Title: Vienna Ri
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Vienna Ri - June 21, 2008 12:53 AM (GMT)
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<br><font size=4>.THE BRAIN
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<b>Name/Nickname:</b> Zephy, or any variation thereof. <br>
<b>Where did you hear about us?:</b> Jay approached me ages ago about co-admining with her.
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<b>Full Name:</b> Vienna Lynn Ri<br>
<b>Nicknames:</b> 'Enna, Vee, or Gorgeous would do just fine.<br>
<b>Age:</b> Four years old<br>
<b>Breed:</b> Mostly gray wolf, but there's definately some other breed in her blood - perhaps arctic wolf or coyote?<br>
<b>Family:</b> Father: unknown, <i>presumed dead</i>. Mother: Miranda, white in coloration, <i>presumed living</i>. Siblings: Two stillborns in her litter<br>
<b>Appearance:</b> When one thinks of beauty, he sees something entirely subjective. What one man sees as a treasure may be repulsive to another. Vienna is one of the few creatures alive who manages to look at the very least attractive from almost all angles and perspectives. She is proportionately appealing, built in an almost ethereal, fairy-like manner. Her frame is slender, lithe, light, with a waist that rounds inwards to meet curved hips and long, feathered tail. Her legs do not achieve model proportions in length, but they are thin and dainty and feminine appendages all the same. Her face is built much like the rest of her body; her high cheekbones and long, upturned muzzle lend her the appearance of exoticism. Her smile, although rare, is straight-toothed and hundred-watt.
<br> Vienna’s coloration is fairly simple; her entire body is coated with a series of honey-blondes and golds, with no real pattern or markings apparent. Her eyes, although interesting with their almond shape and curled honey lashes, are not especially unusual – just a drab sort of hazel. Her real beauty, however, is due to the shine of persona that peers through her façade. Her eyes, twin deep brown pools, snap with energy; her gait is laden with arrogant pride. Many are beautiful, but only a handful of them flaunt it as obviously – and effectively – as Vienna does. Practice has taught the femme how to sway her hips just so, how to turn her harks and dark, exotic eyes and instantly turn heads as well. This sass, this utter lack of guilt or conscience, has been known to capture more than one heart. But her shallow love has been given only to one; a sad, sad fate for such a rare flower.
<br><b>Personality:</b> Darkness has a way of wrapping its vengeful fingers around even the most delicate of creatures. Vienna had been a wild and vivacious character – controlling her would have been extremely difficult, had Miranda (Vienna’s mother) ever given such a notion a thought. But alas, our copper beauty had been raised with little interference on her mother’s part, a fact that only heightened her unruly ways. Her typical expression is one of quirky smugness, a condescending smirk that leaves many grimacing in distaste. Vienna, however, has always taken such glances to be faces of envy. Envy, her fatal flaw - how ironic that turned out to be. Vienna, aside being known by some for her beauty and others for her arrogance, was known by all for her laugh. Few others possessed such a hearty, musical giggle. Her voice would rise in lilting pleasure, bubbling and sweet and truly adverse to her impossible-to-control nature. It was her laugh, really, that made many turn their heads in pity and remark “There’s some good in her somewhere!” To which the invariable reply would be, “Where?” Such banter (and much more) went on behind Vienna’s back. She saw bits of it, but chose to ignore it with a flip of her pretty head. She was young, daring and desirable – they were just jealous! Surrounded eternally by her foolish male admirers, (leader of which was a quirky yearling by the name of Puck) she would laugh and joke and flirt like a regular O’Hara. <i>Why not?</i> She would reason. <i>You’re only young once. </i>
<br>Since landing herself in The Niche, Vienna's personality has changed very little. Her trademark restless, headstrong arrogance still directs most of her actions; although her laugh has become even scarcer than it was before. With few to flirt with, Vienna's social skills have become severely impaired: where once she was coy, Vienna now slants more towards a jarring, sharp sort of sarcasm that is, in most minds, unbecoming and incongruous with her pretty exterior. Apparently chilly, perpetually cranky and always ready with a condecending or hurtful barb, few find Vienna to be good conversation, much less a good friend. However, it is definate that there is some flicker of light inside her black heart - she is unfailingly loyal to those she loves, and protective to a fault. Ever judgemental and always fickle, Vienna has retained every drop of self-adoration, although her true inner insecurity is much more vunerable now than it ever was: every move is carefully calculated for maximum effect and every word is weighed before chosen. Whereas she once was a social butterfly, Vienna has become a quieter something, a dark, sardonic spook - still beautiful, yes, but twice as dangerous than ever before.
<br><b>Fatal Flaw(s):</b> Vienna is a compilation of a million vices; she feigns arrogance to cover her own insecurities, and thus is both boastful and simultaneously envious of all those who possess true comfort in their own bodies. While she often comes off as cold and aloof, she is very easily angered and slow to forgive. This, and her ridiculous sense of entitlement, led to her biggest mistake: murder.It was arrogance that drove her to assume that Damien loved her back - who couldn't, her reasoning had intoned. And it was the realization that maybe she wasn't "all that" that caused her to snap, and all her wounded pride lash out in the form of a well-aimed but poorly-thought blow.
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<b>History:</b> Vienna had fallen in love with a male by the name of Damien. Damien's brother, Puck, loved her dearly. But Queen 'Enna, (as both Puck and Damien chose to call her) had no time or inclination to humor Puck's pleading and hopeful advances. Time after time she crushed him, for she had eyes only for her handsome older sibling. Ironically, she would have had happiness with the doting Puck - but she threw it away when she threw <i>herself</i> at Damien's feet. Damien played along with the game, although the words "I love you" never passed his lips, and the two never did become mates. However, Vienna was just as enraged as if he had cheated on her when she found Damien with another wolfess, (his secret love) by the name of Taylor. Angry and hurt, Vienna reacted in jealous violence, first killing the bastard pups of Damien and Taylor, then attacking Taylor herself, and finally fleeing before any more damage could be done to her frail heart. She never knew if her blow to Taylor proved as fatal as it had seemed - there had been a lot of blood. She hoped it was; she hoped Taylor had died, prayed that Damien, that devil, that <i>liar</i> who had torn her heart apart was left with nothing - <i>nothing!</i> A huge part of her regretted even thinking these thoights. Vienna awoke then in The Niche.
<br>Since waking in the tunnels, Vienna has changed very little. She is still shallow, still simple, and still self-absorbed. However, she befriended Maya Vechita, who was perhaps the only true friend Vienna had ever had.
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And this is where my post would go?
<br><i>This is the end of a really sad story<br>But don't feel bad for me. <br><s>Alone</s> is how I started<br>And in the end<br></font size><font size=1>that's how i'll be...
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<br><font size=4>.THE BRAIN
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<b>Name/Nickname:</b> Zephy, or any variation thereof. <br>
<b>Where did you hear about us?:</b> Jay approached me ages ago about co-admining with her.
<br><div align=center><img src=http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b161/vintagekitty92/ennadivide.png></div align><div align=left>.THE BEAUTY</font size><br>
<b>Full Name:</b> Vienna Lynn Ri<br>
<b>Nicknames:</b> 'Enna, Vee, or Gorgeous would do just fine.<br>
<b>Age:</b> Four years old<br>
<b>Breed:</b> Mostly gray wolf, but there's definately some other breed in her blood - perhaps arctic wolf or coyote?<br>
<b>Family:</b> Father: unknown, <i>presumed dead</i>. Mother: Miranda, white in coloration, <i>presumed living</i>. Siblings: Two stillborns in her litter<br>
<b>Appearance:</b> When one thinks of beauty, he sees something entirely subjective. What one man sees as a treasure may be repulsive to another. Vienna is one of the few creatures alive who manages to look at the very least attractive from almost all angles and perspectives. She is proportionately appealing, built in an almost ethereal, fairy-like manner. Her frame is slender, lithe, light, with a waist that rounds inwards to meet curved hips and long, feathered tail. Her legs do not achieve model proportions in length, but they are thin and dainty and feminine appendages all the same. Her face is built much like the rest of her body; her high cheekbones and long, upturned muzzle lend her the appearance of exoticism. Her smile, although rare, is straight-toothed and hundred-watt.
<br> Vienna’s coloration is fairly simple; her entire body is coated with a series of honey-blondes and golds, with no real pattern or markings apparent. Her eyes, although interesting with their almond shape and curled honey lashes, are not especially unusual – just a drab sort of hazel. Her real beauty, however, is due to the shine of persona that peers through her façade. Her eyes, twin deep brown pools, snap with energy; her gait is laden with arrogant pride. Many are beautiful, but only a handful of them flaunt it as obviously – and effectively – as Vienna does. Practice has taught the femme how to sway her hips just so, how to turn her harks and dark, exotic eyes and instantly turn heads as well. This sass, this utter lack of guilt or conscience, has been known to capture more than one heart. But her shallow love has been given only to one; a sad, sad fate for such a rare flower.
<br><b>Personality:</b> Darkness has a way of wrapping its vengeful fingers around even the most delicate of creatures. Vienna had been a wild and vivacious character – controlling her would have been extremely difficult, had Miranda (Vienna’s mother) ever given such a notion a thought. But alas, our copper beauty had been raised with little interference on her mother’s part, a fact that only heightened her unruly ways. Her typical expression is one of quirky smugness, a condescending smirk that leaves many grimacing in distaste. Vienna, however, has always taken such glances to be faces of envy. Envy, her fatal flaw - how ironic that turned out to be. Vienna, aside being known by some for her beauty and others for her arrogance, was known by all for her laugh. Few others possessed such a hearty, musical giggle. Her voice would rise in lilting pleasure, bubbling and sweet and truly adverse to her impossible-to-control nature. It was her laugh, really, that made many turn their heads in pity and remark “There’s some good in her somewhere!” To which the invariable reply would be, “Where?” Such banter (and much more) went on behind Vienna’s back. She saw bits of it, but chose to ignore it with a flip of her pretty head. She was young, daring and desirable – they were just jealous! Surrounded eternally by her foolish male admirers, (leader of which was a quirky yearling by the name of Puck) she would laugh and joke and flirt like a regular O’Hara. <i>Why not?</i> She would reason. <i>You’re only young once. </i>
<br>Since landing herself in The Niche, Vienna's personality has changed very little. Her trademark restless, headstrong arrogance still directs most of her actions; although her laugh has become even scarcer than it was before. With few to flirt with, Vienna's social skills have become severely impaired: where once she was coy, Vienna now slants more towards a jarring, sharp sort of sarcasm that is, in most minds, unbecoming and incongruous with her pretty exterior. Apparently chilly, perpetually cranky and always ready with a condecending or hurtful barb, few find Vienna to be good conversation, much less a good friend. However, it is definate that there is some flicker of light inside her black heart - she is unfailingly loyal to those she loves, and protective to a fault. Ever judgemental and always fickle, Vienna has retained every drop of self-adoration, although her true inner insecurity is much more vunerable now than it ever was: every move is carefully calculated for maximum effect and every word is weighed before chosen. Whereas she once was a social butterfly, Vienna has become a quieter something, a dark, sardonic spook - still beautiful, yes, but twice as dangerous than ever before.
<br><b>Fatal Flaw(s):</b> Vienna is a compilation of a million vices; she feigns arrogance to cover her own insecurities, and thus is both boastful and simultaneously envious of all those who possess true comfort in their own bodies. While she often comes off as cold and aloof, she is very easily angered and slow to forgive. This, and her ridiculous sense of entitlement, led to her biggest mistake: murder.It was arrogance that drove her to assume that Damien loved her back - who couldn't, her reasoning had intoned. And it was the realization that maybe she wasn't "all that" that caused her to snap, and all her wounded pride lash out in the form of a well-aimed but poorly-thought blow.
<br>
<b>History:</b> Vienna had fallen in love with a male by the name of Damien. Damien's brother, Puck, loved her dearly. But Queen 'Enna, (as both Puck and Damien chose to call her) had no time or inclination to humor Puck's pleading and hopeful advances. Time after time she crushed him, for she had eyes only for her handsome older sibling. Ironically, she would have had happiness with the doting Puck - but she threw it away when she threw <i>herself</i> at Damien's feet. Damien played along with the game, although the words "I love you" never passed his lips, and the two never did become mates. However, Vienna was just as enraged as if he had cheated on her when she found Damien with another wolfess, (his secret love) by the name of Taylor. Angry and hurt, Vienna reacted in jealous violence, first killing the bastard pups of Damien and Taylor, then attacking Taylor herself, and finally fleeing before any more damage could be done to her frail heart. She never knew if her blow to Taylor proved as fatal as it had seemed - there had been a lot of blood. She hoped it was; she hoped Taylor had died, prayed that Damien, that devil, that <i>liar</i> who had torn her heart apart was left with nothing - <i>nothing!</i> A huge part of her regretted even thinking these thoights. Vienna awoke then in The Niche.
<br>Since waking in the tunnels, Vienna has changed very little. She is still shallow, still simple, and still self-absorbed. However, she befriended Maya Vechita, who was perhaps the only true friend Vienna had ever had.
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And this is where my post would go?
<br><i>This is the end of a really sad story<br>But don't feel bad for me. <br><s>Alone</s> is how I started<br>And in the end<br></font size><font size=1>that's how i'll be...
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Maya Vechita - June 21, 2008 02:06 AM (GMT)
Lovely as always dear. I cannot wait to post with you! <3
Jai - June 22, 2008 02:21 AM (GMT)
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Vienna.
She's so interesting...and wonderful. xD
Always loved her. <3