The Silver Flame

[†〈Gin〉†]

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Gin
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FOOTSTEPS ON THE HORIZON
FULL OF ANGER ; FULL OF HOPE
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CALLING :
Gin (meaning silver)

NICKNAMES :
Silver(mostly only for Rave)

AGE :
3 1/2 years

SPECIES :
Timber / Fire Elemental

SEX :
Female

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THEIR STEPS ARE OH SO PERFECT
MADE WITH LOVE ; MADE WITH HATE
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MY EYES :
Dark Blue

MY COLORS :
Gin's pelt is just like her name; silver. Her base coat is an average silver color while it gets darker from her mid-body up, making her back a darker gray. Her back paws are white while her front are dark gray, almost black.

MY DIMENSIONS :
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 100 lbs

MAKE A JUDGMENT :
Gin is about the size of your average young adult wolf. The mass of her power is in her long, agile legs. She is built for agility and speed, making her a hard target to catch when she's running. There is nothing very special about her, besides the fact that when she uses fire, it is a unique silver and gray color instead of the average red and yellows.

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PATH OF DESTRUCTION, FEEL IT BURN
WE NEED A SAVIOR ; LIVE, LOVE, LEARN
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I AM WHO I AM :
Gin is a calm, collected lady. She knows when to keep her mouth shut and when to speak up. This doesn't mean that she doesn't have moments where she blurts things out. It's usually when she has an idea or belief that is being objected. She is on the kinder side of the coin and has soft spots for pups. She is a good care taker of them but has never had a litter of her own. She is unsure of the idea of being a parent.

Just because she had a calm demeanor doesn't mean that this girl doesn't get fired up. The sight of action instantly makes her heart pound, causing her to want to get in with it. It's hard to stay out of a physical fight for her if it's between others. She loves the thrill of action or battle, almost as if feeding off it like a drug. This is one of the points when it's hard to control her own personality. But the instant authority steps in, she can easily calm down and snap back to normal. She knows her place.

Gin has never really had any thoughts of being a leader, despite the fact that her father used to be an alpha and her mother was his breeding girl. She could have easily taken the spot as the fire alpha when she was of age, but the thought really never crossed her mind. She is more of a follower than a leader and a good ally to have. Her skills are in plotting and in defending as well as attacking. Her movements are swift and even though her attacks aren't extremely powerful, she uses speed as an advantage and attacks multiple times. This attribute makes up for the weakness of her initial attacks.

MY INTERESTS :

• Fire.
  
• Young wolves.
  
• Learning something new.
  
• Watching other enjoy themselves.
  
• Rave.
  

MY DISLIKES :

• Getting cold.
  
• Being left out.
  
• Meaningless arguments.
  
• Being ambushed.
  

WHO I FOLLOW :
Aedan

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I'LL TELL YOU JUST A LITTLE MORE
AS YOU DIG DEEPER INTO MY SOUL
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FATHER :
Ravi

MOTHER :
Rose

SIBLINGS :
Rave and Barely

MATE :
None

OFFSPRING :
None

PETS :
None

IN MY PAST :
Gin was born in a tight time. A war started in her early pup-hood that caused the elementals to clash against one another. She and her brothers had been taken care of by their mother while their father and other packmates charged out into battle. The pups were skittish with all the battles sounds from outside. Day an night yells, howls and snarls as well as screams of pain were heard. It hardly was able to sleep at night with all the disturbing noises.

When Gin and her siblings were 6 months old, the war was still going on. It looked as if there was no end to it. Rose spoke with Ravi several times when he was taking a break from the battle and a few weeks after their last talk, Rose gathered the pups up and led them away from the den when the battle was the calmest. She raised them for 3 more months outside the packlands. Barely ended up missing. Gin and Rave staid close to their mother, developing a very close bond with her as time passed. She trained them to control their ability to wield fire and taught them how to fight and defend. When the pups turned a year of age, the war seemed to be settling down. But things weren't looking good.

The fire wolves were, astonishingly, losing. It wasn't safe to stay outside the fire lands anymore. Their power was weakening greatly as attackers drew closer and closer. Rose took her children farther away and eventually out of the elementals territory. There, she taught her grown pups a little more before telling them that they could either leave or stay with her since they were old enough. Gin and Rave both wanted to stay with their mother but they also knew they couldn't spend their lives always running. With a sad farewell a few months later, both Gin and Rave left their mother and took their own paths. It was hard to leave her mother and brother who she loved, but it was time to create her own pathway.

Gin spent most of her time as a loner, never joining a pack and never interfering with affairs that weren't her own. She tried to avoid large groups since she was a single fire soul, but it was hard. She finally entered the land of Godai, and her life began to change from being lost in solitary.

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I'M PULLING THE STRINGS
'CAUSE I'M BEHIND IT ALL
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OOC ALIAS :
Ash

AGE :
15

EXPERIENCE :
6 years

OTHER CHARACTERS :
N/a

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE : Taken from a Instant Message roleplay.

The bus pulled to a stop at the side of the road on the cloudy day. People were getting on and stepping off left and right. Such crowds seemed to flock at this time of day. A man stood in the very back, grasping the top of the bus firmly as it stopped roughly. He wore a pair of sunglasses that blocked the color of his eyes from passer-byers. A black trench coat was worn over a red sweater and black dress pants. The back of the coat was longer than the front, almost like a cape; the collar of the jacket looked a lot like the olden time vampire flapped collars. A very dim piece of golden cloth could be seen hiding under his sweater and a gleam of silver could by caught in the right amount of light.
"Sir!" the driver called. The man looked up quickly from his absent thoughts. "You gonna get off or what? You've been on this entire run today." The man in the back stood still for a moment before nodding. He maneuvered his way past the other passengers and slowly stepped off the bus. His hair was pitch black in the dim gleam of the cloudy day. Bangs hung on his forehead that split in the middle and dipped to his eyebrow. His hair went not longer than the back of his skull. "Mr. Wintersburg," he heard someone call. The man turned to look at the driver. "You doing alright buddy?" Wintersburg merely nodded before turning and disappearing in a crowd of people.
"Mortals. When have they ever cared for me." His tone was quiet and bitter. If one listened it could obvious that he wasn't one of the 'mortals' but one of the 'immortals'. Alkane Wintersburg is what he was known as. Back in the 1900's, someone had told him about a prophecy. He wasn't sure what it was all about, but it was doom for all humanity. At first, Alkane could have cared less. The human, or even his own kind more or less, never showed any compassion to him. They all wanted him dead. Over the last 200 years of his 700 year life he'd grown bitter and distrusting. But the prophecy teller insisted on his help. He finally agreed. The message was for him to find slayers, which honestly Alkane laughed at.
All slayers and hunters wanted to do was watch him bleed his heart out and fade to ash. But this was what he had to do. He was told that in the 21st century he'd need to find them. And that was all. Alkane himself had just left Virginia, a place a past lover - out of the two - had told him to go. His next stop in his exploration of America led him to Illinois. With a sigh, Alkane cast a glance at the overcast and gloomy sky. A sudden sound caught his attention and he noticed a creaking gate that led to a graveyard. Turning, the man walked toward it and slowly entered inside.
The 5"9' man hadn't expected to see anyone inside the grave yard. A gentle wind had picked up and it whipped the back of his coat, making it flap gently. Looking around, he spotted a lone figure by a grave. He noticed the bag she carried. A school girl? Maybe. A slayer? Let's see. Reaching up, Alkane pulled his sunglasses off to reveal golden-tinted crimson red eyes. He tucked the glasses in a front pocket and slowly approached the woman. He stood several feet away, gazing down at a random grave. Then his words came, blunt and to the point, in the voice of young adult who surprisingly held much wisdom in his voice; "Are you a slayer?"

Sheet © Asher From Oblivion