Livas Nii

[Lanie]

STAND TALL, HEAD AND SHOULDERS DOWN
THEY DON'T MAKE 'EM LIKE US ANYMORE
•LIVAS•
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YOUR WALLS OF PRIDE ARE ONLY FENCING YOU IN.

[/color][/size] Livas Nii
NICKNAME: Liva
SEX: Female
AGE: Two years, two seasons.
SPECIES: Wolf
TYPE: Mackenzie Valley Timber Wolf
RANK: Rogue, for now. Should she fail to find a pack that suits you, she may take up residency.
POWER: Precognition;
Liva's powers were inherited from her mother, and however rare it was, it made her powers more refined.
As a young child, she was frequented by uncontrollable splinters of images, like most with such powers. But with age, she was able to control them more. By the time she hit her first year, she was able to look at an object or think of a time and call to mind an image of said object's future. It becomes increasingly difficult when she is farther away from the point of interest - who or what she's trying to See, where she's trying to See them, and how far in the future she's looking to See - and in her visions, her senses are dimmed.
That being, if she's trying to See something from the future, she cannot see the present. If she's trying to hear or smell something in her vision, those senses are temporarily obsolete in the present world. Essentially, when she's looking or smelling or hearing in the future, she's nearly defenseless in the present.

Retrocognition;
Tied into her foremost gift, she can see images of the past, as well. She can control this even less; she must be able to see whoever or whatever it is to see its history, and she can rarely see when in the past she's looking at. The same weaknesses fall from the above category, as well.

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YOUR EGO'S BEEN PLAYING GAMES WITH YOUR HEAD.

PERSONALITY: Liva was always sort of go-with-the-flow. As a pup, she always wanted to hang with whatever went, and if that meant following her mother and learning the ways of life from her, that would be just fine with her.
However, due to the complicated history between her and her mother, the self-imposed isolation took a toll on her cheery personality. She still was the bubbly pup underneath, but she would never get the chance to show it. When you were the only one looking out for yourself, you didn't have the chance to be careless.

Now on her own, after leaving her mother and resuming solo life on the move, she's finally been given the opportunity to live. True, times are harder now, but out from her mother's influence, she's been able to flourish and grow her original personality. Occasionally, especially when dealing with her powers, she resumes the icy tone and nonjoking personality that described her in the past.

HISTORY: Born as a single pup - or, at least, she never saw any living littermates - to an loner, Liva never saw her mother as anything more then a crazy, elderly prophet.
But many wolves knew Zephyr Nii, in her younger years.
Her mother never clicked quite well with Liva, or vice versa. From the point where Liva could walk outside of the den, Zephyr would disappear for hours, sometimes days. She would return for half a day with a dead elk and six hours of her time, before setting off again to the unknown places where she went. Sometimes she would stay longer, for Liva to demonstrate what she'd been learning in her mother's absense.
When Liva learned to hunt for herself, Zephyr would be gone for longer and longer times. Liva would roam around their small point of unclaimed land, forever circling it in an endless curiosity of what lay beyond the scented territories.
The land where she lived was incredible, and she could feel it even having been born and raised there. Remnants and ruins of a civilization not wolven crossed through the patch of land - possibly the reason why it was not claimed. Stone pillars rose from deep in the ground, so high that it cast shadows that seemed to swallow the young wolf up, so deep that Liva could dig den feet down and not find the bottom. Strange, domed things made of a white stone of sorts were placed parallel to the ground, creating a hollow, enclosed space and the top filling with water after a rain. Liva came to know these things, as well.
Her mother, though, would have little to do with them. She would go walking through the grounds, silent as a grave, and come back later without sound. There was one thing, however, that Zephyr frequented regularly.
There was a large, filled-in arch of soft, shimmering, gray soapstone lying flat. It was several inches thick and completely flat, annd had hundreds of things scratched into it. Pictures of things she had never seen, yet on seeing the picture she knew what it was of. Words that she did not know, yet when seeing them written they became clear. It smelled of blood and death, yet worn over with years of ceremony that ran so deep that the death was still there, but remained...distant.
Zephyr would spend hours etching into the stone, writing messages that made no sense but still had meaning. Try as she might, Liva could not remember what was written on that stone once she had left. And soon, she started to forget it.

At some point, Zephyr was leaving for a month at a time, and then a whole season. One day, after relishing in the catch of a deer fawn in the earliest days of spring, Liva made her choice and left. She left with a full belly and a final decision, writing a farewell to her mother and then leaving.
Liva ran for the first few days, almost fearing. She often wondered if her mother had come looking for. Sometimes, she knew she didn't want to know the answer. Just like so many other things in her life; who her father was, who had been on 'her' lands before they had, how long would it be until she found any answers to any of her questions...
Indefinite.

But she reached the lands of Kouhai and began new, with a determination to live again.

YOU'RE NOT THE MASTERMIND.

SIRE: Unknown
DAM: Zephyr Nii
KIN: Unknown
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I AM THE PRODUCT OF MY OWN DESIGN.

HEY THERE! MY NAME IS: Lanie
MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE:
Spir, Carger, and Aksha.

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so don't go stealing. it's not cool. and. . . lyrics from Product of my own Design by
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