Sephirii

[Shadow♥-San]

{Divinity thy name is} Sephirii
{Young and wild, Old and proud} Five Years Old
{Too colorful to be a boy} She-wolf
{I hold my head high as a} Lone Female
{Skills on the easel of the world}
Molecular manipulation: This ability allows the user to alter the composition of living entities around it. By using this effect it allows the individual to manipulate the flow of molecules within a body, slowing atoms or increasing their speed. It can also be turned on the user for the effects can be deadly. It is very possible to overheat if used excessively.

{Gliding across the universe}

Yes, Sephirii has wings however they are the equivalent to pixie wings in transparency. They lack down and are in the same structure of dragonfly wings, shimmering with a faint rainbow of color. The disadvantage they pose to the female is that use of them requires energy.


{Let's count the colors}
Her coat is definitely not your atypical sequence of colors and that along with her persona makes her hard to forget. Her eyes are one of her favorite features - yes Sephirii can be slightly vain but not egotistical thankfully. Her eyes is a swirling tempest of violet hues ranging from plum to pink and shining around the iris is fainter traces of red.

The base coat of this female is debateable. Where in some cases it may seem to be beige or even white there are other times it appears to be a diluted hue of blue or a controling violet. The contest usually wins out with the blue but still one can never be entirely certain. Regardless, the pigment is a mixture of fawn fur and blue strands that are light and easy on the eyes.

The mingled colors have an intruder, a thicker and more prominet purple that could just as easily be lavender. Again, warranted for discussion on a later date. The patches of violet are most dominant around her neck and sides. Another section along the fringes of her cheeks tinted perfectly cobalt. She also has a very eye-catching strike of black and russet fur that begins at her shoulders and continues on down her flank and ends at her tail base. Just around her upper lips and slightly ascending to the muzzle the hue can be found. Her ears are similar but the color is more likely a strange mixture of mauve and light shades of blue.

Her tail is another striking feature for its dual-colored spectrum. Mixed blues and violets stripe her tail and so the same for her legs as they jump from purple to azure and back. Her underbelly is a bristling white as are her lips and jaw outlined with the blue fringes. She also seems to have a short mohawk centered down her neck, again an attractive violet. It continues down and catchs the section at her the beginning of her ribs and slowly down her spine wih lavender and sky blue tones.

Definitely a very colorful female.


{The prism within}
Sephirii has a mystifying aura about her that silently beckons others to stare and hold their breath in reverence. Noire is a bit of a sadist at heart, though who isn’t to some degree? The pain and conflict of others makes her little world go round and keeps things entertaining for the most part. In some ways it lets her feel useful and gives her mind something to occupy itself with – solving other people’s problems is always easier than untangling her own. She’s a workaholic and sometimes doesn’t know when enough is enough having been raised to keep to everything unless it threatened her life. This being said Sephirii is a very determined wolf to come into contact with. When she decides she wants something she will, more than likely, commit some ruthless acts in her endeavor to obtain it. Whether it is coaxing a wolf to join her parade or crashing someone else’s she’s hardheaded enough not to listen to reason.

Sephirii is also notoriously playful and although it is (typically) the Omega wolf’s duty to ignite play among others, Sephirii is content to do it herself. With her there is never a truly dull moment for she’s as silly as she is pragmatic. She’ll do her best to make others laugh and be at ease when in her presence and isn’t above latching onto the nearest wolf, regardless of what rank or who they are, and trying to get them to play with her. Unlike most who have exited their juvenile years Sephirii is still a whirlwind of energy waiting to be unleashed on the world and all its many creatures. Having suppressed her inner child so long you’d imagine she’d be like this all the time – thankfully not the case. As quickly as she can enter play mode she can exit it and become whatever she needs to be in the next crucial moment.

Paying close attention to detail she’s an expert at reading faces and the moods of others around her which makes it hard to lie to her. She knows the bitterness of a false word from the tasteless tang of truth very well. A natural born leader she has already learned how paranoia can twist the mind and invoke poor judgment. This explains why she often seeks the opinions of others before making a potentially life changing decision. And although she will adamantly protect anyone who has given themselves over to her for protection she is hesitant to kill another sentient being, even merciless killers have a shred of good in them right? With her eyes she can see the physical details but Noire has a knack for smoothing the feathers of the most agitated birds that come her way.

Impossibly calm some of the time there has been events when she can become quite panicky and when this happens she becomes very skittish. She tries to hide it but has never been a good liar, never needed to be, she’s always been a very straightforward kind of gal. When she is afraid she has the tendency to shut down emotionally which can last anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours until she feels secure with herself again.


{My gray faded memories}
The only daughter of who was disputably the most influential alpha in her homeland, Sephirii had all the benefits that came with the position as well as the restrictions. Her mother died shortly after she was born, rumored to be a victim of poisoning. She had done her duty by producing an heir, so there was no longer a need for her, heartless but true regardless. This was the world she was born into and shaped a good deal of whom she became.

Her early childhood was ruled over by an old wolf, educating the young heir as well as teaching her how to conduct herself in what her place in society would be. From a young age, her sharp intelligence was easily seen with her ways to get around them as well as her easy grasp of concepts such as fighting and war plans. Upon seeing and hearing of this, her father was caught between approval and a mild worry that instead of having a daughter he could control, he had a willful female who wanted things done her way. The powerful are often paranoid, always seeing in the shadows others that could take that power from them.

Telling herself that she needed to do better and earn the presence of a female who was always busy with more important matters, Sephirii put herself fully into her learning. This was a cycle that would continue with their relationship into adulthood. The harder Revolt would try, the more distant his father became. It wasn't until she was older that Revolt grasped the idea that her father was afraid of her intellect, or more importantly, what she represented… a changing of the old pack for the new.

Having liked the harmony, Sephirii decisively played coy - abandoning her studies for more simplistic things like playing with the other youngsters of her pack. She was a completely different wolf in the eyes of her pack mates having suddenly gone from steadfast and somewhat stern, to playful and unabashed. It was actually sort of nice and the change in demeanor - or rather unleased inner child, soothed her disconsolate father.

However this was not the end of the strife, you may be able to fool some people some of the time, but never everyone. Her father was that exception. He'd ruled for near ten years and was adamant that she was plotting something despite how the others looked at their frisky princess.

Her father did not agree and swore on his own life that he'd slaughter the lot of them if they didn't run his daughter out. She'd disturb the peace and function of his pack so she was thus disposable - like her mother. Unable to refuse the leader, the pack turned on Sephirii one cruel summer day. She'd never though she'd have to fight her own and Sephirii didn't really try, more so fled from them. But with skilled hunters on her trail she was captured.

She was supposed to have been killed but her pack took pity for she had done nothing wrong. Sephirii had been surprised when the mob that had chased her through her home fell back and she crossed the border relatively unharmed.

Here starts her new life.

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