Post by Yzge'ek on Sept 28, 2009 19:04:29 GMT -7
† Nadine - Ella - Davis †
†Yzge'ek†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Nadine Ella Davis
Nicknames: Yzge'ek
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Age: 26
Age they appear: Late Teens.
Orientation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: Has bad tennis elbow, it can often lock up and the pain sometimes takes the wind out of her. She is also prone to bouts of depression that keep her unmotivated for days or more. Is a bit manic, and can flip emotional states more than most people change their socks.
Also, she's a seasoned serial killer with a penchant for cannibalism.
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Yzge'ek once a very sullen but sweet young woman. But these days she's rarely depressed, unless she's having a bad day. Polite, amiable and generally charismatic, its hard to believe she's anything but a saint. The most notably, she very empathetic towards others, almost maternal in her ability to fuss, she had lost a baby years ago, and still hasn't shaken the instinct. She will bend over backwards to help, even when its a complete stranger. After all, what goes around comes around....right?
Though she's also somewhat snarky, definite alpha she-wolf, she holds her head high and doesn't take a whole lot of crap from anyone. Often heckling and cackling at anyone who would try to boast greatness over. She's certainly a female who wants people to put up or shut up when they start flapping their mouths, failure to do so tends to raise her ire, which at first doesn't seem too frightening...
However, Yzge'ek is not what she seems, for all her amiable tendencies, she is just a very well dressed monster. In fact she's a cold predator with a calculating mind and a bent for playing with her prey. She delights in inflicting fear and pain upon others, subtly at first, little statements and clumsiness...until it boils up into something more overt like goading her quarry through the streets in her wolf form with the intent to cause harm.
But Yzge'ek does not believe that by doing what most would consider wrong makes her bad a person. In fact, in some self deluded way she thinks she's doing good, working off the old Buddhist quote: “There has to be evil so that good can prove its purity above it.” She thinks she serves as a force of balance in the universe, keeping nature in balance by rooting out inferior creatures, if she sees potential in something she's hunting, she'll let it live, especially if there's a chance it'll become a werewolf. She is very animal like, she hunts and she kills, but she doesn't leave her kill to rot. That would be wasteful...so she eats the remains instead.
Likes:
† The facade of being a good girl.
† Letting them survive...sometimes.
† Breaking the strong-willed.
† Reading [Genres: History, Philosophy, Politics, and general Non-Fiction].
† Babies and Young Children.
† Raw Meat.
† Power, especially over others.
Hates:
† People telling her what to do.
† Comfortable Silence.
† People disrupting what she's doing.
† The idea that she will never amount to anything.
† Skeezy men.
† Other predators [especially in her territory].
Talents:
† Will turn anything not nailed down into a weapon if need be, though she really loves baseball bats and piano wire.
† Very good at lying, quite the little actress, especially as the “damsel in distress” schtick.
† Is gifted in hand to hand combat...no martial arts, she's just a brawler.
† Has a natural authority to her tone and body language.
† Knows simple first aid.
† Is a very good hunter, and well versed in wilderness survival, she's getting good at urban survival as well.
† Psychological torture is her forte, she loves driving her quarry mad before killing them, or letting them go.
Habits:
† Runs her hands through her hair when she's nervous.
† Highly in tune with her inner beast, Yzge'ek is prone to making wolf-like noises on occasion, regardless of the form she's in.
† Smiles more when she's stressed than when she's actually happy.
† Giggles when she's flustered.
† Her actual laugh is a bit of an unflattering cackle.
† Has an upstate New York (Eastern Seaboard) accent.
Secrets:
† The victim of an isolated upbringing, Yzge'ek somewhat ashamed of this fact. It caused her a lot of difficulties when she was younger, and got her in most of the trouble she's gotten into.
† Yzge'ek has a son, her family put it up for adoption against her wishes.
† Appearance †
Skin Color:An Outdoorsy-Tan
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Build: A tall and athletic, wide at the shoulders and hips.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: A long shallow scar on the ride side of her face.
Wolf Appearance:
A muscular but sleek looking female wolf with gold eyes and a soft fluffy blond coat dappled in white. Hunched over and thick with long legs a short bristly tail, long claws and longer canine teeth. Her eyes are wild and gold, and her face pulled up in a perpetual snarl thanks to the scar that rides up against her lip.
Appearance:
A tall athletic woman, Yzge'ek carries herself with an almost masculine aire and an unflappable confidence that seems to ooze off of her. 5'10 and a bandy 165 pounds, she's wide at the shoulders, and covered in thick wiry muscles, which would only seem to make her look more manly if it weren't for the the fact that she was somewhat well endowed in the chest and hips. Her straw colored hair is cropped short, a look which doesn't suit her very well, as it makes her neck seem a bit too long and makes her look awkward. But at least she's cute enough, with bright blue doe eyes and a pretty but plain face. However the right side of her face is slightly scarred marring her once flawless beauty, a long shallow gash runs from her temple down to her mouth, which makes her look like she's always smirking at some little secret.
Steph is usually in tight, torn up jeans, and camisole tops that she throws a leather coat over, utilitarian but still flattering.
† History †
History:
Yzge'ek was born Nadine Davis, in the woods of upstate New York, the daughter of Steven Davis, the great deceased alpha of the White Foot Pack. The only child her mother gave birth to, she was groomed from a young age to follow in her father's footsteps. Taught the ways of her people and the means of fighting without being needlessly cruel, a wild child, lessons were taught a bit heavy handed...
By the time her first change came to be, she was already a formidable combatant, but her self identity and sanity paid dearly for it. She was to be as honorable as her father in both deed and war...however instead she turned out ruthless and cool, a creature that would survive by any means, rather than to have any concept of mercy. She had grown up like her father, but without the benefit of the experiences than forged him into a great leader.
Nadine was often looked down upon for not living up to the high stands set before her by her pack mates. Yet still, the Elders looked at her with suspicious eyes, something that Nadine could not shake, she wondered if perhaps, they were afraid of her. After all, they had made a monster, and they would not let the creature out of sight.
Even still, her pack accepted her as one of their own, and did not lock her away like they might have been wise to do so. They assumed, that she would stay out of trouble so long as she stayed within White Foot territory. Of course, they assumed wrongly. When the White Foot and the Green Sept pack met. She had met some young rakish fellow at a moot, nothing too look at, a bit flirtatious but normally she'd think nothing of it. Except that the damn fool became the keystone of her ruination. She had hardly observed him as anything important, until she woke up naked in the middle of the woods with him after the revel. They became lovers...of a sort, the two played the part of loving couple once or twice, in an act of lonely desperation. Though most of the time they played a violent game of domination and subordination...in a way that most would call a mocking display of pack life. They tried their hardest to keep their secrets, becoming a roving pair within pack territory for some time. They did truly love one another, even through the hate, and the pain, but even they didn't know what to do when Nadine became pregnant
The White Foot and Green Sept Pack were closely related, so closely, that it was against both pack's rules for members of the packs to mate. For the children of such matings normally were physically or mentally deformed, they knew they were in trouble, and it wouldn't be long before their incestuous love affair would be found out.
At first, they just kept going, trying to ignore the problem that was building up within her. But after she had grown too big to hide, they both had to admit that this was something that couldn't be ignored any longer. They threw themselves at the mercy of their Packs, and much to Nadine's horror, he took the blunt of the blame himself. Saying that he had been just using her. And then the two were separated, Nadine presumed he was put to death. She wasn't too sure what hurt her worse, his death, the way her pack struck his name from the record, or what felt like his betrayal. It cut her worse than a thousand of those looks her Elders gave her as a youth.
When it came time for her own trial, she did not argue like she might have, or tattle like she should have, she admitted freely that what she did was wrong. She disgrace and apologized up and down for her behavior. However, she did not feel guilt when they said she tarnished her father's memory. For that she was unapologetic. However, when the hearing came to an end, she was to be exiled.
She left after the birth of her son, Though she had stated that there was nothing wrong, really, Nadine couldn't shake a feeling of depression that hung over her in her old pack, it was a number of things really, the feeling of being trapped under others judgmental eyes, and the horrid prenatal depression from being pulled from her child too fast, had left her wanting and ready to leave the place she had called home for so long
Being a lone wolf had pulled on what was left of Nadine's sanity. She was going to try her best to move on with her life. However, fate had other plans, and soon her past started to haunt her. Literally.
Nadine's depression started to become much worse as time went on. She wallowed in self pity and alcohol abuse, trying to forget about her pack, and her dead mate. She missed him terribly, but apparently, he missed her as well, and came calling one night after she had drank her fill, at first she was certain he was a ghost, but the lingering taint made it horrifyingly obvious that wasn't the case. Quincy had returned, but he was not exactly the man she remembered, he had grown mad in an attempt to forget her, but instead, returned all the more devoted to her.
Nadine was hardly in the mindset to argue when he begged her to follow him into corruption, his shameless pleading touched her heart for the first time since things had begun to fall apart, she remembered what it was like to be loved, she missed it, she coveted it and soon she found herself again damned for it. The two became boogie men of the night, their voices replaced with the guttural sounds their wolf forms made while they tore their prey asunder. Her own name becoming Yzge'ek.
Life for the monsters Kr'haq and Yzge'ek was good, as they terrorized the New York countryside. It wasn't long before their old packs had sniffed them out, hoping to put an end to their path of destruction before they brought the authorities down upon their heads. The two were ambushed...and separated, both running off in the fray. Yzge'ek leaving her lover and the states, knowing full well that her pack would keep hunting her down if they thought she would give them trouble again.
Now in London, Yzge'ek is again trying to find her way in the world again, this time completely alone, but for how long, who knows.
Mother: Faye Davis || 53 || In Hospice
Father: Steven Davis || Deceased
Siblings: N/A
Children: Averey Davis-Monroe || 5 || In Foster
Ex-Lover: Quincy “Kr'haq” Monroe ||UNKNOWN|| Estranged/Deceased?
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