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Adult; Immortal. (Twenty four in human years.)Family:
An older sister, Xehir
and an older brother, Aaxier
; the only man I truly adore.Children: Dante
, and Lhy
Light brown; with thin yet soft fur.Eyes:
All her markings consist of a darker shade of brown than the rest of her fur, aside from the silver swirl beneath her eyes. Starting from behind her ears is an uneven strip of brown down to the beginning of her tail. On her back are a pair of wings; two sets. The one on top is larger than the one beneath. At the 'opening' of her top wing is a set of dots, and at the end of her back marking is another trio of dots-- one large one in the center and two smaller ones. Both front paws have a large dot of brown and a smaller dot on top on both the inside and outside of her paws, in the corner near her 'thumb'. And, on her back legs, she has a simple dot on only the outer area of her leg. Accessories:
The snake arm bracelet; the eyes normally ruby. They change color depending on what key she decides to use; element wise.Build:
Hauntiis is slender built canine. She's smaller than your average canine, standing to the shoulder of your average female wolf. Her tail is short and her paws are a little large for her build. Overall, Hauntiia was built for speed or quick ambushes, but not for lengthy fights nor defense.Personality:
Fact or Fiction?
♠ Hauntiia is a rare species of demon. In fact, most have gone extinct, aside from her sister and herself she knows about.
♠ Because of what caused her species to go extinct, she dislikes dragon crossed species. And dragons in general.
♠ Currently she and Xehir (Who goes by Missy) aren't really close. Or even friendly towards each other. Sort of… hostile.
♠ She is an 'Immortal' of sorts; with odd inhuman qualities.
♠ She has a strange love for fire flies. It brings her back to her innocent childhood, where she used to play with them.
♠ She has Arachnophobia (strong fear of spiders). Which is odd, but true.
Hauntiia is an Immortal
of sorts. There's no official title of what she is, only that she can survive things that normal creatures and mortals couldn't. Even if her heart stops beating, she would awake a few hours later unsure as to what had just happened. Since she doesn't turn into a beastly wolf, drink blood, eat brains, or any other typical stereotype an immortal creature normally carries, there's no true definition as to what she is.
Aside from the ability to live through things others wouldn't, she can manipulate anything with metal in it or absorb it. Manipulating consists of stopping bullets, drawing them in like a magnet, the ability to peel apart a car's hood like it was paper, create weapons, and so on and so forth. When she absorbs, she can later use the metal she has in her body as a weapon or shield. She can form spikes from her shoulders, for example, if someone is clamped down on her. She can also harden a layer beneath her skin but above her muscle as a shield. She also has inhuman hearing and hawk-like sight, along with increased speed-- but nothing like a demon or Vampire.
But with strengths come weaknesses. Fire, for instance, isn't good news for her. While she might be strong, she's not invincible. She has the same restrictions a normal human would have, for the most part. She can still break bones, still lose blood, still needs to sleep and eat, and tends to be highly emotions.
History of Hauntiia:
Hauntiia was too young to remember, but when she was younger her older brother had destroyed their old home, eliminating all of whatever their species was, including their own mother. Xehir was the only reason why Hauntiia made it out. Hauntiia has no idea what had happened, nor that she has an older brother. The story is written from her perspective, and in human.
I was struggling to breathe, my cheek pressed against the cobblestone path. Everything was a blur-- how did I get here? Where am I? I heard his laugh, that cruel, disgusting laugh… I knew it couldn't be good. I slowly pushed my body up off the cobblestone, the taste of nickel in my mouth. As my golden eyes lifted, I faced the man that had made my life a living nightmare, and I was alone.
I was nothing special. I was born in the early 1900's in Brazil, though I hardly remember living there, or if it's really where I cam from. My sister was there at the beginning, but unfortunate events brought us apart; and I was on my own-- well so to speak.
As you know, back then woman were lesser citizens, and weren't treated the same as men. I learned quickly hot to behave, responding almost like a dog to commands. I was a waitress at a saloon, where men were more than willing to talk to me but less than interested to learn my name. I was the 'new girl' there, and I wasn't used to the loud and obnoxious behavior from customers, nor did I have any idea it was a popular place for outlaws.
-Will be continued later-
Friends and Foes:
Missy is about four years older than me, and pretty much was absent through my entire life. I feel like she hates me, for whatever reason. I don't know why but I made her angry; maybe because I was too weak, or complained too much. It could be, really, any of those reasons. But whatever it was she left me to fend for myself. I don't… Don't dislike her for it, not at all, no. But I am hurt by it. She hardly visits me and Abe, though she does sometimes drop by, though I feel like it's forced.
My husband, Abraham.
He was the first man to ever show me kindness, and from that moment on I knew it was love. However, when things went bad I blamed him, and when I was dragged into CREED they twisted the facts and made it look like he was the reason I was so empty and hurt.
We've had a lot of ups and downs. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot; after all we're both ageless. But I know that he's perfect for me, and I know that there's no man out there for me but him. I love him, and he loves me-- and that's all that matters now.
I loved this man, at one point.
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She's cruel, heartless, violent and would hunt down an Elephant just for the fun of the game. But she did save my life and taught me how to hunt and fight. And I'm sure without her, I'd be dead. Star as well… Both of them took good care of me, even if the training was a little extensive and somewhat cruel. Sabre didn't approve of me joining CREED, so as soon as I did she left. However, now that I'm out she does check up on me to see how I'm holding up. She's a better sister than my real one, that's for certain.
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was a gift from Sabre after all the problems with CREED. The half feline, half canine creature grew attached to Hauntiia rather quickly, though is very protective and cautious around other characters. He butts heads with Drake. He is the size of a fully grown black bear (3.5ft).
This creature has the facial and muscle build of a feline, but the body shape of a canine, as well as canine teeth. Because of his shorter cat-like snout, there are simply too many teeth in his muzzle, therefore a few stuck out of his mouth. His claws are retractable, black in color and about two inches long and curved. His tail is darker then the rest of his body, and is braided. He is a sub-species of Garfir, though one of the only that lack the scorpion tail.
Sabre found Bullet during her many travels, and when she ran into Hauntiia again she left the odd creature with her. Bullet reacts well when with Hauntiia, but only to her commands, though is rather loyal to Abe as well.
Note that Bullet is sometimes found in Human/Anthro role plays. Of course, with whoever I'm rping with's okay.
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