Sylvie Ciel

Sylvie Ciel · 11-14-2009, 06:37 PM

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Sylvie Ciel

Basics

Name Meaning: "Sylvie" {from the forest} "Ciel" {sky}

Name Origin: "Sylvie" {French} "Ciel" {French}

Nickname: None at the moment.

Birthdate: August 2nd, 2009

Age: 1.5 years old

Luperci: Luperci Ortus

Heritage: 100% Canis Lupus Familiaris

Home & Rank: None, Loner

Physical Appearance

Height & Weight

Lupus: 35 lbs (16 kg), 22 in (56 cm)

Secui: 145 lbs (66 kg), 33 in (84 cm)

Optime: 155 lbs (70 kg), 5 ft 6 in (162 cm)

Prefers Optime form.

General:

Sylvie is the bastard child of a blue merle border collie and her chocolate ‘mate’. She is a medium coat border collie, lilac and white in colouration. Lilac is, in short, a dilute chocolate color, similar to a sandy brown or tan, though in the right light it actually appears to be a shade of lilac. Her base coat then, is lilac, with white shaded socks, underbelly (but not throat), nape, muzzle, and tail tip. Her right ear is also dabbled white. All four limbs are white socked, then banded with a darker shade of lilac, before fading back into white again. Sylvie does not have a full white ruff around her neck- instead, there is a patch of white just behind her neck, which slips into a necklace of lilac, and then continues at her chest. The white marking upon her slim muzzle trails up onto her forehead and forms a slightly misshapen heart, before the right side spills onto her right ear while trailing the rest of the way down her cranium to meet with her white ruff. This muzzle marking does not trail down into the white of her chest- rather, another band of lilac separates the two. The end of her slightly bushy tail also is white. Soft, cute nose is a light brown colour, simply a darker shade of her dilute chocolate coat. Her back marking is a classic saddle shape, covering her shoulders and trailing down to a patch of dark lilac upon the top half of her tail and just over her rump.

Eyes:

Her eyes are a rich, beautiful purple. A melting pot of purples, her beautiful eyes pool as a dark, rich violet at the pupil, and spill outwards in a lightening gradient, until the edges of her iris are a gentle lilac. A ring of dark purple outlines the iris, making the other shades more prominent against the dark background.

Clothing:

Sylvie doesn’t tend to wear clothing anymore, though she does still wear that old, tattered yellow dress she found as a pup- in the form of a bandanna.

Accessories:

In terms of accessories, Sylvie has little beyond an anklet she procured on her travels, the clinking metal an intriguing piece of decoration for the usually nude female.

Scars:

Sylvie has four long, thin scars along the ruff of her neck, hidden beneath the white spikes in optime, but bearing their cruel appearance in canine and secui forms as if they had been achieved only days prior.

Tattoos:

She has none of these… yet.

Piercings:

Eventually, Sylvie will get her ears pierced thrice, two in one ear, and one in the other, and wear a set of silver’d hoops.

Sylvie's Junk

Item Name

Faded gray scale scarf, given by Caillen, wears constantly. Found in Chien Hotel.

An old checker patterned scarf, this was the accessory Caillen used to wear constantly as a child. After their fight in the old hotel following Sylvie's return, Caillen threw down his scarf at Sylvie's feet and stated that she could keep it or give it to Alaine. She decided to keep it.

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Personality

General:

Weaknesses: Soft-spoken, tender-hearted. Naïve. Generally shy around strangers, but no longer terrified of new faces and scents. Protective of those she cares about to the point of dying for their safety. No longer confused by intimate gestures of adoration or love, such as hugs and kisses, but still unsure of how to react to certain situations involving them.

Strengths: Driven. Intelligent. Can take charge should the need arise. Strong Speaker, but frightened of the stage. Kind, stubborn, motherly. Able to empathize with nearly all situations emotionally, if not physically. Aggressive and outgoing with things that are either ‘her way or the highway.’

Skills: Observations. Intuitions. Thinks outside of the box. Generally very good at soothing savage emotions. Planted firmly in the earth.

Speech

General Style:

Sylvie was raised in the mud swamps of Florida by a French-speaking sire and an English-speaking dam. She speaks both languages fluently, and has a permanently acquired French lilt to her English words, rather lovely when she is speaking normally. When angered, sad, or in some other extreme of an emotion, Sylvie has a tendency to slip into sheer French- sometimes confusing her visitors.

Lifestyle & Behavior

Residence:

Sylvie has no permanent residence at this point, though she does stop by her first home, the Chien Hotel in Cour des Miracles terra, from time to time. It is not likely she will settle into a permanent home until she has a steady mate.

Hobbies:

Sylvie’s hobbies include singing, traveling, and taking long walks on the beaches of ‘Souls. She loves to explore on top of it all, and this is why she disappeared for so long.

Habits:

Sylvie’s typical day begins from a recently discovered cave or niche in which she slept for the evening, before she goes for a quick swim in a nearby water source. As it has gotten colder, the swimming has been replaced by running to promote heat production beneath her relatively thinner winter coat. Following this, she either traverses to the nearest location of interest- an old human settlement, vibrant grassland, or something else that has caught her interest- or she goes out to hunt. This is based completely on her last meal and how hungry she has become as of late. Eventually, she will learn how to wield some sort of weapon in her defense, and likely will practice with this following her visitation of a nearby locale, until it is time to settle in for the evening.

Substances:

Sylvie is generally without the knowledge of substances besides those meant for healing purposes at this point. She tends to avoid the idea of losing herself to a fantasy brought on by something she ate, as her mind likely would land her in a terrible place.

Abilities

Skills:

She is agile and has mastered what is known as “the eye”, the method with which herding dogs like herself handle beasts of burden. She tends to be quite talented at downing large game in her Secui form as such.

Strengths:

She is slim, lightweight- a quick, precise machine capable of reaching points of death before her own form can be touched. She is essentially a good kiting dog.

Weaknesses:

Being built for speed and intelligent maneuvering, she is not the strongest animal around, and likely could be taken out with a single swipe. She also hasn’t yet learned to wield weapons yet, and so is more vulnerable in her preferred optime form than in her canine or secui forms.

Family

Ancestry:

Maternal Grandmother: {Unknown.}

Maternal Grandfather: {Unknown.}

Maternal Aunts: {Unknown.}

Maternal Uncles: {Unknown.}

Mother: ~~Unnamed Female~~

Foster Mother: Alaine Winters

Paternal Grandmother: {Unknown.}

Paternal Grandfather: {Unknown.}

Paternal Aunts: {Unknown.}

Paternal Uncles: {Unknown.}

Father: ~~Unknown Male~~

Same Generation:

Sibling: Ruri Aceline

Sibling-In-Law: Heath Morte dre soul

Half-Siblings: None.

Foster-Sibling: Caillen Winters

Cousins: {Unknown.}

Descendents:

Children: -- None {Yet.}

Grandchildren: None {Yet.}

Nieces: Arnette Morte dre Soul

Nephews: Forte Aceline

History

Past Packs & Ranks:

Cour des Miracles

⋅ Infante: Sylvie was a whelp upon her arrival in Cour Des Miracles, and until she reached 4-7 months of age, when she became old enough to be called a Princess.

⋅ Princess: From the age of four months to seven months, Sylvie grew with less supervision and more exploration. By the time she reached the required age to move up in the ranks to Seigneur, her actual appearance in the pack had dwindled to little.

⋅ Seigneur: The entrance rank to the pack, Sylvie was this rank for barely a month before her overall visitation to the pack warranted a complete loss of rank. From then on, she wandered as a Loner.

Loner

⋅ Gypsy: Sylvie has, as of late, played at the wandering gypsy, performing from time to time with song and dance in hopes of achieving a gift of some sort. This worked for a short time, and she procured a number of items stolen by a customer with more than just a gift in mind for the lovely yearling.

Mates:

⋅ Unknown Male: Raped. Bore no children by this encounter.

⋅ Name: Open.

General:

Sylvie was born in what used to be Florida when an unknown chocolate border male attacked and sexually assaulted a dilute blue merle female. Injured and angry, the tyrant of a mother returned to her current mate, a wolf-dog that led her to spawn a blind blue merle earlier in life (whom had been abandoned soon after). After a few months of TLC between this pair and the female's changing looks, Sylvie resulted. The young lilac female looked nothing like her wolf-blooded 'father', and only a little like her mother, driving the female's mate into a rage. She tried to explain, but alas, the brute refused to listen, and deemed that she would either raise Sylvie on her own, or get rid of her. Grudgingly, the female reared little Sylvie for a few months, her mate passing it off as giving the child a chance to survive before getting rid of her.

Mere days after little Sylvie turned 3 months old, her mother promptly took the pup and went about deciding how she would rid herself of the little terror. Finding a free-floating, plastic ball 'dingy' that had washed up on shore, the terrible mother broke it open and stuck her child inside it. Then, the angry, destitute dog closed the lid, pushed the battered piece of plastic back to the water, and let it float away. The young border shea inside huddled as close to the center of her craft as possible, and was left waiting for it to rush back ashore again.

Days later, the little red plastic ball rolled ashore in the sandy beaches lining Cour Des Miracles terra. The sun was setting and a deep chill was setting in, threatening Sylvie's very existence. Alaine Winters, a recent addition to Cour Des Miracles, followed a harrowing feeling in her gut out to the beaches near the Chien Hotel, and plucked the freezing, ill child from the sands of her near deathbed and returned with her to the Hotel. She was treated by this lovely young mother as well as the Alpha of these canines, Jacquez. Her new life began upon meeting Alaine's son, Caillen, when she was placed in the same room as the sick boy.

The company they brought to one another cheered broken spirits and terrible illnesses, and mere days later, the pair were romping about as if they had known each other their whole lives. Sylvie was allowed to stay with Alaine and Caillen for the time being, but this did not keep the little adventurer from exploring the pack lands. A few weeks after her harrowing ordeal, the pup traveled a mile south along the shores, and stumbled upon Miss Ruri Aceline, a blue merle female that looked much like Sylvie's mother. It was discovered that the two were sisters, and Sylvie truly felt less alone in the world. Days after this encounter, the whelp took it upon herself to check out the stables, and met up with Heath.

After a rather... intriguing conversation, the Coy-dog decided to teach the little border collie to ride horses once Optime form became available to her, and also gave her the option of watching the livestock in the territory. Enthralled with this prospect, the young girl decided to wait until she was old enough to take up this responsibility. Explorations continued as Sylvie and Caillen grew over the months following, one including a trip out to the stables with no one's knowledge. Alaine taught the pair well, despite any escapades following lessons- like a run-in with a snake one day. Months passed, leadership shifted alongside the decision on with whom CdM would side with during the Dahlian War… and Sylvie began to drift farther and farther away from her home…

Until she disappeared all together.

A young teen out to prove herself independent, free from the shackles of a war-bound pack and stressful family ties to a highly ranked member of the ocean-side group, Sylvie was glad to go... for a time. Eventually, the whelp took to playing a gypsy, traversing the land alongside and without a sect of gypsy Luperci she stumbled upon after taking her leave. She preformed elaborate dances, sang beautiful songs, and was rewarded with lovely gifts of metal jewelry and unusual trinkets those they preformed for had picked up. An intrigue in human civilization sparked in the then year old babe, and she struck out from the gypsy caravan to visit places known for their human influences, continuing to perform for small groups if she could be persuaded.

One such persuasive customer promised a gift she had never heard of before he produced it. A lovely piece of design, the music box was adorned by an alabaster scene, two white doves crossed in a loving embrace, singing to the world when it was wound up. Determined to get the beautiful treasure, she agreed to dance for the male… and paid dearly for it. Raped and left unconscious, Sylvie awoke to everything she had gathered missing- her pack of supplies, the trinkets she had been paid with... everything but her tattered dress, discarded as worthless, and the metal anklet still around her slim leg. Four perfect, clean, pink lacerations tore across the back of her neck, the only visible remnant of the terrible encounter, achieved when the lustful bastard had sunk his claws into her mane to prevent her escape. Folding her dress up, it took the form of an old bandanna- much like what she had worn as a child- and tied it around her neck again, hiding the injuries from view. She never performed for anyone alone again.

Now, with most of her wanderlust subsided, lost to the earth she once loved, the matured collie decided it was time, once again, to make an appearance in the lives of her beloved family. She began by re-establishing herself in the packs of ‘Souls, questioning which she would most like to settle into, before traversing again to the shores of Cour des Miracles, where she met up once again with Amaranth and later with her adopted mother, Alaine. After nursing her ailing foster mother back from the brink of mental and physical demise, bearing the burden of Alaine's news about her miscarried pups, Caillen's leave, and her transgressions with the golden wanderer, Daisuke. The pair of collie women were visited a week later by a vastly angered Caillen, screaming about his mother betraying him by sleeping with the Golden Dragon, Daisuke. After a heated spat, the nightmare consumed dreamer stormed out, chased by Sylvie with hopes of settling this fairly. After all... how could he deny his mother the ability to love another? It wasn't like either of them had been there for her...

And now, Sylvie haunts the old hotel, doing whatever she can to assist her foster mother in her recovery from such harrowing ordeals.

Sylvie Ciel · 11-14-2009, 07:58 PM

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Sylvie Ciel · 11-15-2009, 10:12 PM

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