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[Zephyra Stark]

The Creation

Name: Zephyra Stark
Nickname: Zep, Phyra, or Stark. To the Dark Lord, she is well known as her first and formal name, as well as the Order of the Phoenix. Although, those whom are part of her “pack” (The Desmodus/Deatheaters) are known to call her by her nickname.
Species:Werewolf.
Gender:Female.
Age & Birthday: October 29th, 1982 (26 Years of Age, Scorpio)
Appearance:


Human:[/u]
By passing glance, one would look upon the cloaked Zephyra only to notice her shadow of a body (in result of her dark attire) and the extreme explosion of blue/green color that is held within her eyes. They almost lure you in, like a small mouse finding a mountain of bleu cheese in the midst of scrounging around for small scraps in a garbage city to keep their bony bodice alive.
Around Zephyra’s eyes lay a rather “V” jaw structure, a tiny and pointed nose, as well as cheekbones that mesh with the construction of the meat upon her face. Her skin is rather smooth, and a tad porcelain. Although with a history of many Werewolf Turnings, she has collected a significant amount of baggage around her eyes from exhaustion, and has learnt to deal with such baggage in a load of dark eye makeup. This eye makeup she has learnt really brings out the color of her eyes two fold. Because of this amazing feat, Zep has made her eye makeup an everyday process, Other than the night that she expectantly turns into her significant animalistic other.

Upon Phyra’s left eye contains a scar that she bears from her past. It stretches from two or three inches on the top of her brow, through her brow, into her eye lid, and continues onto her cheek almost to the nostril. The color is a little dark for a scar, and sometimes still splits from time to time especially during the events of a full moon. This splitting of her scar is a curse of sorts, in remembrance of time that has long been extinct in the depth of her yesteryear.

Stark’s body is extremely thin because of some understandable malnurishment. In her own animalistic mind (and most possibly by the result of Lycanthropy), she would be kidding herself to have a real bite to eat other than the night when she can have as much meat as she pleases. But to keep herself alive, she can go through one piece of roast beef a week. Meat, nothing more. As a brash Werewolf she constantly craves fresh, red meats. These meats are quite known to be especially high in protein and nutrients to keep a dog and human healthy, and is of course known to be a werewolf’s desired diet. The Dark Lord is quite known to starve his faithful hounds in preparation for the full moon ahead. It was affectively proven to him that the hungrier they become, the more driven they are to the kill.



Werewolf:[/u]

There is only a few things to describe about the Distinction of Zephyra in Lycan form. And this is her Black and Tan Tainted fur. Like the hair on her own head (Which is completely natural colors. Its is a result of the ever-changing hormones due to her extreme Lycanthropy.) Instead of sprouting black fur, it is her Black and Blonde fuzz. Usually, the Black is found in the Muzzle and the four paws. The blonde is located everywhere else in her body. The black hair is a tad mixed with her blonde making it look a tad dirty, but unfortunately this still doesn’t help with stealth against the full moon, and the midnight sky.

Also, the Scar on the left side of her eye usually rips open during the change. Blood may be found dripping down on the eye of the werewolf at that time.


Attire:

Zephyra is actually rather fashionable when it come to clothing… For a punk. She is known to dress rather gothic, and to her peers, a little too young and gothic for their liking. Zep is at the age of 26. But looking a little younger for her age (The Hormones as well), she is more than happy to wear younger clothing.

Zep has a taste for dark materials and pants that have some chains and/or metal on them. Usually, she can be found with a dark long sleeved-tee and some bagged black pants. Gloves can be found upon her hands, but plain black ones, with the tips usually cut off the ends. Before turning however, she makes sure she is completely nude for her transformation. It is more comfortable, then having to burst small seams.

House (If applicable):----
Wand: 12 inch Birch, Ashwinder Ash.
Patronus: An Akita.
Boggart: A gigantic Snake.

The Potential

Alignment/Occupation: Death Eater/Werewolf.
Personality:

If you were to happen upon our Lycan friend, how would she react to you? What would she say? What would her expressions be? What would her opinion of you be?

In all honesty, you probably wouldn’t know.

Around those she is not comfortable with, she speaks no words. Nothing. Quiet as a mouse. To Zephyra you would not be worth speaking to. You are not involved in the pack. After all, those whom she is unexplainably uncomfortable with are those who are not a follower to The Dark Lord. The Forces of Shadow are her Pack, Her Family, and her life. If you are not worthy of the pack, you are not worthy of Zephyra.
But those whom are worthy… Zephyra is still known to be a tad quiet. It is mostly in respect of the pack around her, but on certain occasions Zephyra is known for her Rash outbursts.

For instance...
If there was a Death Eater meeting called, and Her Blue-Green Dark Lord was sitting on his lovely throne in Riddle Manor, All of the Death Eaters surrounding him trying to figure out a tactic for the next attack on the poor innocents of the Wizarding and Muggle world, but the Prime Minister had miraculously snapped out of his spell, holding the Wizarding world hostage with Nuclear weapons of mass destruction and such, and everyone is putting their heads together with some idea (because let’s face it. Voldemort needs some brain power, too) She would jump out of the back and yell,

“DAMMIT, LET’S ALL JUST SLAUGHTER THEM ALREADY! RIP OFF THEIR HEADS OR SOMETHING!”

Its not that extreme of a situation, but you get the idea. Inside of Zep lies an impatient little girl. And often the Dark Lord finds it less than amusing.

Skills:
+ Werewolf
+ Expert Protection Spells
+ Expert in Combat

Strengths:
+ Brute Force
+ Extreme Determination
+ “Pack” Devotion

Weaknesses:
+ Snakes, Rodents
+ “Pack” Devotion
+ Brash Outbursts

The Story

History:

It was July 16th, 1992.
Zephyra was ten or so, at the time. That’s one of the only scattered pieces of thought that she could comprehend of this complete fuzzed memory. Her age. Her age, and the mental image of a desk. It was a white wide desk; something you would see in front of a hospital nurse/secretary. And the hue. Everything was a scarlet hue.
Heavy breathing coursed through her lungs at that moment in time. It sounded like a ravage beast.

The outer layer of her skin was pulling back on her cheeks. She could feel her muscles rippling, as it slowly retracted. Phyra wasn’t smiling. She didn’t tell herself to.

An Immense fog flew over her mind in a second. Everything was pitch black.
She was blind.
And in a second, it was gone again.
She could see.

Trees, and brush were whipping with ease. She was flying, yes… flying!
Black again.

It is the earliest memory Phyra can comprehend. Her first full moon, as Werewolf flowed through her veins.

Zephyra Stark was found naked, starved, and incomprehensible to the world around her, on November 3rd, 1992. Almost four months since her first turning. The souls whom found her said that it was a miracle she comprehended to forage her own food, and that she made it out of the pits of the forest at all. “Miracle” they called her at a young age, and taught her the basics. Five males and one female raised Miracle.
Those who found her, were a pack of their own.

Arv, Allen, Claiborne, Kent, Barwick, and Samuel were their names.

Arv was the Alpha female; and her lover was Allen.

Throughout her five years with the pack, they taught ‘Miracle’ that her loss of memory was a cause of something called “Acute Lycanthropy”. Fifteen year old Phyra hadn’t any idea of such a thing. Being naïve, she quickly brushed it off.
Later in Zep’s years, she found that a violent attack of a Werewolf with especially a concentrated venom in a bite can cause “Acute Lycanthropy”. Which is known to mess with the Brain’s functions, thus the outcome of her memory loss that could last in and out for months on end. Other parts of the brain are known to be damaged, too. Phyra was at most lucky to be able to function.

At the time of her leaving the ‘Six Pack’ she jokingly calls it, It was a full moon, and the Alpha Arv was six months pregnant, well past the hormonal stage. And on the night of her changing, a fight ensued.
Zep to this day, still doesn’t know what triggered such a battle between the Alpha female and the then youngest cub.

To make a long story short, paws flew, teeth sunk, and Phyra was driven out of her pack with a scar that trailed down her left eye that since then, every full moon, it rips open because of her healing process as a human.

…And she was then she was captured and taken Voldemort. She sided with him, because he promised her a pack of her own, and comfortable livings. She naturally sided with him, because it is understandable to agree with power.

End.

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