Post by Maya on Feb 14, 2012 17:15:17 GMT -5
SIRONA
"You loved me 'cause I'm fragile.
When I thought that I was strong."
When I thought that I was strong."
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Sirona
NICKNAME(S): Rona
PRONUNCIATION: ZUR-rone-ah
POSITION: Slave
taste the sky,
AGE: Four years
GENDER: Female
BREED: Arctic Wolf
HEIGHT: 25 inches
APPEARANCE: Sirona is on the shorter end of the spectrum reaching a height of twenty-five inches at the shoulder, making her possibly one of the shortest wolves most would encounter. Her slender legs create the illusion that she is taller than she appears to be. Sirona is an off white and looks be to be a light creamy color. This color, as it dips to her legs, darkens a bit to create some difference between the rest of her. This darkened cream color rounds around enticing auburn eyes and spreads delicately around her face, defining it and imitates the appearance of a mask. Sirona walks with an air of confidence that is intermingled with flirty undertones as her hips sway with each stride she makes. Her eyes consisting of mixture of red and brown show a bold challenge to anyone crosses her path; however, behind that challenge resides a lustful look if a male appeals to her tastes.
PICTURE REFERENCE: Here
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: To wrap Sirona in a neat and tidy bow will never be possible as this handful of a female makes it her duty to generate chaos and make one’s life a living hell. Instead of dominors keen on breaking her unruly ways, she turns the tables and pushes them to the brink of insanity. She is a manipulative and conniving female who always gets her way in one way or another. Sirona is rather persuasive and knowing she looks attractive, she uses this to her an advantage. Bat her eyelashes here, sway her hips there and most bend to her will without her lifting a paw. Sirona is confident and coy which does not make it be the best combination with the rest of her attributes. She is a flirt and will easily push one’s buttons in either the right or wrong way but the unknown thrills her.
Sirona is sarcastic and rude majority of the time. She mouths off to her superiors constantly, proving herself even stronger than the last time they severely punished her. She’s courageous and rebellious, speaking her mind even when told to keep quiet. If Sirona is ordered to patrol the borders, she’ll do the opposite and lounge around; however, she might actually patrol the borders only to wander off and escape the confines of the lands. Once she’s done this she will wait for her dominor to find her or one of the pack members to bring her back and laugh about it. To Sirona, everything is one big game and it is a game that she’s undoubtedly winning.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Aros
MOTHER: Lasrina
SIBLINGS: Vanora [F], Shona [F], Eiros [M]
HISTORY: Sirona was the first born out of the litter and the rest followed after her. From the start she had always been respectful and minded her manners, and kept herself out of harm’s way. Having been born to two parents that were slaves, their title had been passed onto their pups and once they were weaned, they too, would no longer be as innocent. Sirona had been independent from the start, guiding her younger siblings on little adventures her mind conjured up. She laughed and played, her mind unaware of the beatings her parents received if they did not obey, and her life was worry free. This childhood innocence was stripped away from the litter when they were weaned and they were herded away from their parents to be given away.
Sirona and her siblings did their best to stay together but on their first day there, Sirona had been the first to leave. She departed from their saddened faces with a heavy heart and dragged away to a new land. She adjusted to the life as a slave rather quickly and was obedient and quiet. She hardly suffered beatings due to her nature and was relieved that the alphas were pleased with her duties. She minded where she slept, and kept away from the nastier pack members with ease. When Sirona turned two, she had never been given away and remained with the same pack. She had done so well in all her orders that the alphas entrusted their new litter of pups in her care. She was fond of them but during this time, the Alpha Male was staying behind to speak with Sirona. She politely conversed with him as she tended to his pups, feeling uncomfortable as his eyes never strayed from her.
Something about him felt off but Sirona knew that he had every right to stay behind and make sure his pups were under good care. A month had passed and yet he still remained, but his actions soon were had become bold. He showed Sirona affection, confessing that he adored her, and wanted her to be his Alpha Female. Sirona brushed it off and laughed about it. His persistence continued and he showed her kindness and Sirona was slowly falling for him. Within a month, she and the Alpha were secretly courting and she had never felt like she meant something in all her years. By the time she turned three, their secret had been let out of the bag by another slave as she was being interrogated by the Alpha Female. This slave had become pregnant without asking permission and admitted to the Alpha Female that she was pregnant with her mate’s pups and confessed that he was also spending time with Sirona.
Sirona’s heart had faltered and she was angry with her Alpha and confronted him. His charming words that often got him out of trouble fell on deaf ears and Sirona grew angrier. The Alpha Female banished Sirona and made her watch her kill the other slave’s pups before leaving. Disgusted and ashamed of herself, Sirona left but as she bounced around from pack to pack, something was made clear; she would not be broken. She mouthed off, flirted with males higher up on the ladder, and was ripping other packs apart. Roughly a year later, Sirona landed herself here with determination to cause some broken hearts and break whoever’s spirit she so chooses to for she knows hers will never be broken again.