s o m b r a

[sombra]

Epithet: Sombra

Centuries: Seven . Five (750)

Chromosomes: X X

Predisposition: Lycan

Stains: Immaculate (i'm in the process of drawing her)

Standing: 5"0

Social Skills: Quiet. To put it rather lightly. Sombra is not of the social persuasion and is not often found in large circles or crowds. Indeed pack life has never quite fit her taste. A wanderer of sorts, and a day dreamer. But not of the pedestrian sort, mind you. There are not many warm, tender thoughts that flit through the lycan's mind. They are realistic. Cold, and calculative. Very much severed from her heartstrings, Sombra's affections have been claimed, and are perpetually bound to one whom will never return them. And so when faced with pursuit hostilities are adopted.

Standoffish, stern and matter of fact, the truth never seems to escape Sombra's speech. She has abandoned chivalry, and regard for others. Only seeing others as objects within the space she occupies. Calm, patient but utterly fatal when confronted or backed into a situation of no escape. Her disuasion towards others is a product of experience, not of choice. Get to know the siren better and...it doesn't change much. She remains quiet...but far more welcoming, and almost warm on occasion. She smiles more, in any case.

Physique: The details are still mildly fuzzy; she's undergoing a revamp. But the basics are that she is tall and lean and white. Markings are still being debated but nothing extraordinary. Maybe some black here and there. And sapphire eyes. Not ice blue, but a vibrant navy-like blue.

*History: Seven hundred and fifty years is a long history to describe in detail, however I'll sum it up.

Within the first two centuries Sombra was taught. To hunt, to fight, to speak and to be silent. Most commonly the former. Within Sombra's tribe it was said that the females were trophies and each male would accumulate half a dozen before his desires were sated and he found a satisfaction in the respect...or shall I say fear that those feminite creatures would provide him. And upon that fear, Sombra was raised.

The third and fourth brought new issues; her coupling. It was not for her parents to decide, it was for the alphas to do so. While her parents were not so interested in the future that lay ahead, Sombra displayed...concern. And on an early spring morning the "whelp" was found missing.

The fifth hundred years were a time of liberation. Of development and as soon social strings were formed...Not many are recalled and none remained. Except of course Sawblade. Lycan King. It is not known by many but in another time and place, not so long ago she served aside him for several years. Only to vanish, as she commonly does.

It is now, in her seven hundreds that she has begun to move amongst the pedestrians once again. A pedestrian herself and a specter in the forms she is so named for. A shadow.

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