Norisaina

(A small note, I'm refreshing this character's development as I've gotten away and have been able to really play the character for a while because I've been out of feel with her.)

Her story

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Around the age of 12 Norisaina was ostracized from the village that adopted her. As she was growing up she had a tendancy to eat the other kids and the villagers were understandably not too happy with that. Though what she did next was not quite the same as what she did next. They came at her with pitch forks telling her to leave or else they would killed her. Any sensible person would have left, tail tucked between their legs but Norisaina didn’t. The village chief, the one delivering the message with the full population of the village behind him, had his pitchfork right in Norisaina’s face. She grabbed it right from his hands. With teeth bared she jumped up and shoved it right down his throat. Bisecting him at the mouth straight on down. As his now corpse thudded to the ground Norisaina’s usually bright and beautiful blue and golden eyes, a trait of her wolf pack before they were slaughtered, would be tainted with a deep and dark hue of crimson. She leapt forward and plunged her fist into his wife’s chest, peircing her heart and having its last final few beats at the tips of her claws as it stuck on the outside of her back. A dark and red fluid, the woman’s blood, ran down Norisaina’s arm and soaked into the plain white shirt she wore, staining it permanently. The shock in the chief’s wife’s eyes being her final expression at the obviously now dead woman flumped onto the wolf. She ripped her arm free as 4 of the villages men came down at her with swords that they previously used to protect the village from raiders. The village being in a land that was hostile to anything that didn’t band together with itself. The sharp edges sliced clean through the white snow as Norisaina had jumped up and looked down. Her left eye glowed as the only spell she knew was amplified in power as she held her hands to her side. A ball of hot, burning flame erupted from the young wolf’s hands as she cast the spell straight down where she was, exploding sending her, and the charred corpses of those men flying along with a couple of poor men that only watched the previous event. Norisaina had singed her hair. Her natural cold had chilled the blast, making it a little less effective against her.

Norisaina slid as she landed on the snow. Leaving a small trail. The men of the village steeled themselves before charging at Norisaina carrying weapons makeshift and quality. All of the village was armed with something and Norisaina knew this. Shovels were kept very sharp for a good reason. Norisaina watched them charge straight for her with a lust filling her once innocent eyes. With a loud, spine-chilling laughter Norisaina leapt forth and cast another fireball, hitting the back row of the crowd. Leaving well over a dozen corpes, charred from the flame that expanded into their faces, scorching them before shattering their bones from the impact. Norisairna ran into the crowd and left and right broke arms, slit throats, and peirced hearts until no one was left standing. These people had raised her for the last 6 years. They cast her aside and angered her to the point of breaking. Though they did still have good reason to kill her. She had over the last 6 years one by one eaten the kids of the village until she was caught with the last little child left hanging with his feet from her mouth. The fact they would have let her just go was amazing. Though the young wolf couldn’t recognize that. She loved that village and its people. They turned on her and kicked her to the curb for doing what she needed to do to survive. She was a wolf and couldn’t eat their vegetables and that is mostly what they ate, the harsh turnips that grew once a year.

The blood soaked wolf wandered the now empty village. Devoid of life aside from her. She walked over to the chief’s house and opened up inside. Stealing his specially enchanted coat designed to keep in the cold. Unknown to her that is was intended as a gift to her for her hard work and service to the village. It was designed with her in mind, enchanted to keep the cold in since she generated so much cold as she walked around. Would have helped her travel the world if she chose to. The coat can stretch and keep her cold in like a mini cooler. She took a knife used for gutting seals and would walk out on her way. Hiking through the snow for weeks. She usally go weeks without eating but she was going through puberty at the time. She walked until she reached a gas station

Her porportions

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Height: 5’10” Weight: Cause her tits…234 lbs
Cup-size: Not gonna lie, hard to tell. Her chest is the size of a preteen in the fetal position per tit

Ablities

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Blue eye ablities: Norisaina is an artic wolf and she channels ice based magic. She constantly is freezing the land around her. This is actually a passive ability so it will cause her to freeze the surrounding area if she takes off her coat which does a good job in insulating her from the surrounding heat and keeping her cold away from others. She can cause this to overflow a bit to freeze areas even with her coat on. Just about any other thing that involves her making an ice spear or 2. She hasn’t taken much time work on these skills as she has been on the run.
Golden eye abilities: Norisaina is quite adept in magic. Unknown to her she comes from a family of mages that were quite powerful. Through her life Norisaina has learned to use telekinesis for tasks even her extreme levels of strength can’t handle or just to bring things to her at a range. Even a refugee wolf feels lazy sometimes. Norisaina has practiced and learned a wide variety of fire magic and how to use it outside of combat. Mostly in lighting fires. Though she is good with explosive fireballs and throwing already lit flames into an inferno. This has leveled more than one artic forest in Norisaina’s escape from the artic. Along with that she can teleport when she is out of combat.
Strength Norisaina is a very strong wolf. Capable of ripping a tree up by its roots of up to a 4 foot thickness. After this she starts to struggle but has once lifted a semi-truck that was over filled with product. Flipping it straight over her head. Of course this was so it wouldn’t hit her as she was nearly hit. Though the 2 families that she crushed with it would say that it was not a fair trade.

The poem

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The high moon is full.
Out and about, they prance.
The oxen, the caravans they pull,
The people gather around and dance.
One slips away, one gains appeal.
Clapping loudly they party.
To cheer and jeer, laugh and play.
Letting the night drain away.
In the distance its dark.
In the distance it is cold.
Shadows cast by the merriments and glee.
The night grows old as she steps to the center.
Creeping forth from the night unseen.
A smile on her face.
A cry on theirs. A glisten of her fangs.
A shimmer in her eye.
A quiver in theirs.
A smile on her face.
A twisted fear on theirs.
She approaches in steps counting single.
From her they turn and cry.
An outstretched hand from her.
A wall of hands they show.
A push she feels.
A fear fills them.
The crows gather.
The skeletons rattle.
The skeletons crumble.
Huddled to herself she cries.
Alone again she whines.

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Norisiana looks around herself, alone as those she wanted to help. She wanted to join sunned her. For she was a wolf. She did not belong among them. She didn't belong to her kin. An outcast. Looking merely for love like a wolf would. Trying to find companionship. A wolf always wants its pack. One of the AltsOfTheVoid