Rin Kohaku, ~Death Defying~

[Rin]

OOC INFORMATION
name: Lia (or Aurelia)
Age: Old Enough to Drive, yet no legal yet o.o
contacts: ghuh_vad_genobreaker@yahoo.com
how often are you online?: Usually an hour minimum each day depending on the homework load, I can be on for a few hours though. Basically as often as possible (considering band o.o')
how long have you been wolf RPing for?: Probably over a year, or even more then that... can't remember exactly

IC INFORMATION
name: Rin Kohaku
nickname: Rin
gender: Female
age: around seven
breed: Unknown, looks a bit like a mexican wolf
family: Rejected by her birth parents, was one of three pups. Taken by a new pair of wolves that loved her, had two siblings. Once had a mate, though they only breeded and it was by force. She gave birth to several pups, all were killed by her own ivories. She remembers not what her real parents were like, though her memory recalls them as mean cold hearted souls. Her foster parents however were very kind and loving, even though she wasn't their own. She never had a problem with her siblings, for either side. Though her true kin became more and more like she hated. This encouraged her to stay with her foster family more so then before.

physical description: Vaguely peculiar in appearance, Rin is actually magnificence veiled behind her own mendacity. Her pillars are pure white up to about her shoulder or are a dirty tan from mire. She has a shadowy strip starting at her snout that runs to about midway on her delicate crania. It occasionally fades in and out, depending on the lighting or her current mood. Her auds are a red-orange tone, and that same tinge covers most of her mug and décolletage. The base of her collar is as her pillars, either a grimy tan or pure white. Her optics are a strange blue-crimson shade that are very compelling. Her back is a blend of blacks, greys, and browns. Her flag is tipped with a dash of cold-hearted death.

Elegant strides cart this disheartened femme on her forlorn way. Long and elegant, not small and choppy. Elongated pillars allow for the wonders of this femora's movement, enhancing the beauty carried on a 'war-torn' frame. Small pads bear the manifestation that is Rin, broken apart and cut many times over. Banner droops with every passing moment, no longer held with pride... the pride a wolfess such as this should carry. All is worn and torn as the heart that shatters with everyday, flanking the disfigurements that embellish this desolate bodice.

personality: This femme loathes herself and her being. She has always been perplexed and never found hope in anything. She doesn’t trust a single soul; she never has and never will. She’s hushed and aloof, never vocalizing more than the few expressions essential to get her point across. She’s more of an intellectual than anything, yet she always finds her thoughts drifting to her pathetic and grief-stricken life. Nothing spooks this cynical fae. She constantly looks to be in bereavement most times. She tends to continually berate herself; she will starve herself as well. She thinks that she is the most ungainly creature to walk this soil and the only way to liberate herself of the pain is her decease. She has tried on many occasions to have this plan run through, but is always stopped by something, or rather, someone.

She sees herself as hollow and has never ever been part of a pack. Pack wolves are like deities to her, something that she virtually venerates. Well, she would if she wasn’t so dejected all the time. Rin also hates all males, any species. Her past experience has taught her to have no trust in any, especially those like the one she long ago encountered. She also hates puppies, killing any she sees if not stopped by another. Once she starts to kill this femme losses her mind, she can't stop... she won't stop till everything in sight is dead. Never cross this broken and hurt wolf, unless you have a death wish.

history: Rin has lived through nothing but lies, hate, and deceit. She was one of three pups and was the rejected one. She was pushed away by both parents and picked on by her brothers and sisters. She was taken by members of another pack and raised brutally. She barely scraped by a living, she under went training that nearly killed her. When she became a yearling she was kicked out of the pack again, the alpha's having been overthrown. The new pair hated her and she was either told to leave or die. She choose life, and later regretted it. She never knew pack life like others, she was always doing the work that no other would do. She wasn't even considered a member, the omegas of the pack were higher than she was. Not ever trusted with a job that was of importance or not even that. She was always the last one for anything. She nearly starved to death on several occasions. Never part of any pack truly, they all enjoyed playing cruel tricks on the beautiful femme. She came to hate herself as she was beaten if anything was done wrong. She finally managed to escape this hell and decided to try life as a loner... she might was well, it was a better living then she had ever known in a pack, if she was even considered a member, which she wasn't.

As a loner she did better and never came close to starving, unless she would do it on purpose. She learned the art of deceit and lies, easily hiding all that she didn't want known or seen. She became so good she started to forget who she really was. She later came across a lone brute, he had seemed nice enough. The brujo had even given her a new name for her forgotten one. He called her Rin Kohaku, meaning Cold Amber. Cold because she had no more emotion left to give and amber because of her red hued facade. They spent at least a year together before the brute finally saw the opportunity he had been looking for. It turned out that he was actually of another pack, luring her into a trap. He was the alpha of a local pack and wanted pups without a mate. The femme suddenly found herself in a tight situation. She fought him bravely, defending herself with as much hate as she could muster. It was not enough in the end though and he won out and the young fae was forced to breed with him. She fought every lick of the way though.

Kept like a caged animal in the pack's den, she had made several suicide attempts not ever wanted to give birth to the pups. She was losing her will to live, and was doing all she could to kill herself. Every attempt that the suicidal femme made though ended with even more pain. Soon she found it impossible to do anything damaging and later had the pups... seven to be exact. She almost died giving birth to the final puppy, but her new fire to live was rekindled and she was going to see the reason for her pain dead. She recovered for a few days and finally had her chance. It was the day of her birth and she would mark it forever in blood, the blood of the one who so hurt her. Rin attacked the alpha when he was playing with his pups, gaining the upper hand due to surprise. She had snagged his throat when they were 'playing' and refused to release. Oh, he fought well, but she got her way in the end and he died the most painful death imaginable. She kept him alive for longer then he should have lived, so that his last days were filled with all the pain that Rin had ever experienced in her life. Once the alphen was dead she took the pups and left, the excited younglings thought that they were going to have the time of their life.

Little did they know that they never would experience joy, not as dreamed. She killed them all; two by blood loss, three by drowning, and when she could no longer find the prey that she desired she choose a new type of meat. Each died in pairs, the remaining always being told that it was an accident and nothing would ever happen to them. Each found out when it was too late the true cause of their siblings deaths. Rin kept her dubbance from the brute, in a cruel remembrance of him. Never ever trusting a single soul that she encountered when she moved on. She especially hates brutes of any kind, no matter how kind they seem to her... she would rather die then trust another like she had that male. She now comes to these lands a broken and deceitful wolfess, never again who she was... never again will she bleed the color she once did. With a heart of steel and a will that dwindles like the fires of the forests. Will she live to see another day, or will it all come crashing down... just as she likes it.

Having always failed in her attempted killings, she has become stronger. Stronger then the average wolf or wolfess. She left the hateful land that had been her home for a time, and the bringer of bad memories... her failings in bringing about the afterlife. She wandered about for many years, once being captured by the two leggeds. That, however, backfired for them... a storm had hit whilst at sea and destroyed the ship. Rin somehow managed to survive and make it to this strange place. Here she found many unique and interesting wolves, some much more powerful then others. One might wonder how a femme like her stays sane, but her pain brings her from losing it completly. Yet in a strange way, it also kills her... a little bit each day. She wanders about as she pleases, careful though with whom she makes contact with. Perhaps, in this new place, a new Rin can be unlocked; perhaps not... only time will tell.

rp example: Cold breeze whipped around as it brought the growing fall with it. Trees were sheading their leaves and coats starting to thinken in the animal world. Death was everywhere, the death of the leaves hung in the air, as with the prey that were hunted by the larger creatures. Another wind came though, though this time resembling a soft zyphr. Some of the trees were heard as they cried out in pain with the winds blowing their tender branches, and ripping their cover from them. It was almost as if the woods were alive with angst and sadness, it reeked of it with the nearing winter. Winter was always nearing, ever drawing closer. As was time, time was never on your side... for anything. Some knew this always and others had to learn the hard way, usually the painful way at that. One such wolven who knew this was sitting with her tassel curled up around her pillars. A small puddle surrounded the fae as salty liquid poured forth from redened occulars. Another of her many attempts to rid herself forever of pain and the world of an ugly, or so she though, wolfess. Much time passed and the tears fadded away as the loner rose and started off.

The very slim femme began walking slowly through the wooded area nearby a large tree. She had just been diverted from another one of her many attempts at easing her pain. She ignored the beauty in the leaves that reflected her own and continued on. After a while she shook off the leaves that had gathered on her pelt. She let out another sigh as she moved slowly. She was a bit hungery, but was in no way going to eat. How could she when she already was such an ugly creature. She closed her eyes to hold back the stinging tears. Ever was it the same, ever did this lonesome fatle cry tears of sorrow. She hung her head and opened her orbs again. She wasn't focused though and ran right into Nizari. She reeled back and shook her head, looking up to see the source of the added pain. The vixen ahook herself and stood. "I'm sorry, my fault..." ... as usual. she finished in her head. Shaking her delicate crania again she continued on her way without even a second thought. Her scared form suddenly moving quicker then before. Tassel was hung low as was her small mug. Aching paws carried her further away, she moved and looked like an appiration, a complete manifestation of a once gorgeous wolfess. She didn't plan on staying long, she had no wish to face the wolf, no matter who they were.

The wolfess tried so very hard not to listen as the other called out to her and attempted to block out all the sounds and things around her. She couldn't do it though, the vix was too upset to focus and stopped as she heard the other's words. She didn't turn around, didn't glance over her shoulder, didn't even flick an aud in the the other's direction. She simply stood there, as if frozen in time, unable to move. She closed her eyes and waited for it, it would always come... the harsh words, the pain. It was all too familiar to the femme. Her mug still hug low, her tassel matching. She was a sight to behold. Captivating beauty bottled up with hatred for herself. Lips remained tightly sealed, as she planned on not saying a word. It was bad enough that she had forced herself to stop, after all what did others care about her. The apparentally 'cared' enough to stop her attempts to ease her pain, but to this hardened and depressed femme all they did was damn her more. She hated her life and wanted it to be ended right now. Soon a thought came to her mind, perhaps she could prevoke this wolf into a fight and then she would purposully lose, which would end in death. The wolfess didn't deserve life, at least that's what she thought.

The wind ran through her coat like a whip, slicing it's bitterness right into her very core. She wasn't phased by this at all though, it simply refleced her own heart... if you could say that she even has one. She stood unmoving, it was as if she wasn't real. Her stiffness adding to the already ghost like appearance that she possesed. Dark and redened occulars were focused down, hoping not to make eye contact with anyone at all. She could tell that the wolf she had bumped into was clearly not a brujo, and for that the other femme was lucky. The wolf wouldn't have had a chance to even say that it was okay she had bumped into them. Not that she was even expecting an 'oh that's okay... don't worry about it' from the wolfess. She was waiting to hear the usual, 'what the hell do you think your doing, get out of my way and watch it next time' or something to that affect. It always came, and always would... this was the way of things for her. Nothing would change this way, for she had no wish nor desire to change it. The ghostly femme was pleased as it was... well please in her own twisted way.

[MoonShadow]

accepted