Aphrodite[{}]Lust Shaman

[[xx].aphrodite]

name: aphrodite;

age: 13 seasons;

gender: femme;

pack: lust;

rank: shaman, if possible;

wolf breed: Gray Wolf; Canis Lupus; Timber Wolf;

short description: attractive long-limbed gray femme with amber eyes;

description: Aphrodite's pale amber eyes are like the page of an open book; all emotion and pain is held in her strong, steady gaze. She can look upon any other pack mate without a flinch. They are speckled white; like a sparkling champaign sea, although softer and more blended near the center;

The fur of Aphrodite is gentle; as if a soft gray powder was brushed over the she-wolf's flank. In some spots, the solid gray blends in perfectly with the white lapping at its color. In others, the gray is speckled all around, showing not where the white or the gray begins or ends;

The she-wolfs face is almost defiant; her cheekbones are the most prominent feature, being beautifully slanted and perfect. Her ears are tipped with a soft fur;

personality: Aphrodite is the colorful character of the pack; her features prove it all. Within her gaze is the power that is coiled up at the bottom of her spine, like a snake ready to strike. A weapon. All in one glance of her eyes. She is easily amused with her pack mates and can be trusted, unlike some wolves she has known. She can be livid at times, and become a gruesome fighter when pushed. She would defend her pack with her life;

history: Aphrodite was born in Lust pack like any other. Although it was twelve or so years ago, not much has changed inside of her. Her appearance changed; but inside she was still the pup she once was. Although she blocked all of the things that had happened in her adolescence. Death. Pain. Restless, angry revenge;

Her mother, the she-wolf that raised her, inspired her and created her, was mercilessly slaughter by a rival wolf. Well, a rival in her eyes. How she wished she could look upon the memory of that wolf leaping upon her dear mother with blood-lust; wishing she has the revenge she needed. She did not even know his name;

Soon after that one life-changing day, love came to Aphrodite. A Vanity-pack male. He was so sweet, so perfect for her. But it did not last. She found him with another she-wolf and relentlessly pursued him until he was self-consciously defeated. Utterly destroyed, he tried to forgive Aphrodite. But the damage had already been done, and she could not forgive him;

Now she spends her days with the Lust-pack, a heart-broken, lust-longing she-wolf with no suitors at all. Or so she thinks...;

rp: Aphrodite sat by the border of Lust and Vanity. Was he out there now, thinking about his lost love...? Wishing that he had stayed with her to the end, raised and borne pups of their own? She shivered with anger and yet, with lust at the sweet memories. So sweet, yet so far from her. It was an unattainable now. Not until she found another;

One thing that she knew for sure; her mother had believed in true love. She knew this when she named her. Aphrodite, the goddess of love. She hadn't used her name as a power before. But there it was, in the open. The meaning of those letters unknown to the average wolf that could see her sitting on that barren hill top, fighting angry battles inside her head;

code word: broken jewel;

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Accepted. Nice biography, and welcome!