Analisia Moonbright

[Analisia Moonbright]

Player Name: Marquis
Name: Analisia Moonbright
Age: 47
Race: Werewolf (Bitten)
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 142
Physical Description: Lean and strong, Analisia looks almost wolfish even in her human form. Her dark mahogany hair flows untamed down to the small of her back, though she usually has it pulled into a tight braid bound with leather. Her tall figure is sun tanned to a radiant bronze, only further announcing the amount of time spent out of doors. Dark brown eyes glint sharply, a caution for anyone outside of those few in her trusted circle. Of course these eyes darken to a coal black as she nears changing, offering up a warning to those around her. She wears loose clothing, usually in a men’s style, allowing her a certain freedom of movement not available in dresses and only rarely in skirts. Her blouses range from greens to browns, things that let her melt into a forested background without giving her away. And her soft leather boots wrap around her legs to the knee, perfectly fitted.

Possessions: Her most precious possessions are her twin daggers, both scripted with an old language even she does not understand. The only thing that she would consider next of value to this is her talisman, which she has no memory of, other than the fact that she has had it for as long as she can remember. The talisman is carved from dark cherry, and is a simple design, worth little value other than it’s ties to her previous life. Other than these, she only carries a traveler’s pack, filled with all the necessities for a nomad.

Powers or Strengths: Analisia can shift between three forms, her wolf form, the werewolf girl, and the human girl. She has the ability to control the change, unless she loses her temper. The only other magic like ability that she has is Telepathy, though it would be in it’s most primal form, more apart of the unspoken language of wolves that includes a thousand tiny shifts of physical expression that translates thoughts to another’s mind, than actual conscious use of magic. Her time alone has given her strong survival instincts, and incredible woodlore knowledge. In her human form she has a portion of the strength allotted to her werewolf or wolf form, which makes her slightly stronger than the average human, and this strength is amplified in both of her other forms. She has trained herself in hand-to-hand combat and combat with her daggers. She also has a mild talent in acrobatics.

Weaknesses: Though she has the ability to change between forms at will, any extreme emotion will bring on the change as well. And Analisia’s most usual extreme emotion is her anger. Due to her history, she has embedded a certain amount of intolerance of people, especially those who believe her to be weak or unable. Her telepathy can only send thoughts to those people who are willing to accept it, therefore she cannot talk to everyone’s mind, only those who are open to suggestions of the mind, or whom know of her talent. While her time alone honed her instincts, it also honed an inability to communicate or handle delicate social communication properly. Leaving Analisia blunt and almost always an outsider among crowds. She prefers to be away from large groups of people, and feels extremely uncomfortable in a crowd, more likely to lose her temper or simply run from those situations. She has very little etiquette, and her mannerisms are rough, but softer whenever it comes to children. Though in her changed forms she is far stronger than the average human, she seems to be weaker than most werewolves, probably due to her lack of having a pack. She is also allergic to all silver, as other werewolves are.

History: She sat down on the bed, sigh and rubbing her hands over her eyes. For the past month she had been staying at this inn, and she knew it would be time to move on soon, there were only so many nights that you could stay in a tavern drinking away the past before someone decided to brawl. Woman or not, and it was not as though she didn’t look as though she couldn’t take a punch. One of the reasons why she preferred the back of the tavern, with a seat against the wall, facing the entrance. She was cautious, but who wouldn’t be. Sighing once more, she downed the rest of her wineskin, she would have to remember to have one of the barmaids fill that in the morning.

Tossing the wineskin aside, she laid down on the lumpy mattress, she couldn’t afford any better. She had no job, moved to often to get one, and it was rare that people showed any appreciation for not getting their throat slit after a few sullen words. The only money she had was that she took off the random drunkard or those who dared try to rob her. If there was one thing she couldn’t stand it was a stupid mugger, including the highwaymen that occasionally made their way through the woods. So as a “fuck off” to anyone who tried to make an easy target of a foreign woman, she took everything they had on them. Sold the clothing and any goods that might offer a good price if they weren’t of any use to herself, and kept the rest.

The mattress did nothing for her aching head, then again, nothing much would after more than a few tankards of stale ale. Analisia shut her eyes slowly, fighting off the fatigue that would sweep her into unpleasant dreams for a moment longer. It was of no use.
As usual, her memories started in the moment she shut her eyes for more than a few seconds.

Blood, all she could see, all she could smell was blood. Her eyes fluttered quickly, and she lifted her hands yet again. Covered in it. The rich liquid slowly drying on her skin, leaving her feeling sticky and disgusting. She would have left that instant, knew that she should have, if only she knew where she was.
Panicked, she stood, only to fall to her knees as the dizziness washed over her. Catching herself from falling further, she breathed deeply, trying to regain her equilibrium.

“That is normal. You will gain your balance again soon.” A rough voice called to her from behind a set of trees. It was rough, not the voice that entices or encourages, just demands. “Stand up again, I want to see you in all your new glory.”

She dared not contend, after all, she was only a woman. Just turned 20, unmarried as far as she knew. Come to think of it, she couldn’t remember anything beyond her age. Standing she looked towards the spot where the voice came from.

“Look at yourself, you are a mess. Wonderful.” The voice laughed sharply. His words cutting deeply at her. Her cheeks coloring, she looks down. Gasping at the tattered threads that were once a flowing gown. The white stained red with blood. Her hands fly up to protect her dignity. “You really shouldn’t bother, you are mine now. You’re name is Analisia, and fashioned after my own you can have the surname of Moonbright. You are now my mate, deal with the fact however you must, but understand that from the moment you first turn you shall be mine and mine alone. Now rest, you have a long day ahead of you.”

Analisia’s eyes flew open, black as a moonless sky. Every night she tried to drown out the memories of that first week, and every night they haunted her. In that first week she had been forced to train her body. Forcing it to change into her other forms for hours on end. Learning how to hunt to feed the main that had taken every shred of dignity that she had ever had. Learning to be his mate in all ways, even when she tried to refuse him. She knew now that she had had little choice in the matter, but after she had run, escaped him for as long as she could, she had taken that training and learned to protect herself. She had become an outsider, a loner; staying as far away from others of her kind as she could. Trying to pass as human until it was no longer possible. She controlled the change now, able to switch between her forms at will, so long as she kept her temper at bay. Easier said than done.

Controlling her breathing, her eyes slowly slipping into their previous dark pool of brown, Analisia forced herself to relax. She could not afford to lose control here, so close to others. Risking not only herself, but anyone that might come her way. She could not have anymore blood on her hands. And she would make sure that as few people as possible would come to actual harm around her.

[Stella]

Hi and welcome to Thar

Your application looks great. I'm just going to have you change a few minor things that shouldn't affect your character too much. Werewolves are pretty well established in this setting. There are lots of different kinds of them and they all have their own way of doing things. In her weaknesses you mention that Analisia isn't as strong as an older werewolf, which doesn't make much sense to me. Vampires get stronger as they age, but in this setting werewolves don't really work like that. If you want to make a new branch of werewolf species and invent your own lore, that's all fine and dandy, but we'll have to work that out in World Development and it will take longer so that you know.

My guess is that it's probably not worth that. I would just take off all of the capitalized words like "Changed" and "Bourne" unless it's really important. So that you're aware, werewolves don't have any special way of choosing mates generally speaking, so the werewolf who bit her was a psychopath, but I figured that's what you were going for anyway. It's fine that she's weaker than other werewolves, but that doesn't apply to all bitten werewolves so I would leave the bit about her being weaker because she wasn't born as a werewolf off. I'd also like you to include an allergy to silver so other players know, as all werewolves and almost all shifters have this weakness.

[Analisia Moonbright]

Ok, I'll write all that stuff in. And yeah the guy who changed her was psychotic. I'll get her all fixed up!

[Stella]

I don't know if you're finished or not, but there's also this spot where things are capitalized: "She had become an Outsider, a Loner."

When you're done leave a reply so I know

[Analisia Moonbright]

She should be all fixed up now

[Stella]

Cool. One last thing. Use a different avatar. Anime avatars are sort of out of bounds here. They ruin the feel of the setting.

[Stella]

Approved.

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