Aylen Eytel

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Name: Aylen Eytel
Age: Looks 24 but is 12
Gender: Female
Power: Werewolf-ing?
Affiliation: Werewolf!

Appearance:
Aylen has the face of a ballet dancer, strong and serious yet graceful. She has straight black hair that is usually tied back. Her eyes are dark and shiny with the duality of sensitivity and self-absorption. Reflective of her critical nature, her eyebrows are slender and slanted inwards. Together, her neat hair, intense eyes, thin curved lips, and heart-shaped face combine into a portrait of sweetness that cannot find harmony.

She moves elegantly and cleanly. She is short and of medium weight.

Personality:
Aylen is calm and casual. Her favorite photo of herself is a picture of her standing in a field with her ponytail swaying lightly in the wind. She has a charming sense of humor-- although she would not make a joke herself, she loves to laugh and especially enjoys satire. Slightly regretfully, her amazing creativity and perfectionistic nature is contained within her due to her criticalness of the outside world. She enjoys social critique and nature.

Aylen understands her own faults. Her philosophy is that everyone must strive to develop themselves as well as help other people develop, but she hates herself for her inability to fulfill the second part. She is always very deeply immersed in a private well of cold individuality. She is severely inconfident and overdramatic about even trivial events in her life. Although she loves her friends, she can never surface far enough to help them with their problems, as she secretly enjoys their problems. They make her own life seem good by comparison, a feeling that she is addicted to. However she tries her hardest to care about others, and to project her thorougly-practiced, dangerous false image of compassion.

History:
Aylen was born to a loving werewolf couple. Her parents, enthusiastic activists, prided themselves in their efforts against war, genocide, and prejudice. As a child Aylen often questioned whether her parents involved themselves in social causes because they actually cared, or because they liked being known as benevolent-- an understandable question, considering her own lack of compassion. Her parents had always did their best to reassure her that they were truly concerned with equal rights.

Her parents' encouragement of education was mainly utilitarian. Both her parents made a living authoring books and essays about societal issues, and they strongly pushed Aylen to do well at school so that she could continue to improve the world. By third grade Aylen established her identity as a good student. Her drive for self-improvement propelled her to strive for perfectionist roles at school. Whenever she sensed she was not a teacher's favorite, she would become extremely jealous. For years she kept secret journals among her school notes in which she recorded every fault of her targets of jealousy. This tendency peaked in fifth grade, in which she kept a detailed account of another girl's mistakes and misfortunes. However, most of the time she maintained an image of perfection at school and in her community.

RP Sample:
For a week Aylen could not extract her mind from the existence of werewolves. Aylen felt both shocked and empowered by her newly discovered identity. Although usually a conscientious student, her thoughts were too paralyzed by fear and wonder to concentrate on her summer math homework. Since her parents were not home, she decided to experience it again. Aylen dropped her pencil, walked with sticky loud feet to the door, and went outside.

Intently she proceeded through the woods that bordered her neighborhood. The weather was mostly cloudy, and under the trees Aylen wove in and out of shade and sunshine. All her life she had felt negative about people but appreciative of nature, especially forests-- maybe a product of being a wolf? While walking she mentally listed the quirks of human psychology that she always disliked-- laziness, disregard for family tradition, the hateful way that teenagers lived. Whenever she observed the disgusting nature of the human mind she felt more and more distant from the species. Now Aylen wanted to believe that this was the result of actually not being human. Here was something to take pride in: werewolf psychology. Werewolf psychology explained her superiority.

Once deep in the forest, far, far from the intolerable state of society, Aylen transformed, savoring the expression of transcending people. Like the first time, she felt a strange coalescence of thoughts streaming like discordant music superimposed upon her own. She felt fascinated but also threatened by the sudden imposition of her fellow superhumans knowing everything she thought. They knew that she felt werewolves were superior to humans. They knew that at the very moment, she was thinking about their knowledge that she felt werewolves were superior to humans. They knew that she was thinking about their knowledge that she was thinking about them knowing that she felt werewolves were superior to humans. They knew that she was playing with this specific infinite cycle of thought in her mind. It was rather embarrassing. She then focused her telepathy on a twenty year old girl. The girl was slightly nervous about going ice skating with her friend while she had not skated in a while. Aylen tried to use the girl's pain to provide the usual rush she got when noticing that someone else was worse off than herself. But this did not feel the same way. The girl's thoughts were in Aylen's head. Even more, the girl was a fellow werewolf: an equal, not an inferior. For once in her life, Aylen bordered on feeling empathy.

"That's nice of you," the girl thanked Aylen.

Aylen remained in shock. She had never felt so much empathy for someone, even though the girl's nervousness was a relatively minor pain. When helping friends with their problems in the past, she never cared this deeply. She reviewed in her head her inability to care for her friends when their parents divorced, or they lost something valuable, or they spent too much money. She reviewed the impact this had on her relationships, on her ability to relate to her parents' professions. And suddenly she realized that the twenty year old girl now knew the essence of her entire life.

"That lack of empathy really is something you should work on," the girl advised.

I don't even have to think twice before I say this. ACCEPTED ACCEPTED ACCEPTED! The Volturi is proud. :twisted: