Fiktion Mazarine // F

[Thirteenth]

Fiktion Mazarine !

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I've been around the world in the pouring rain
Nickname: Fiktion
Gender: Female
Age: 1 year 8 months

Mate: Open
Offspring: N/A
Sire: Deceased
Dame: DeceasedI'm

Species: Arctic Wolf
Eye Color: Greenl
Coat Color: Unhealthy shade of white
Markings: A long, nasty scar that curls around her left side and runs across her belly
Weight: 56 lbs

Feeling out of place, feeling strange
Appearance Description:

Fiktion is a female of slight stature. She is considerably smaller than the average wolf, not much more than half the average height, and extremely skinny. Due to her inability to competently fend for herself, she is gaunt and malnourished to the point that even her thick white coat does little to hide it. Her forelegs are heavily scarred due to abuses suffered as a pup, as are her sides and haunches though her pelt hides most of them from view. Her pale eyes are a soft teal coloration, and are usually wide with and haunted by fear.

Take me to a place where they know my name
Personality:

To say that Fiktion is a coward would be putting it lightly. Extremely quiet and introverted, she has lived most of her life in terrified silence. She is excessively mistrustful of males and will flee from them on sight if at all possible; if not, she will cower as close to the ground as possible as though attempting to become a part of it. There is hardly an ounce of nerve left in her, and she is so afraid of conflict that even ravens have chased her away from meals. Given this, it's a wonder that she has survived on her own for as long as she has. Due to a particularly traumatic incident in the past, something inside of Fiktion broke, and she hasn't been quite right since.

Weaknesses

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Strengths:

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History:

Fiktion was the last born and the runt of her litter. Her birth proved fatal to her mother, the pack’s beta female, who died shortly after and thus orphaned the newborns. Fortunately, the pack’s compassionate alpha female took them under her wing and nursed them beside her only surviving cub. Fiktion was an omega from the start. Her stronger siblings would often force her away from their adoptive mother’s belly, obliging her to wait until they had soothed their voracious appetites before she could feed. As they grew, the trend continued, and Fiktion grew accustomed to the pain of an empty stomach. By the time she and her littermates were old enough to begin learning to hunt, she was resented by most of the pack. As the abuses she suffered began to grow, the highly imaginative female began to retreat into herself, turning inward whenever she came under attack. With only her own mind for company, the lines between her fantasies and realities began to blur. Inevitably, her pack began to shun her as much for being strange as for being weak. Fiktion was finally driven from the pack in a flight of terror after she was assaulted and overpowered by one of the younger males in the pack. .

Cause I ain’t met nobody that looks the same
Desired Pack: Loner
Picture URL: i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/Valley%20Howls/72312752.jpg
Number of Characters?: She'll be number 4
Bio Password: We Love Serena
How did you find us?: Invite

Credits
Bio Template credited to Lunar Oasis
Character idea and writing credited to respective creator
Lyrics written by Will.I.Am – Traveling Song
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[Makarov]