew of her maker and its plans and was slowly being driven to insanity. The little lizard named Zair was given to her by one of the denizens of the otherworld, her brother. He created Zair as a means for her to keep a grip on who she was, as well as an amplfier for her powers, so she could try to stop the master's dark plans.
  Eventually she was able to overcome the will of her maker, and with a cataclismic show of power, was able to entomb him and break the link between the two worlds.
  She lost all memory, save for a few bits and pieces of her very early childhood. Her magic was lost to her as well, though once in a while a spark rises to the surface. Zair still acompanies her, sitting quietly on her shoulder, willing her to remember, at least in part, what she is capable of, waiting for the day he could once again be called her familier.