Xia and Birthmark

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Character Name: Xia
Name Meaning: glow of sunshine or sunset
Character Specices: Fenghuang
Season Born and Age: Autumn, 10,573
Zodiac Sign: Virgo/Libra cusp
Element: Fire

Appearance: Xia's neck is sleek, long and slender like that of a crane, but with green scales rather than feathers. Her beak is yellow-orange and similar in shape to that of a herons. A yellow tincture covers her face, which appears to be the shape of a swallows. Over her breast is white feathers like that of a goose. Strangly enough it seems she is not just a mixture of different birds, but rather a couple of other creatures as well. One example of this oddity, which is not so unusual for a Fenghuang is the fact that her back is of a dark coloration and hard like the shell of a tortoise. Her hindquarters is that of a stag, but it ends as her legs come to the ankle where her taloned falcon feet begin. Part of her tail is shaped and scaled like that of a fish while plumes surround it on either side, black, white, red, yellow and green.

As her wings spread out to their full twenty-five foot span her feathers hued in color are of a indingo blue -- followed by red and finally by yellow which extends to the rest of her lower torso. This yellow coloration seems to extend to beneath her fish tail and plumes, more fire than anything as she rises into the sky. On top of her head is a plume like a quails, but longer.


Personality: Xia is quite tender hearted, which goes for most Fenghuang's. She dislikes to see anyone hurting and will try to cheer them up. She dislikes dishonesty and has a knack for virtues. She is just and quite wise, being so aged of course. Those who sin most terribly she dislikes, however she will not harm anything or anyone, for it is not in her nature to do so. She would rather comfort than harm, love rather than hate, although she does have feelings of dislike. No matter the situation she will meet it with wisdom and perhaps a few choice words. Although there are some things that will make her sad and cause her to cry and shed a single tear. Her morals are high. She dislikes only that which is of sin and likes all that which has to do with virtues. She fears little other than fear itself, but she fears that someday she will no longer be needed. She also fears that someday the world will be riddled with sin and no virtue at all

History: Xia was born from her own ashes of a previous life, forgetting all which she knew in that life other than words of wisdom. She has no parents, however she has several offspring, many of them already dead becasue their lifespan is not as long as her own. However her mate, a dragon seems to have dissappeared and for him she mourns, hopeing for his return one day.

Throughout the ages she has been an aide to several civilizations, giving them words of wisdom and suggestions leading towards peace. Meanwhile every twenty-five years she will lay a nest of eggs, hatching between one and thirteen Fenghuang and Dragons. Her young have reached their end already, though may have had young of their own, although not all of them have bred successfully and so there are only a few who currently exist. In a couple of years she will lay another nest of eggs, but if her mate does not return then they will not be fertilized and for another twnety-five years one will see no new Fenghuang or Dragons hatched by just such a mother.

Xia since the time she was born and until now has been through several things, always being stolen by one group and another to gain her tears or try to use her as a tool in war, but it never works unless she is being held hostage for ransom. She has finally escaped them though and came to another place, where such groups hopefully cannot get to her and she can leave a half way normal life and maybe her mate will more easily locate her.

Extra: She likes to collect things, but she will not steal it from others. She also likes wolves and dragons as friends. Therefore one may often find her on the lands of a wolf. She has also promised that certain packs may have one of her young once they are older to protect them dragon or fenghuang it is for her to decide.

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Character Name: Birthmark
Name Meaning: a birthmark
Character Specices: Cascade Mountain Wolf
Season Born and Age: Winter, 3
Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Pack: Tirananniel
Rank: Alpha

Appearance: Cinnamon encumbered fae was not always quite so muscular, for in her youth she had been born a puny whelp, almost to small to have survived. However even then the size of her paws gave a hint to her future growth. As the years came to pass she grew larger, a massive creature invoking in some of her packmates and siblings fear. At the end of her growth she measured in at four foot eleven from her head to the tip of her tail, and stood two foot eleven at her shoulders. However she did not weigh as much as some within her cadre, but still eighty-nine pounds seemed a bit much compared to those who weighed much less than that. Her bulk sent the wrong message about her personality.

Raven colored pelage concealed flesh of upper portions upon the fae, beginning at her snout and ending at the tip of her tail with undertones of cinnamon. Ears are often held erect, aware an attentive to the surroundings. Her limbs are the color of soot mixed with a dash of pepper and a few reddish-brown splashes found here and there. Quite an interestingly colored canine. Half of her tail is similarly tinctured like that of her sides in a very dirity off-white color with a cinnamon tinge. The only patch of pure white upon the canis lupus is the underside of her muzzle, beginning at the tip of her chest. Together these colors offset her crimson hued eyes.

Upon an otherwise gorgeous fur coat there appears to be tufts of fur missing. The reason for this being the simple fact that there are several scars upon her being from battles past, both from ones shes lost as well as ones she has come out the victor. Although her fur is long and often aides in covering areas that are less dense, but when the wind blows areas are uncovered. Then there are places on her back and snout where there is not enough fur to cover the scars. Most are thin strips usually in threes and fours while others are in strange shapes.

A final part to her pelt was a strange marking of creamy coloration that began at her eye, appearing to be the mouth of a snake about to consume her sight. This was her birthmark, an anaconda snake that started at her eye, running down her neck, the side of her shoulder, over her hips and finally ending at the beginning portion of her tail. One on each side of her physique.

Personality: Birthmark while her appearance may give others pause she is truly a kind and warm hearted persona, although not purely so. Should someone be in danger whether she knows them or not she offers help even if it isn't given voice. Despite her shyness when she meets someone knew, she quickly becomes more confident around them if she becomes used to them. She is often more concered about others around her than herself, and depending upon the situation she might try and take charge if it seems the situation is going no where or getting out of hand. However she will usually keep quiet for she fears ridicule from others even though her reasons are at best silly ones. At times she seems almost eccentric, but that might be because of a split personality which she realizes is there. However cannot quite control the way she acts when she gets into one of those moods, making her an unpredictable enigma. However as of late she's been able to put a cap on it, and when she feels this part of her emerging she will go somewhere and hide least she should come to harm anyone in anyway.

Birthmark is loving and caring, because when a friend is in trouble and she’s able to be there for them she may not say anything, but she does nuzzle them to comfort them. She hates not always being there for someone, but she can't help it she has her own life to run too. When a friend is in a jam and its within her powers she will help, but sometimes she can't which can end up making her depressed. However she tries to be happy and loves to match make other people.

However she’s shy around new people, but if she takes a liking to them she'll start chatting with them and if they're a male she might even attempt to flirt with them, but it makes her feel awkward so it isn't often she has the urge to do just that.

She wants what’s best for everyone and sometimes they need a little loving be it sisterly, motherly, or friendly she does her best to strive for others happiness sometimes neglecting her own in the process. However she hides her own hurts deep inside her heart so as not to let the others know how torn apart she actually feels. Sometimes at night she'll cry herself to sleep, because she feels as though she's being used rather than an actual friend. Though it may not be so she's to afraid to voice her worries to her friends whom she feels are controlling her in some way and they might not realize it either.

She likes it best when she’s alone, however when someone is really and truly hurt or in trouble if she can be there for them she will try, but sometimes she's bound by the rules of others, be it a family, friends or a pack. She can't always be there for her friends when she wants to and sometimes there’s more than one friend who really needs her. She loves and cares for them like no other can, she hides her other feelings though deep in her soul. No one can see that she's bleeding inside because of the secrets she hides.

She has no confidant for they would most likely go off and tell the person whom she was speaking about what she had said about them. How can she reveal to her friends what they are doing to her without hurting their feelings. She doesn't want them to be angry, but most of them just can't seem to sit down and have a quiet heart felt discussion with her, because then they'd most likely accuse her that it was all her fault when it wasn't, perhaps her beliefs are irriational, but she thinks and fears it none the less.

One day if her emotions are not poured out into another canidae who’s willing to listen she's going to burst and become an emotional nut case. Even the loving and caring type have their breaking point when everyone puts their troubles to them without allowing her to tell them how she’s feeling and what emotion she’s feeling towards them at the time. Sometimes she tries to joke her feelings off so the others don't know and she does it so cleverly that they so far haven't found out. But she desperately needs someone to talk to who won't judge what she says and go off and tell someone else.

Sometimes she sinks into a depression, because she feels to emotionally exhausted, but somehow she manages to pull herself out by not having anyone around and just reading the stars that have happy endings, at least the way she reads them, though sometimes that is not always the case. After this she puts on a happy or apathic face, which no one can see the true anguish behind. She has to be there for them so they can be happy and know that their loved and that someone cares for them even if that means she’s slowly dieing inside. She’s also attuned into other peoples feelings most of the time. To love and to care about others she is also able to attune her atene into other people’s emotions usually she can tell when someone is sad, upset or happy. Sometimes she can even sense confusion and fear, but rarely can she sense anything else for she herself is emotionally drained though she hides it behind a mask of apathy or a slight smile.

History: Birthmark was born thre years ago on a beautiful winter day in the month of December. She was born second after Corazola and before her sister Nadia, recieving wonderful parents, their mother having a personality much like that of herself, after all sometimes personalities were inherited through genetics. Perhaps the reason why she was the closest to her mother rather than her sister since her siblings took more after their father, especially their sister. It was a wonderous life that they led, growing up in a pack of fifteen members and with them it made eighteen. There didn't seem to be to much that would tear any of them apart, besides the wanderlust that was prevailent in some of their veins. It seemed that Birthmark had inherited a need to roam and as soon as she was two years of age she left the pack. Although she and her family would miss one another they did not feel bitterness with her decision, after all there were those who had done so before. Had the pack been smaller however she more than likely would have remained, but being as it seemed a healthy size by her second year she felt it time to depart into lands unknown. She missed her mother most of all, but she was sure they were fine and sometimes she'd wander back to them to see how things fared.

For a year now she has traveled and has returned home once again for a visit, but on her way coming from a different direction than she'd ever been she found Chilling Silence. With awe she stared at the lands, but quickly went to the lands of her family. All seemed well and she spoke to them of the place she had seen. However none of them at that time seemed to wish to go, however they encouraged her to, perhaps she could join a pack and if their own moved into the area they might seek an alliance, but it did not seem to be likely to occur for they were happy in the area where they lived. For Birthmark however, the lands of Chilling Silence were calling her and so she went.

Upon her arrival she declared a piece of land as hers, calling it Tirananniel. It is here where she can be found and sought out.

Extra: Birthmark has a love of the hunt, not just so that she can provide food for her family. It's just the thrill of the chase gets to her and sometimes she'll start out on a hunt without actually needing the sustatence. More often than not however she does not succeed and therefore when she does need to hunt most of her energy has already been used up.

Another thing she enjoys is story telling, about things which her own parents and grand parents told her. The stories she adores telling the most however are about her so that she can never be forgotten or at least she hopes so.