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 Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 11:25 pm
 Tut, tut, child! Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it.........................................................................The Duchess, Alice in WonderlandUpdates
01/19/11 || Dezi's profile complete
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:55 am
 ∂єѕѕαиια ѕтєяℓιиgsing like nobody's listening, cry like nobody cares[ ♪♪]  Name: Dessania "Dezi" Adelaide Sterling
Gender: Female
Birthdate: April 1, AL 191
Age: 19
Patrol: New Eve[for now...]
Rank: Private
Appearance: [x][x]
Dezi is a tiny creature, scarcely four foot ten with a body type one would think typical for a faerie or an elf. Despite her height, she is so slender she appears a little taller, with long, slender proportions. Her bust and hips are neatly proportionate to her size, giving her silhouette that is more pleasing and elegant than sexy. Years of training have granted her a lithe, graceful frame with more spring and agility than muscle. When she walks, she scarcely seems to touch the ground, not floating, but rather flitting across the ground with scarcely a pause, almost as if to some unheard strain of music.
Despite sun and hard work, her complexion is pale and her skin flawless, save for the summertime when she acquires the faintest dust of freckles over her nose and cheekbones that fades as soon as autumn sets in. Her bright blue eyes are rather large for her face, lending her a slightly exotic air when she pulls off the right expression, but typically only large, bold, and full of life. Her nose is small and pert, more adorable than beautiful to her great chagrin. The pink petal-like lips that frame her small mouth are almost always flawed and bitten, evidence of at least one bad habit.
No one word can describe Dezi's style, most of which is of her own creation. She draws from nearly everything she sees, capturing the most striking silhouettes, exquisite palettes, and eye-catching patterns with a mastery seldom accomplished by one so young. Almost never seen in uniform, Dezi can be seen in an incredible range of styles and colours, from sexy sheathes to adorable babydoll costumes to outrageous getups that would make any pop star of the twenty-first century AD jealous. At least a fourth of her outfits seem to have been tossed in a vat of glitter, and far too many involve fabrics that are sinfully inconvenient to clean. Not one is ill-fitting or dull--because that's just Dezi.
Personality: Flighty, capricious, airy, and goddam are some of the most common words used in describing Dessania Sterling. Dezi is a handful, fully living up to her odd birthday and capable of driving the most dry, insipid individual to either a similar degree of insanity or else to suicide. She is at best a shallow ditz a ditz, and at worst a deliberate nuisance, a rebel, and an accident waiting to occur. Whether she is actually trying to make trouble or simply a complete airhead is impossible to discern, let alone prove one way or another.
Dezi loves clothes more than a talented wolfrider has a right to, and she indulges in them more than any human being has a right to. As the world runs on bartering and she never holds onto anything valuable long enough to trade it, she relies largely on her own crafting skills. With a keen eye for style and a low tolerance for the lack of it, she finds herself designing and making her own clothing to suite her tastes better than anyone else can. In one day, she can be seen in anywhere from two to six completely different outfits, and she never seems to wear exactly the same thing twice unless she absolutely loves it, running through test designs faster than most can keep track of.
A social butterfly of the most hyperactive variety, Dessania loves to show up wherever there are people to be found. Between her love for fun, her wardrobe, and her general demeanor, she is often mislabeled as a flirt, a tart, and a troublemaker. One with the ability to take a step back and look objectively, however, could spot the inconsistencies. Though she may tease, she does so shyly and redfaced. Her clothing is clearly designed for style and aesthetics, and while some pieces are daring and somewhat revealing, they are the exception, not the norm. As for her tendency to get into trouble, granted, she stirs things up enough to justify anyone's frustration and certainly deserves whatever she has coming to her; however, she [almost] never causes any real problems.
Dezi's lifestyle might best be labeled individualistic. She does not specifically rebel against any cause or person or idea, only resists any cause or person or idea that demands a change from her. Everything she wears is a design of her own that draws from her ideas about beauty--sometime this blends in with fashion, sometimes it doesn't. Her vocabulary is quaintly amusing, as she tends to invent her own expressions to replace foul language. "Snickerdoodles," "blueberry pie," and "holy taffy" are just a few Dezi-styled profanities that might occasionally taint the air of New Eve, all of which may be intensified with the addition of "with lots and lots of whipped cream" if she is particularly surprised, angry, or simply being dramatic.
With those she knows she is no less flighty than usual, but the sweetness of her nature is quickly evidenced. She is a sensitive girl, as well as more alert and present-minded than her demeanor might suggest. Where a Seer has a high level of empathy with wolves, Dessania exhibits a similar, if less powerful, skill with humans. While she is a social butterfly who loves to be the center of attention, she also hates to see others neglected and makes it her job to ensure that everyone in a group feels welcome. While most of her relationships are relatively shallow, if given time she can be a true, loyal ally and a feisty, aggressive defender with a flair for cruel mischief when provoked by anyone who dares mess with her friends.
History: Not surprisingly, Dezi is an only child from a well-to-do, respected family. The Sterlings had always served as wolfriders for as long as wolfriders had existed. A young Sterling was expected to enroll in the Academy at age twelve, bond with a wolf as early as possible, and serve in a fort for at least four years besides the year of his apprenticeship. After this, he would be allowed to make a decision to return to the City and pursue his preferred career, or to remain among the prestigious ranks and represent his family. In the shameful event that an individual failed to bond, he or she would be expected to change names in order to preserve the good repute of Sterling "stock."
"Whoever came up with that idea was a snooty p***k with a stick up his a**," was Dessania's response when she learned of her obligations as a Sterling and was informed that she was to be sent to the Academy a year early.
From the beginning, Dessania Adelaide Sterling was a rebel without a cause. She refused to answer to her full name, flouted rules, and became notorious for getting in the worst possible trouble without actually giving anyone the grounds to punish her.
All this wildness grasping at attention was Dezi's way of reacting to her childhood. She grew up wealthy and spoiled, but the one thing she really wanted was something money couldn't buy. Her loneliness was accentuated by her parents' obvious love for one another--they couldn't stay apart for long, they spent hours alone together to the exclusion of all else, they enjoyed a closeness and companionship that she envied. While not cruel, her parents were extremely self-centered, with a mind only for their careers and for each other. Dezi was a nuisance, a responsibility, something they could dump on a babysitter along with a nice heap of payment. Yet even though she was not paid any more attention than the family dog, she was held to a strict set of rules, burdened under her family's name.
The combination of neglect, affluence, and restriction made her desperate for validation and acknowledgment. For years, Dessania attempted to gain her parents' approval, her cousins' approval, her peers' approval, her teachers' approval. She cried often, threw tantrums, and developed a masterful repertoire of pranks, all the attention she craved.
By the time she was twelve, she was tired of following rules and living for others' approval. Her early years at the Academy, while she was beginning to build herself and form an identity to stick to, she was every instructor's nightmare. Everyone was sure she would eventually be kicked out of the school--or quit so she couldn't be kicked out, more accurately. By the age of seventeen, however, she had settled remarkably. Pouring herself into her love for clothing and designing, progressing to finding loopholes rather than flagrantly breaking rules, and taking on a free-form, haphazard outlook on life, she slowly built up the defining characteristics of Dezi Sterling.
By the age of eighteen she surprised everyone but the drill sergeant's bonded Beta by proving herself ready to meet that season's litter of pups. Unorthodox and extravagant, but ready.
Dezi very quickly found a kindred spirit in the runt of the litter, the tiny but feisty Skyfire.
Colour: royalblue
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:57 am
ѕкуfιяєjust dance[ ♪♪] Name: Skyfire [or Ky!]
Gender: Female
Birthdate: September 21, AL 209
Age: 1 [barely] Hey!
Pack: New Eve [for now]
Rank: Gamma
Appearance:
Personality: Feisty, free-spirited, and full of energy, Skyfire lives life at a faster pace than most can keep up with. She has taken so well to human influence that even some of the less traditionalist wolves worry about her. While she loves to run with her own kind and does not by any means separate herself from her pack, she has been known to mimic human mannerisms and has more than once relayed information to other wolves with what her kind might consider a "human" accent. Skyfire has rapidly picked up simple rudiments of human thought from her bonded partner and actively works on gaining further understanding. In her mind this will help her to grow closer to her rider so that they can work in even more unity than they have already achieved.
Ky adores her rider like
History:
Colour: dodgerblue
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