Post by The Hound on Sept 24, 2021 21:45:53 GMT
[attr="class","app_header"]The Hound
"Wolves do not concern themselves with the opinion of sheep~"
[attr="class","section"]ESSENTIAL PROFILE
Full Name: Vanya V. Valentine
Alias: The Hound | Wildling | The Black Dog
Age: 17
Birthday: Winter
Race: Sheikah
Occupation: Wild Huntress
Pronouns: She/Her
School of Magic: Demise
[attr="class","section"]PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE
"A fortune teller saw my future, and she told me one day, i would fill the world with teeth~"
WILD CHILD: Memories of civilization lie far from this ones muddled and crazed mind, the dark influence of the Lost Woods ever ensnaring her senses and further removing the youngling from her own humanity. Her life before the massacre all but lost as the feral wildling lives out her current days as little more than a savage on the outskirts of Hyrule. Her ‘feral tendencies’ adopted from the constant influence of Wolfos in her life as her very behavior has adapted and devolved to better assimilate into her environment. Gaining animal-like instincts that she possesses due to being raised by a pack of beasts. She purrs when content or amused, growls when fearful or threatened, snarls when bursting with anger or aggression and has an overwhelming primal instinct to pounce on those around her much to their dismay. Rarely ever walking fully on her legs she often resembles the very creatures that raised her and is driven almost completely by primal impulse and base instinct. Thus preventing her from fitting in to civil society resulting in her staunch dislike of city-folk and almost always avoiding close contact with those who would do her harm. Her use of language has all but been stunted for nearly ten years while her brain has rewired itself to disregard written language completely in favor for more practical survival skills. 'Tall Ones' tend to simply confuse the girl and her knowledge of the outside world beyond the Lost Woods is extremely limited, only ever daring venture out during hunts or when her curiosity gets the best of her, often getting the wildling into heaps of trouble.
THRILL OF THE HUNT: To be still to the child is to die slowly, stillness is considered Vanya's biggest weakness. With an insatiable appetite and a maddening instinct to run, climb, chase and kill overwhelming every fiber of her being. There is no feeling more fulfilling and no sensation more rewarding than to hunt truly worthy prey. A rapid obsession that only grows harder to control with each passing day. This ravenous desire to be active in some way shape or form has made it nearly impossible to keep the wildling still, her mind constantly seeking a task or purpose to stimulate her senses and sharpen her teeth. This can manifest in many different ways, from terrorizing innocent country-folk for the sheer entertainment of it or pranking passing travelers, sneaking into places she does not belong and stealing food from the occasional camping party tend to be activities that fill Vanya with delight.
WOLF SONG: Despite the savagery ingrained into the child after so many years isolated from others remnants of her old self shine through in her unconditional love for all things artistic in nature. To sing, dance, and fill the dark woods with laughter and beautiful music with her new family, to paint images of her daring hunts upon trees and feel the warmth of those around her. While many will only ever know the bloodthirsty wildling who hungers for the hunt, others might catch glimpses of the girl that show her in a different light. Full of emotion and highly expressive, the mere arrival of rain and thunder may send the child into great delight, finding joy in being untamed, wild and free and never missing a chance to grasp it.
RAVENOUS HUNGER: Despite her healthy figure and lightweight visual, the Wildling possesses an appetite that many would consider boundless. With a near insatiable hunger that only grows she has been known to raid transports to hyrule purely just to take the food. Often sneaking about stealing stored food from all over Hyrule just to store in her hiding places. Highly motivated by the promise of a good meal Vanya is easily influenced by her nose, catching the scent of something sweet is bound to lure her towards its source. She is also incredibly selfish when eating and will refuse to share her food while chowing down.
PACK MENTALITY: Since the loss of her tribe and the curse marked upon her flesh Vanya has developed severe needs for attachment which for more than half her life have been the vicious beast that lurk in the dark woods. Her many years with her pack has made her extremely depending on them emotionally, so much so that any longer than a couple days without being close to them she becomes highly anxious and restless. Suffering from extreme separation anxiety when split from her fellow wolves she has been known to go into fits of rage and sadness if left in silence for to long. Walls will close in all around her and the loneliness and leave her unmotivated to move, eat or sleep. For her, loneliness is just as effective as poison, killing her slowly~
THE COLLECTOR: All things that glimmer, sparkle, trinkets and doodads all tend to spark a curiosity in the wildling. It is not uncommon to see the child dawning random pieces of clothing she found or jewelry like rings in her wild mane of hair or trinkets strewn about her den. Mostly from her adventures outside the lost woods, Vanya delights in collecting anything she can and decorating herself or her den with whatever she finds. Even going as far as to take trophies from her hunts and adding them to her small collections, even going as far as to trade a telescope she found for candy from a kid who lived in the Kokori forest. Hide your belongings when approached by the wild ones~
[attr="class","section"]PHYSICAL PROFILE
"I see them, in their fancy dresses and strange trinkets. And often i wonder...could i ever be so beautiful?"
"I see them, in their fancy dresses and strange trinkets. And often i wonder...could i ever be so beautiful?"
SAVAGE VISAGE: Birthed from tooth and claw; a tyrannical beauty of sin and succulence, surrounded by the kiss of silk and shadows. She is a pillar, imposing and unyielding in her manner, veiled by the raven touched pelt of a wolfos that so elegantly adorns her head, ephemeral strokes of magnificent alabaster upon the bleached surface of grinning bones. Pale flesh scarred and painted with marks of the hunt, Malignant remnant of era past, primeval, elegant gore beneath the savage light of the swinging pendulum, silver, ethereal within the bruised ombré of the gluttonous wayward heavens. Tattered crimson cloth makes up her the small amount of clothing she wears, her legs and arms wrapped in black silk and her tattoos exposed to the open air as the wild child presents herself to the gods, many often mistaking her for a shaman or witch.
MARK OF THE BEAST: Etched upon the young wolfs flesh is a mark of ever growing influence. While mere tattoos to some, these markings are carved into her very body with an infectious magic, allowing the mark to grow and spread in accordance to strength of those who possess it. Perhaps Vanyas most noticeable aside from that wolf cloak are the highly detailed and mesmerizing deisgn of her mark that spreads along both arms, up to her neck and traveling slowly down her back.
BLACK SHEEP: There is beauty in being different. A thought that has often crossed the mind of the wildling back when she was young, growing up in the old village was...different. Even for a Sheikah, she never really fit the mold. Raven touched hair and a gaze so cold it could freeze souls. She still remembers what they called her then...Little Blacksheep. And now, so many years later that mantle only holds true. With a unruly, wild mane kissed by the night and pale flesh, when her face is exposed one is met with a the image of a beautiful femme, black painted lips and soft features in the face. While the body is sculpted perfectly for that of a huntress, many years of living in the wild keeping the girl in excellent condition for her health.
[attr="class","section"]HISTORICAL PROFILE
"Remember, no survivors. Kill them all~"
Final Diary Entry IV: My Bloody Valentine~
When people ask me about what i remember about that day i find myself feigning knowledge, i tell them i remember nothing. Truth is however that I remember everything, everything about the day i was born...and the day i died. I remember a fleeting glimpse of happiness. Warmth...family...my friend. But more than that i remember a bitter sorry that left unquenchable to my father's pure and noble heart. My mother perished beneath the stars that night, a beautiful nova in her own right, I am always told. She was a virtuous maiden, a heavy heart and mind resting upon her judged both a gift and a curse, a flaw and perfection in the same breath. Our father raised us, little ones that had kept him connected with the former Huntress he had loved so endearingly, so tenderly that she was unsure of how such a thing was possible. Despite my birthing, I was raised a normal child, running, racing the wind and challenging the open fields outside of our home.
Deep within the wood in which we dwelled, we carved ourselves anew in destiny. Blithe, untarnished faerie tale met an abrupt, horrifying ending. The smoggy trails of acrid smoke stroked the skies, the scent of burning, of death crept within my nostrils, burning my lungs until I spat it out in fervid acrimony and disgruntled dismissal. My family was fierce, warriors in their own right but on that dark day i can't quite comprehend how it all happened. In memoirs past, perhaps it truly was our own hubris, our own wretched fault for having committed so much sin. Mayhaps our deal with the spirits had forsaken us to the ruination we now face. Our elders they stole from us, the women they reaped from us, and the children they buried within the hovel, shadows of their deepest nightmares. Their piercing screams rend me from the insides out, twisting gluttonous innards into a squirming mess of putrid snakes that claw their ways out with malignant torment.
In the blink of an eye, the flutter of sultry lashes, we were dying.
The Hunters had become The Hunted~
The trees are alight, and my people are dying. All around me, I hear them, screams, malignant remnants of past occurrences that refuse to leave my mind unhindered. The memories burn, and yet I cannot stop them from running my mind in unstoppable trek over and over again. I can still almost taste the smoke of the fires, I can feel the heat, the warmth of my blood as it drips across my flesh.
My back burns, but my whimpers, my cries of pain, have long since been silenced by the numbing slash of realization, of anguished knowing. Without even the slightest of news, the sorrowed looks of those who came to retrieve me spelled to my already grieving heart all that I need know. 'How- how many? How many are gone?' My voice caught within my throat, trapped bird wings helplessly beating against the cage of my ribs to escape past my lips in fluttering, fluctuating volume. Eventually, i found the bodies of my family, heads split from their bodies and mounted, stuffed...corpses disfigured as humans laid claim to their trophies... Among them, I recognize their frames, the broken, mangled corpses seared by fire and the glistening raze of tempestuous titania steel. Blood and burns. Pain and fear. They warped them, they perverted them. They were destroyed.
And I was alone.
They would never come back to me.
I was the only one left...i could feel it in my bones, but a wee lass exposed to the horrors of the world firsthand.
To this day it is unclear to me how i managed to escape. Perhaps with aid from the outside or an opportune moment, but what i did know is that I was left to isolation. To wandering the crumbling world that was self-destructing all around me. I was combed, groomed as the newest in generation of our cursed bloodline when I had had none of the tedious lessons of my eldest sister. She was supposed to be in my shoes, a proud, strong Huntress of composure and grace. She followed in the steps of our father, a benevolent man with an iron grip and a heart of fire.
He was impassioned, compassionate, driven - as was she. She deserved to be here, and I deserved to be with them, deep within the gaping maw of the starving earth. I can feel it even now, eager to consume me, to bury me within its embrace until I smother in a whole as I was with this now almost But instead...i was cut away from my family.
And in the months that followed all i can recall is the ensnaring call of the great eldin forest. The sweet howls of music that sang every moon lured me deep into the lost woods. And in my grief stricken wandering i found myself surrounded by the claws and teeth of beast and in that very moment i welcomed quietly surrendered to the dark. But unbeknownst to me, the gods had other plans for me as the forest reached out to take me into its ever loving embrace. The maw of the wolf around my neck, and instead of death i felt warmth.
I only remember drowning from there on out. Drowning in desire and hunger so insatiable all memories of past sorrows faded from my mind. Consumed with visions of slathering fangs and claws digging and tearing. The ravenous thirst for blood and the overwhelming desire to walk among the wolves who had welcomed me into their cutthroat world of survival and instinct. I can...feel myself slipping, every day as the mark of the beast pushes me further from humanity. The need for language...for this journal. Its all becoming more and more unknown to me.
My memories are fading, and each day that passes the more i can't recall my own mothers face. If once i desired to be with my family, to reunite with civilization. I don't think i can anymore, i can feel myself changing. I can't even remember the names of my own family. I don't think i have much longer. So while i still know how to write and read, i have one last message.
To whoever finds this.
Marianne...i'm sorry, and you will always be...my friend.
- V.V
[attr="class","section"]BOUND BY BLOOD
The Black Wolf
The wolfos spirit curse has caused Vanyas mind and body to forever alter and shift how she now perceives the world by enhancing her senses to such an extreme that Vanya possesses just as strong if not stronger than the hounds around her. Her icy eyes are keen, capable of spotting movement from miles away and even visually dilating their eyes to ‘zoom’ in and gain very vision over a large territory, giving her amplified vision at a moments notice. They can also shift the way in which they see the world, having superior night vision and capable of seeing the the heat that others generate if she focuses hard enough. Additionally, her sense of smell is so high that they can track prey over long, vast distances. She can smell individuals based on scent alone and select which scent she wishes to follow, she can also smell sickness or illness on others when up close, allowing her to identify healthy prey for their hunts. Her sense of hearing is just as advanced, her ears acting almost as sonar dishes which allows her to hear the heartbeat of her prey even behind obstructions. With these three senses and her instinctual ability to track and locate her prey Vanya is a natural hunter and lives for little else than the thrill of the chase.
Born by Blood
In relation to blood curse Vanya has inherited ability consume the blood of other beings. When said blood is consumed she gains physical benefits or weaknesses depending on the health of the individual she devours. For example, if feeding from a strong, healthy human she will gain increased senses, become faster, stronger, and more 'alive', also healing mortal wounds that may be killing her and very rapidly. However, should she feed from someone with an illness or dirty blood, she becomes severely sick and physically weaker as a result. Vanya herself however never, under any circumstances feeds from humanoids, choosing to simply save the blood of monsters she hunts within flask and creating 'blood vials' via alchemy to keep herself sustained. Which brings us to another major flaw of this ability. Should Vanya fail to consume blood for longer than a couple days she becomes 'feral', this is connected to her curse. Failure to hunt and feast will trigger an involuntary instinctual response in order to preserve her health. This feral trait is also triggered should she devour too much and over indulge which will give her an uncontrollable bloodlust.
DRAWBACKS
The First Curse
Due to the origin of her curse Vanya has become corrupted by malevolent energies, saturating their blood to such an extent that as a result Vanya have a severe vulnerability to divine magics or enchanted holy items and other light based offensive abilities can do much harm to her Upon being struck with such an ability or weapon the pain felt is so extreme it can often knock her out instantly, crippling or even killing her upon contact. Weapons imbued with light magic she tends to avoid on sheer instinct alone.
Radiant Dawn
Vanya is severely sensitive to sunlight and solar energy. While in the presence of the sun her pale skin does not ‘burn’ but she does become increasingly exhausted in the daylight and will fatigue extremely quickly. Her mind becomes muddled and dazed, her senses foggy and her body sluggish when forced to be active during the day. And while her body does not react to severely to sunlight her skin is highly susceptible to highly concentrated frequencies of light which can burn her skin in the same way fire burns flesh.
Lust for Blood
Like her Wolfos brethren Vanya is completely driven by her desire to hunt and feed from the blood of others due to their corrupted biology which forces them to feast from the blood of their hunts. This lust however causes her more trouble than it's worth. If she fails to feed for longer than three days she loses all sense of self as her curse forces her into a ‘feral’ state and turning her into a wild animal for long periods of time as she tries to hunt and kill anything that moves. Unable to distinguish friend from foe. This feral state can also be reached if a Vanya feeds too often and too quickly which makes her frenzied as well. Not only that, but drinking from the blood of someone who is ill or perhaps infected with a sickness will make Vanya deathly ill, her body unable to properly fight off the effects ‘dirty blood’ has on her immune systems. Drinking ‘dirty blood’ causes a number of effects such as nausea, causing the body to become weak and frail, dizziness, coughing, and occasional blackouts. Because of these wild and dangerous effects, Vanya will often take blood samples and mix them with potions in order to mitigate the frenzy effect and control herself.
Bright Eyes
Similar to Radiant Dawn, while her body takes physical disadvantage when in direct sunlight Vanya' eyes are *extremely* sensitive to all forms of light. When her eye protection is removed and her eyes are exposed if a bright light is shined into her eyes she is completely blinded and suffers excruciating pain, additionally, constant exposure to light will force her into a semi-state of blindness, making everything blurry and out of focus which can impair her ability to function as a normal person. Vanya will often wear blindfolds during the day to protect her eyes from anything that can blind her~
Corrupt Senses
Probably the greatest gift the Wildling possesses can also be used by her enemies as a powerful weapon to those cunning enough to exploit them. Her sense of smell is so high that anything with an overwhelmingly foul scent can be used to throw a her off a trail or daze her, making her nauseous and unwilling to breathe. For her eyesight any kind of extremely bright light can blind her and with that incredibly high sense of hearing is vulnerable to severely loud or high pitch frequencies which can cripple her as well and force her to retreat and regroup.
Played By Ryse
faceclaim is Vanya from Personal Artwork
