Don't Make a Wish on This Star .:. Sirius

|Sirius|



   Gender: Female
   Age: Four Years of Age
   Allegiance:
   Night River
   Rank:
   Alpha Female

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Appearance:
Sirius is a bluish gray wolf of intimidating height, towering over most females as well as many males. Though she trains incessantly, causing her body to be riddled with scars, she is sleek in form, her muscles hidden with lady-like grace. However, her lack of bulkiness does not equate to a lack of strength. She is fierce in battle, blessed with a balance of agility and strength, enabling her to land worthwhile attacks and move before her opponent can attack back. Her face is feminine and her body is somewhat graceful, nimble and acrobatic like a feline.

Optics:
This shewolf's eyes are hard and cold, a frozen gray which never shows any emotion. She may twist her face in a show of expressions to manipulate her pawns, but her eyes remain bleak.

Fur Texture:
Her coat is long and bristly, especially around her scars. There are certain areas where her fur is smooth, mainly where the skin beneath is not marred with memories of past fights, but they are now few and far between.

Scent:
The iron tang of blood and the sweet scent of wisteria.

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   Personality:
Sirius is vicious and cruel, she cares for nothing but power and control over others. She will manipulates others into doing her bidding and punishes those who break her rules. She is not afraid to get her teeth a little bloody if it gets her where she wants to be. She values strength in other canines, as well as those who don't hold themselves back with things like morals. She believes females are born weak and only through a life time of work can they ever be equal to males. She hates hybrids as well, and has a distaste for dogs and foxes, only through proving themselves as useful will she think of them as anything other then lesser beings to the pure wolf.
   Strengths:
   Fearless
   She doesn't hold back when faced with a challenge and she isn't afraid of death.
   Manipulative
   Talented at getting to what a wolf fears and wants, she can make it seem like doing what she asks is the only easiest option.
   Savage
   She has practiced all of her life to be the best warrior she could possibly be and now she is. She is in the prime of her life and every fight she partakes in is a fight to the death.
   Weaknesses:
   Female
   In her twisted mind, to be weak is the worst thing one could be. Because females are often associated with being dainty and weak, she hates what she is.
   Off Her Rocker
   Though she keeps it in control most of the time, spending her life hating what she is and killing every wolf that has ever stood in her way, has left her a little messed up in the head. She will twist other wolves' words in her head and think that they are suggesting she is weak or disrespecting her because she is female. Her reaction is to attack them, which can lead to some interesting situations.
   Distrusting
   She trusts no one, she thinks herself better then them and only makes others fight her battles when she has no other choice.

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   Backstory:
Born to a litter of two, Sirius's birth was overshadowed by the arrival of her brother and heir to the pack's throne. She was given a quick lick and then set to the side while her mother and father celebrated the birth of a son. They cheered, for they needed a male heir, her father was growing old and needed a whelp to whom he would teach the ways of being a leader. They hadn't even thought of names for a girl yet and to her brother they bestowed the name of Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky. Soon enough though, her smaller and weaker brother passed away while she continued to grow. Her mother was heartbroken and would curl up in her den and sob. Her father turned to anger instead, taking it out on the nameless pup, who he blamed for the heir's death. Barely able to see, he dragged her from the cavern that was her home and dropped her in the melting snow, yelling at the tiny pup how she was a parasite that killed all she touched. He cursed the pup and told her that the only way she would live is if she could be as strong as a man. From that day forward, she was forced through daily regimes which would make her collapse from exhaustion, her father would then proceed to scream at her, breaking her down, telling her that he would kill her in the middle of the night. Then, when she was about six months old and not quite her full size, he would make her enter duels with the meanest and toughest of the pack. It became entertainment for the pack, watching the adolescent get taken down again and again. Then when she was near one year of age, she did something unexpected, she won. Instead of ending the match with her bloody on the ground, it ended with her jaws wrapped around some male's neck, making him beg for mercy. Every fight she fought after that, she won, often out of wit or agility. She built muscle, the other wolves of the pack beginning to fear her, letting her have more of the pack's kills. Soon, she was healthy, fur beginning to cover her scars, it was then that she challenged her father, a fight to the death, which she miraculously won. She took the name of her dead brother, believing herself finally worthy of the title.
   Kin: None
   Mate: None
   Offspring: None

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