Zeilien Ammarah

**Zeilien Ammarah** Mon Jun 29, 2009 1:54 pm

Where did you hear about this forum?
My friend runs it

Do you have any other characters on here?
Nope

What is the secret word?
I think it was Nessie, but I can't remember....

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Name:
Zeilien Ammarah
Age:
23 16
Gender:
Female
Affiliation:
Wearwolf
Appearance:
The first and formost feature that anyone will take notice of on her is her eyes. Startlingly ice blue, they stand out starkly against her dark skin. Alas, not only is the coloration of her eyes icy, their gaze is almost as chilly. When angered, those whom are the object of her wrath claim they feel as if she is looking right through them. Yet, anger isn't the only emotion her eyes are able to portray. As so many claim, her eyes are the windows to her soal. No matter how hard she tries, she can't hide what she's feeling from showing in her eyes; though it dose take one some time to learn how to figure out what she's thinking but once the 'code' is broken her eyes make her an open book.

Other than her eyes, one would say she is incapeable of showing emotions. Though pritty and feminin in its features, her face can only be described as 'harsh'. Void of any kind of feeling, many people seem to shy away from the unknown that is the thoughts lurking behind her solemn face. Like her face, the rest of her body is feminin and worth a second look by any lad of the age to care for it. Yet, like her face, her whiley curves seem 'harsh'; not in a butch way, but in a way of deadly grace. She dosn't put too much mind into clothing, though seems to prefer jeenes and shirts that one could hardly concider modest. As for her brown hair, it either just hangs down in messy ringlets or is pulled back haistily from her face.

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Her wolf form holds the same pair of stunning eyes, with the same piercing gaze, but the affect isn't quite as harsh due to no longer having the contrast with her dark skin. Though her eyes are still the main spectical, when she is in wolf form, the rest of her is worth taking in aswell. Standing third tallest in her pack, her build is slimmer than the others, and she seems lighter on her feet. Her pelt is thick due to her refusal to trim her hair any shorter, and her tail even has a few curly ringlets in it as her unruly hair dose. The coloration of her pelt is a shocking white, harshly set off with black markings on her: Muzzle, four paws, tail, ears, and withers. Her other defining feature as a wolf is three silver rings in her ears from that are the hoop ear-rings she wares as a human.

Personality:
Bitter would be the only word to discribe her, but in all but the tasted sences of the word. Bitter resentment is all that she shows twords her wolfish ways, and twords those of her pack that are thrust upon her mind. Even when in human form, she treats the others of the packs with utter cynicism and curt words. Many of the other pack take offence to this, but those of Sam Uley's pack who have become used to her mind, take it as a blessing. Her outer hatred is just a 'shell' she falls back into to keep herself stronger and disconnected from those around her, but those of her back that know her inner workings understand this... or think they do.
Inwards, her brain works like a clock, gears always spinning and never pausing; no thought being allowed to surface for more than mere moments before being whisked away and circulating to the back of her mind. Yes, sure, if there is a problem that needs working out she will ponder it, but being a smart lass, it dosn't take her long to come to a salution. Also, when making a choice, it would seem her feelings are never consulted. Even when speaking with her mind connected to the pack she normaly seems emotionless as a rock. Alas, whenever her thoughts DO show emotions, they seem shallow, and make her words almost un-understandable, as if letting her emotions show at all somehow takes over her ability to think clearly.
In truth it dose. Her reason for forcing herself to be so... fridgid and sociopathic is due to the simple fact that if she isn't she becomes overwhelmed. Of corse, this is due to a visious circle of her mind not being used to emotions and finding that avoiding them is easier in the longshot instead of letting herself 'feel' again. Somedays, she dose seem to want to 'heal' and those are the days she allows herself and kind of emotion, but it isn't long before she realizes that emotions arn't worth anything but pain, and easily just returns to her bitter shell.

History:
To truely tell ones history one must know where the X and Y lay before their birth. No, no, not all the way back to the beguining, but far enough back to justify their reasonings for bringing forth another being to the world...
On the Y side, her mother was a woman of high class, born into a very very wealthy family and was raised spoild as the devils spawn. Yet this all changed when one summer on a colledge trip to Forks, she fell head over heels for a dashing native there. He had such an air of stunning grace to him that she couldn't say no when he asked her to stay.
For the X side, her father was a dashing man of the Quileute tribe, highly respected in everything he did, he was clearly of noble birth. He was the apple of the eyes of many of the ladies that lived there, one in paticular he had a long time fling with. Alas, one summer he himself found his attention drawn by a lady clearly not of normal residence in forks. It didn't take him long to persuade her to stay with him, and eventualy marry him.
Ah, but jelousy runs deep, aswell as rules set by those that 'keep' us. It wasn't long before the womans family found out about her wedlock to some 'rogue' she met while on vacation, and they quickly cut her from the family fortune leaving her hurt and heartbroken by her familys zero tolerance, aswell as longing for the pritty things she used to be given so freely, though in her new life where sparce. It didn't take long before she grew restless, and slowly things began to fall apart between the woman and the man, finaly escalading in him making her leave his residence.
Did i mention jelousy before? Well, here is where it plays in. Still angered by the man leaving her for the woman the mans ex saught her revenge upon them. Finding the woman a sobbing mess in some back aly, she advanced upon the broken girl, laying upon her merciously with her fists, and then a knife. Drawn by his dissowned wifes peirsing screams the man quickly found the two women, his ex about to finish off his now hated wife. Driven by instinct more than pitty, he quickly advanced and subdued his ex, accidently causing her to drive her own knife through her chest, killing her.
A month later found the man dead of his own doing, not finding himself worth living after killing a woman he had once loved, and after casting out his wife. It also found the woman as far away as she could be from the quileute tribe, fervently seeking to regain her family's good graces. She found them, though they didn't last long, they ended with yet another sharp kick out the door when she learned herself impregnated with the mans child. Her first reaction was to instantly go and have the child taken from her, though on second thought he had saved her life, so as to repay him, she would birth and raise his child.

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Ten years later found the woman almost never home, and spending what little cash she made in her sober moments on smokes and booze. Though most children would of been affected by this, the womans child was not. Seemingly always stuck in her own littler world, Zei grew up unused to the kindness and warmth most children are shown. Always shunned to the side, her mother didn't ever show her more attention than was nesisary, and even then her actions where short and stiff. At school, Zei was at the bottom of the totem pole, picked upon by all the others in her class, and shunned to the point where more often then not, the teachers would allow her to stay inside as the other kids went out to play.
Yet, as staited, she was unaffected by this, she didn't care. The only thing she ever lived for was the books that she read, and the fasinating words their covers hid. Ravinously, she would read any book that fell into her hands, relishing in all the words that spilled across the pages drawing her away from the world she lived in. The cruel, harsh world. Of corse, it is compleatly impossible for one to remain totaly obliviouse to the world forever; and even beyond impossible for such a young child to never feel anything at all. At times she would feel the lonelyness, normaly as she watched anothe parent take their chiled into their arms and kiss away their tears, before taking them off to shieled them from all ailments.
Lucky for her, not all in this world are cruel, there are those angels among the bunch that will come forth to save your soul no matter how far gone it may seem. On one of the rare days she did join the other children in going outside of the building, she fell out of a tree, skinning her palms on the way down. Her mother had always chided her when she cried, complaining of how the rediculouse racket made her head pound. Alas, she couldn't hold back the tears this time, lips trembling she gingerly attempted to wipe the dirt off of her bleeding palms. A gentle voice inquiring if she was okay made her jump and she quickly wiped her face on her sleeve to be rid of the tears. She wasn't sure why, but when she saw the boy about her age the look of concern on his face, she smiled slightly before showing him her hands. He instnatly drug her off to one of the staff who bandaged her hands and made them all better.

RP Sample:
"I'd rather be the living dead then