Bloody Rose Satron //F

[' ' Bloody Rose Satron ; ;]

' ' BLOODY ROSE SATRON ; ;!

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I've been around the world in the pouring rain

Nickname: Call me Bloody and we will be best of friends. Call me Rose and we are now the worst of enemies

Gender: I am a ice cold Femmora through and through

Age: Well, why you are a rude little thing, are you not? I am four and 1/2 years old.

Mate: My heart is going to no one but myself.

Offspring: Pups? Uh, they are so disgusting. I have None thankfully.

Sire: Torturo

Dame: Carthe

Species: Well, darlings, I am a grey wolf through and through..

Eye Color: Stare into these souless violet things

Coat Color: The deepest of ashen black

Markings: I have one marking, and many scars. I have a half mask on my crown, a light red color that surrounds my left orb. Scars ripple on every inch of my pelt, from the tip of my banner to the tip of my nose. Battles fought and won, and tortures made and failed to open my jowls.

Weight: Well, now this is just plain rude *scowls* but alas, I will tell that I am One hundred and fifteen ibs

Feeling out of place, feeling strange

Appearance Description:

Eh why do you want to know what I look like? It is ugly as hell, but do not judge until I am finished. I am a medium sized wolf, more on the large size then the small. I weigh a good amount for my age and height, not fat at all thank you very much! I had small auds, thick lashes, and violet orbs that will scare the shit out of you. My ivories are long, the two canines curving against my bottom lip as I smile a devilish smile. My pelt is the darkest of black, with some silver undertones. I have a red mask on my face, a marking that I am proud to wear upon myself. My banner is curved slightly, and in the air because I am dominant. My pillars are long, muscular with big paws and black daggers. My body is scarred heavily from many fights, and the torture I received, and the battle from my father. I like my scars, so shut the fuck up and dont stare when you meet me.

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

Bitch;; Let me describe this little aspect of myself. I can be a total annoying lupine who cares for no one but myself. My harsh tongue causes your auds to bleed, and you to flinch back from the verbal onslaught. I don't care about you, and frankly you will not ever care about me. My heart is stone cold, my orbs even colder as you gaze into their icy violet depths. My bitchiness is a aspect gained from my history, and I will never not be this part of personality. It is part of my armor that guards my heart, my soul, and my body. I need to be a bitch, to keep others from liking me and trying to befriend my souless self.

Independent;; Without a doubt, I make my own decisions and don't like anyone taking control of my life. If I think my opinion is worth hearing, I will give it without really paying attention to what you say. My life has always been about me doing what I have to do to keep myself alive. I won't take others orders without giving crap back. I need to know that you are a true leader who is worth my time before I even accept you. My independence has caused me to bring harm onto myself, but that does not mean anything. Everyone makes mistakes and mine just make my look imperfect to some. I like my independence and I always will.


Fighter;; I am not some worthless she - wolf who lets others boss my around. I fight for everything I have. I fight to keep my independence, and to keep myself alive. I won't let anyone steal a part of myself, or use me for their own gain. I fight tooth and nail to protect my soul, and to keep my heart from one day shattering under another fatal blow. I have been broken and beaten, messed with and tortured, and this has made me into the hardcore beast I am now. Fighting is all I have left, the only way to truly feel anything anymore. Broken I have fallen down into a crevice, and these fighting wings is all that holds me up.

Sarcasm;; Sarcasm is my best defense. I don't take others serious because really nothing is serious to me anymore. Tell my you are dieing, and I reply with a roll of my orbs and a snarl. I use sarcasm to get others to ignore me, or to keep away from me. If other do not think I can be serious, then they will keep away, because they cannot tell me anything without getting a smartass comment in return. I use this to keep myself from learnign something important, so that if I am ever captured by a lupine, they can't torture me for information, cause I know nothing.

Intelligent;; I am a quiet a intelligent being. Just because I am a smartass, and sarcastic does not mean I am stupid. I have made plenty of mistakes, but no one is perfect, espicially not me. I know how to survive, to get by in this world, and much more. Intelligence has given me the ability to form strategies, to keep myself alive, and to keep me ahead of those searching for me. I use this cunning part of myself to make sure no one will ever be able to figure me out, and to stay as far away from the true me as possible. I use my intelligence to please my alpha....sometimes.

Lieing / Disloyalty;; Ok, you know about loyalty and all that crap. I do not know one inch of it, and please do not try to teach me. I am loyal to no one but myself. I care for no one but myself, so do not try to get my mercy of loyalty. Yes, I fight for my alpha and defend their land, but that is all. I will follow their orders, but my loyalty will not always be strongh. You see, I really am a independent beast, and I do not take orders well. I do have a small sense of loyalty but it hardly shows. I will put myself in front of my alpha if he is under attack, and take the blow, but do not tell anyone. I want them to think of me as a soulless monster

Other;; Save me from myself. Keep me from slowing slipping into insanity. Hide me from the shadows who wish to draw me deep within their clutches and slowly suck the life from my orbs. Don't let my spirit shatter, or my form to fade away into eternity. Give me a chance to prove myself, to show you that I am not someone who is merely wasting space in this world. I am someone. I am a lupine. Do not let them abandon me once more.
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Weaknesses

• Making friends
  
• Making allies
  
• Cannot be loyal - well sometimes she can be.
  
• Strong - headed
  
• Telling truth
  
• Talking - She hates it

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Strengths:

• Fighting
  
• Cunning
  
• Ability to lie
  
• Torture
  
• Running
  
• Causing bloodshed

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History:

You wish to know my past darlings? Well, grab a good spot, some popcorn, and a companion. This history is bloody and scary as shit, so do not try to read this alone. You will have nightmares...most of them with me awashed in blood of my sire.

Now, let's see where to began. Oh, yes now I remember. I was born on a harsh winter night, the wind was cold and bitter thing as it ran into my parent's den, the blizzard sweeping ice and snow into the air. The healer could not come to my sire and dam when they whelped me, so it was a hard labor for my mother, while my father watched with anxious orbs. He wished for to get the healer, but then controlling his wild emotions, he acted as if this was a test to see if my mother was up to giving birth to a pup without help, and if the pup was strong enough to live after this long whelping. No child of his would be a weakling, and no mate of his would be weak enough to need a shaman to help during the whelping.

After five long, tiring hours Carthe gave birth to a medium sized whelp femmora. The she - wolf was beautiful, and showed promise to both her mother and father. Torturo looked down at the femmora, seeing a future already with this she - wolf who would grow up to be a ice cold bitch like himself, though minus the bitch for him. Torture nuzzled his mate pleased with her birthing, and licked the soft she - wolf who would be a future demoness. She would be a deadly lupine to mess with. He would make sure she learned everything...and brought fear to those who lived around her. Lifting his crown, he named her Bloody Rose, and that was that.

When the storm quieted, the healer, his brother, came forth and looked over the exhausted mother and the newborn pup. He licked her softly, before glancing at the father. He knew Torturo, and already knew that the femmora sire would make her a demoness.He cast a glance to the femmora and whispered to the mother Kill her! Kill her before it is to late! He lunged for the pup, jowls open so that he could destroy the femmora, knowing the mother was too meek to do so, and he had wasted his breath on her deaf auds. A black and red blur leaped, slamming into the healer with a force of a driving ram. The younger brother slammed into the terrain, glancing up at the snarling warrior wolven who was his brother. Torturo was a sight to see, his violet red orbs blazing, bloody black pelt sticking on end. The sire dropped his crown, spitting on the wolf who he had trusted as family Touch my daughter, and I will rip your throat out he meant every lyric he said. His brother held his gaze, before nodding and giving in. The parents would regret their decison but he could do nothing. Many wolven were afraid of Torturo, even though he was a loner, because he was a cold blood killer through and through. He did not want to piss the warrior off, so getting to his paws, he fled out into the night. He would keep his mouth shut about what he knew would come...

A few months after my birth, my father's eldest brother came to teach me what was to be taught to a pup. I was a bold thing, looking more like my father, and was as deadly as hell. I followed my uncle with a easy, confident stride not about to shame my sire, my dam....well I had not gotten along with her. She seemed to despise me, later on I would figure out she loved none of her pups. Anywho, my uncle took me in and taught me what I needed to know. He was nervous though at every lesson, and this in turn made my anxious. What was bothering the my uncle so much that he stared at the distance, or at me most of the time. I knew something was coming, but I just did not believe a member of my family could do what he did to me. One day at training, my uncle suddenly perked his auds and jumped away from me, spitting on the terrain and saying My healer brother was right. In hell you will burn demoness He then turned and dissapeared into the shadows. I made a move to follow when something struck me. I fell upon the terrain, blood spraying on the green grass. I looked up and found myself looking into the orbs of a large golden hue wolven, male, while two other's stood a little back. I figured out that the brother who had tried to kill me at birth had indeed told someone of what he saw, and these wolven meant to kill me. Did they kill me quickly? No, they did not have that mercy, not even for a young wolf.

Now, I will not go into detail of the torture I received from the daggers and ivories of these wolves. I just took the torture without blinking, feeling my blood seep from my body and drip into the terrain. My jowls were closed shut, one of the wolven had it's paws on my jowls. I could do nothing but wait for the dark lord of death to take me into his burning hell. My orbs light had begun to fade when snarls erupted from the shadows and my sire and dam and a loner who was a friend of our small group, appeared from the forest. All hell broke loose then as the warriors fought these intruders who had meant to take my life. My father tore apart, literally, the wolven who had tried to kill me. The golden hued one who had inflicted the most damage. My fathers rage sent the wolven to the ground, unable to truly fight back, while my father slowly but surely ripped him piece by little piece. When the battle was done, my sire turn to me, and snarled a low curse. The loner took me into his home for a while, for he was a healer. He would not let me die.

My sire wanted to avenge my torture, but he could not kill his own brother who had fled. He was angered, and went berserk many times, never killing his family but anything else that came into his path. My dam did not worry about my injury, for truly it was no sweat of her brow. My sire visited from time to sime, seeing the weak rise and fall of my chest, and the wounds that would scar me forever. He was saddened by this, but knew this was a sign that I had survived torture, and that was that. When finally I healed, my sire took me into the forest and trained me in battle, strategies, leadership and anything else I would need to survive. I took it in without blinking, my wanting to learn helping me become a expert at everything but...making allies. My father saw I hated to make friends, and he let it be, not at all surprised since what I had went through.

Now, when my second birthday came around did tragedy fall. My father, having slowly gone insane after my attack, finally turned upon me. I was shocked, for my sire was my one and only friend. In grief and to defend myself, I struck back, as strong as my father was because I was not the one insane and I was the quicker, learner one. In matter of moments, the battle was over. I was bleeding from deep gashes, fresh blood dripping from some, while other were caked, but I was the winner. I had gotten a loose hold on his neck, and he had yanked back. My sire had forgotten of my slightly then normal ivories, and his throat was ripped out. As his blood flowed into the terrain, I lifted my crown and howled in misery. My best friend and only companion was dead....

I retured to my mom and the loner to tell them of my news ...yet my dam was gone. I was alone now with only the loner, who soon left as well. I was young yet, a mere age of two, but I would not let it drag me down. I lay in the den to heal, my wounds slowly but surly scars like the ones from my torture. I was ridged with scars now, but I did not mind really. As soon as I was fully healed, I swept from my home and into the shadows of the forest. I soon came upon The Revolts territory, and became one of their own. Even though I could not be trusted fully, they same my experience in fighting, battle tactics, and leadership as a bonus that countered my disloyalty. I have been in this pack for awhile now, lonely and unaccepted.

Cause I ain’t met nobody that looks the same
Desired Pack: The Revolt

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Number of Characters?: 1

Bio Password: video killed the radio star

How did you find us?: Sordid Secrets / Virus

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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