Wraith || Air

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name. Wraith
age. Twenty
gender. Female
element. Air
color. This female does not weild size against her foes but knowledge and agility, through strength is no stranger to her. An analogy fitting to this lissome warrior is that someone spilled a bottle of blue ink and drenched her in the staining liquid. His strands are black in majority but a keen eye will reveal that not all is as it appears; black pelt it may seem in all, upon closer inspection the fur is a deep, dark blue. This cobalt only lightens to be viewed under light but there are areas on her body that divulge the secret. A band of sharp, crisp cerulean bisects the fur lining her neck, as well as a stripe directly across her shoulders and a fringe along her hips. Runescript marks lace her front limbs with a dark cobalt. However, these somewhat common 'markings' with their unnatural color, glow.
paw pads. Smooth
eye color.Sapphire
starting elemental power. light glow to her body
*personality. TTrue to name, Wraith is a mysterious entity that seems to drift aimlessly among her peers rather than claiming any position for herself. Often times she is not the first to speak but remains the herder of the conversation when she does choose to put forth a lyric or two. Wraith is a wolf of few words and what few she does utter are always with a reason behind their birth, never wasting air. Her knowledge of herbal remedies are invaluable assets to be had and she does not discriminate between packs her services if she can help it. She follows only a direct order, anything else she may disregard. She also is able to communes with spirits of the dead occasionally and is gifted with a mild clairvoyance that is irksome not useful. A blunt creature who spares no expense on sugar-coating ill news she shows little regard for the feelings of others - but perhaps this is due to the fact that this canine seems devoid of them. As though stripped of sentiment this enigmatic soul seems to only mimic emotion rather than truly experience it. She frequently asks others about their emotions, curious of them and intent on knowing the foundation of sentiment that she seems incapable of feeling. A strong sense of duty she's sworn to serve one and one alone and whomever that may be will become her purpose as she says. Wraith speaks in cryptic tongues, confusing all around her with poetic responses that befuddle some and captivate others. She is also a storyteller, passing on generations of fable and history to those willing to listen, and also very inquisitive about the stories of others.

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[saphyri]

+accepted