Wicka the assassin (Raven)

[Wicka (Raven)]

OOC Information
OOC Name: No Mercy
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General
Name: Wicka
Alias: Raven (You'll see why later.)
Species: Keyiou/Lupus hybrid
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years
Pack: Loner
Rank: n/a

OOC Information
OOC Name: No Mercy
Link to Previous Character: None.

General
Name: Wicka
Alias: None
Species: Keyiou
Gender: Female
Age: 3 Years.
Pack: Loner
Rank: n/a

Physical
Height: Shoulder height; 2 feet 6 inches
Weight: 120 pounds
Appearance: Wicka is all black, with silver paws. She is thinner than the usual keyiou, yet slightly stronger than that of the lupus. She has pretty dark fur, but her wings are so black they seem to absorb the light around them, making them almost invisible in the shadows. There are two kinds of black. There's the black that you can see and feel, the normal black, and then there's the black of nonexistence, of nothingness. That black is what her wings are. But they aren't entirely black. Each feather starts out as silver at the base, but then they gradually turn to that non-reflective black, that never ending inky dark. Her wings are half as small as usual, meaning that she can't fly as well as the usual Keyiou. When Wicka ruffles her wings, they flash with that silver, making them flash momentarily. There is a small spot of white on her chest, along with a grey patch on her underbelly. She moves silently, and if you glanced at her the first time, you probably wouldn't notice a slight hitch in her movement, due to a deep wound in her leg that healed over wrong. Sometimes you might be able to see her scar. Her eyes are multicolored, one blue and one slightly greener. Her voice is smooth and musical, but when she gets angry it turns rough and vicious. Wicka's fur is smooth and soft, but if you try to touch it, you would most likely get your ear torn off. Her face is very beautiful, with her eyes in just the right place and her muzzle just the right length. Her ears are pointed and laid back at a angle that makes her look bored. Her eyes are a mix of expressions, from a smirk to a message reading don't come near me unless you want to be missing your tail for the rest of your life. Wicka is a perfect mix of Beauty with a little evil thrown in. Wicka has one black feather tucked behind one both ears, making her look like she almost has horns.

Mental
Strengths:
*Silent. Wicka can move for hours without making a sound. Her wings ruffle, though, and the sound of her feathers is what might give her away.
*Quick. Wicka needs to be fast, without any second thoughts, to do her job.
*She feels no regret for the lives she takes, making it a breeze for her to "dispatch" one of her targets. She isn't afraid of what will come to her after she dies, for she doesn't believe in hell.
*Manipulative. Wicka can twist her words against you, and she uses her beauty to get what she wants. She also wouldn't mind to put some fear into others' minds. It helps her get her way faster.
*Wicka knows just the right amount of flattery you can put on someone before they begin to trust you. It's a little game she plays with her targets, right before she slits their throats.
*Clever. It's not too much of a bad thing to have a little bit of wickedness on your side.
*Careful. Wicka is always careful to cover up her scent, from walking in rivers to rolling in dirt.
*Wicka isn't afraid of a little challenge. It's what makes her fun.
Weaknesses: \
* Slightly naive. Although Wicka isn't as selfish as she was as a pup, she still needs to look her best, even after coated in blood.
* Obsessed. Wicka has a "thing" for blood. Although you can't sense it at first, you will see her obsession when you notice her squeezing all of the blood out of her prey to drink it.
* Impulsive. Sometimes her sharp tongue can get her in a twist. She needs to keep her temper down.
* Wicka doesn't get mad often, but when she does, make way for the she-devil.
* Wicka actually has little experience fighting head-on with another wolf.
* Wicka naturally avoids those stronger than herself.
* Wicka is jealous of those wolves with a perfect life. To her, it makes her mad, poisoned by envy.
*Torn. Wicka has always wanted to take care of pups, but her job makes her fear that she will be a terrible mother.
Personality: Unlike what you may think, Wicka isn't a cold-hearted killer. Sure, she couldn't care less for any of her targets, because they're dead anyway, in her mind. She puts up a barrier around herself, keeping her personality hidden underneath millions of others. When Wicka is in a good mood, you may see that she has a personality slightly better than usual, but most of the days, she is a dark, wicked wolf who would love nothing more than to ruin your life. She likes to play games with your mind, and tempt you to good fortune, then pull the ground away from under your feet. She'll definitely tell a lost wolf which way to his family, but then lead him the wrong way and push him into a abyss. It is unlikely that Wicka would help a wolf in need, and only if she's in a good mood, she may leave you in a pit instead of filling it in.

But this is just the tip of the iceberg. Deeper in, Wicka is a wolf filled with longing. Pups just make her heart soften. She has always wanted to settle down with a mate and have pups, but it just was so....Difficult for her to invision herself with anyone. She just couldn't find a mate, for she though herself as a widow. She was afraid that she would just hurt her mate...and the pups. Wicka just wants someone who can understand her, a friend. If she ever did acquire someone she cares about, she would be warmer towards this friend, and help him/her out. But she can't find anyone....anyone that can understand who she is and help her, possibly have fun in torturing a few souls. Many times Wicka has envisioned her and someone else, frustrating the mind of some poor soul.

So in a way, Wicka is completely evil, but she's evil with purpose. Wicked wolves need love too.
History: Wicka was a naive selfish young pup. She would spend hours grooming her fur and preening her feathers. Her family lived next to a stream, so most of the time she couldn't see her reflection. Her sisters were all jealous of Wicka's beauty, so they constantly fought with her and picked on her. Wicka was the youngest of the group, and also the smallest, so by the end of the month she had quite a few scratches and bruises.

The family decided to move to a different spot, for the forest was filled with bears. They considered it too dangerous for the pups, and so they moved away, moving past the lake. Wicka, however, caught sight of her reflection in the lake. She stood at the bank, mesmerized. "I am beautiful!" She exclaimed. She marveled at her wings, her eyes, her face, everything. But when the spell was broken, Wicka looked up and her family was gone. They had moved on, not even realizing that their pup had been left behind.

Wicka wandered the land those next few days, living on nothing but grass and the occasional jackalope. Finally she collapsed, exhausted. When she woke she saw a strong Yagi next to her. "Oh. You're up." He said. Wicka stood up. The Yagi gave her food and water. "I'll take care of you." He said. And he did. But there was something off about this stranger. The Yagi trained her hard every day and every night, only letting her rest for sleep and for food. He taught her how to sneak through the forest without a sound, and which spots on a wolf were the best for killing it. Several times Wicka had asked what she was being trained for, but the Yagi wouldn't answer. Wicka lived like this for months.

Wicka had always been bad with her wings. For some reason, she just couldn't get the hang of flying. Every day she beat them against the air, trying to gain flight, but she just couldn't seem to lift off the ground. That was until one frightening night when Wicka had decided to go out to the river for a drink. Wicka had just turned one 1 1/2 years old, and she knew that she could handle herself for a little.

Wicka ran along the stream, and then saw something strange. The Yagi. He seemed to be talking to another wolf. The Yagi stood over him, and seemed to be threatening him with something. The other wolf, a lupus, was cowering down, saying something back. Wicka sensed that he was getting desperate...But why? Then, In a flash, the Yagi snarled and leaped forward, slicing open the other wolf's neck with his fangs. The Yagi stood over the dying wolf, blood on his paws. Wicka whimpered. Murder! She then realized that she probably shouldn't be around. She shouldn't have seen that.

Wicka stepped backward, and her paw broke a stick, making it spit with a snap. The Yagi quickly looked around. Wicka scrambled away and started running.

Run, Wicka! Run as fast as you can! Wicka saw that the Yagi was running after her. She tried to speed up, but her legs still weren't strong enough. Wicka stopped. No! There was a dropdown in front of her. Wicka hastily stepped back from the edge. The Yagi was coming closer. Wicka spread her wings....

And jumped. She closed her eyes, bracing for impact, but it never came. She opened one eye. She was flying! But soon that ended. She panicked and soon started falling, landing in a tree. The Yagi was already there, waiting.

"Well well well. You shouldn't have been spying, Wicka." The Yagi said. He shook his head. "So you know what I am now. Doesn't matter anyway. I'll have you silenced." The Yagi moved closer to her menacingly.

"No! Wait! Don't, please! I'll do anything...Anything!" Wicka pleaded. The Yagi smiled. Suddenly he was right next to her. "Too bad." He whispered.

Wicka closed her eyes. She knew what was coming now. But then suddenly all of that training came back to her. She knew what to do. Wicka suddenly lunged towards him, baring her teeth. Wicka was lucky that time, for she had the element of surprise. But Wicka only grazed his skin. The yagi dodged away, laughing. "Is that the best you can do? Ah, well. About time I've had some fun. A waste, though. You would've made a great assassin." He frowned as he felt blood trickling from a cut she gave him. "You surprised me. That won't happen again." The Yagi smiled again. "You know, I have a secret. I won't need to keep it any longer now that you're going to die." He looked around as if anyone was watching. "You didn't just lose your parents. I killed them. You were the only pup who seemed to have potential." Wicka gasped. It hit her like a blow, but she seemed to collect her mind. She quickly tried to bite his neck. He lunged back, but Wicka had another trick up her sleeve. It was like thousands of memories, pouring from her mind. She remembered exactly what to do.

Wicka moved aside, but moved her wings so that it looked like she was about to take flight. The Yagi jumped up, suspecting to meet her in the air so that he could take her down, but Wicka slid underneath him, raking his belly with her claws. The Yagi snarled and landed. "A little spitfire you are. How dare you?!" The Yagi, now angered by his own stupidity, lunged blindly at her. Wicka ducked.

That simple duck was all she needed. The Yagi flew straight above her, only realizing his mistake when he went over the edge of the cliff. He hung onto the soft dirt. Wicka padded softly over to him. She saw the yagi at her feet, hanging on to a little bit of dirt.

"Oh, dear Wicka. I'm sorry about what happened. I was just angry and confused. Help me up, please, dear Wicka." Wicka shook her head, and moved closer. "You killed my family. You must pay." The yagi laughed. "You wouldn't. You don't have the guts." Wicka didn't awnswer. Instead she moved even closer. "Don't call me Wicka. My name is Raven." He looked up into her eyes. He felt fear. Wicka's eyes were hard and cold, the eyes of a killer. What had he created? In one swift move, she tore her claws across his paws, making him lose his grip.

The Yagi plummeted to his death. Wicka could glimpse, in the cold moonlight, his crumpled body among the rocks. Wicka glided softly down, and when she landed, she took a feather from her wing and lied it softly on his cold body. It was her new signature, her way of saying, Wicka was here.

Wicka flew silently away, finding an abandoned den not too far away. Soon enough she had decided to start her new life, the life of an assassin. It all made sense. She liked it. She liked the blood, the death, the absence of life. She was the raven, the wraith, the one to fear.

A black bird landed on the branch next to her. It looked at her, and towards the direction where the Yagi's body was. Wicka looked at it. She smiled. It was hard to believe that she was only a year and a half now.

Wicka had trained herself further from there on. She lost track of time, and before she knew it, she had turned two years old. That was when she decided to go out into the world. She soon started her assassinations. Hired, or not. If you do hear her name, you will hear Raven instead of Wicka. She never uses her true name.

Wicka soon passed a female wolf with pups. How she desired to have pups! But she knew that would ruin her. It would take away her ability to understand the dark, and leave her with....ugh, sadness and pain. Wicka didn't mind pain as much as sadness, and love and happiness made her want to retch. Wicka had her childhood stolen from her. She would make sure that someone else felt her pain. In the middle of the night, Wicka crept up on the mother and killed her. She felt nothing, but still she felt a pang of sorrow for the pups. She picked them up and deposited them near a friendly female who would take care of them. That was the last kind thing she did.

Wicka felt the shadows take control. She let them. She embraced the shadows. Wicka soon decided to go across the lands, traveling and removing the less....wicked wolves. Of course, she would leave only the darkest of wolves, the truly evil. Wicka was ready to create what would be in her mind, a land of chaos. But she needed someone to help her, someone who could manipulate others. Killing doesn't make shadows take over. It just makes them grow, one death at a time.......

Other: I would have put a picture here, but I can't make a wolf with wings. It's hard enough to put feathers behind Wicka's ears.

[Artemis]

Looks good; can you link me to the purchase thread for the hybrid? c:

[Wicka (Raven)]

wonderwhywolves.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=wonderwhyshop&action=display&thread=13362

Here's the link.

[Moonrose]