OoC Name: Sock
Gender: I'm a he-she. Kidding. Sock is female.
Age: Is this really important? -sigh- Nearly 16.
Other Character(s): ...Not that I know of.

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The Marionette
The one who needs to keep her paws filthy

Name: D'sera Iraseco
Age: Two years
Gender: Female
Sire: Sysco Iraseco - (Status: Dead) Sysco was a dark brown wolf with a black face and black legs. He was quite small, I'd actually claim he was medium in size, and had large green eyes, that, despite the beauty, sent chills down your spine. He was ruthless and cold and very mean, and didn't want anything to do with my mother or his children. I know only this much about him and nothing more.
(Hate: 10+++)

Dam: Irabella Iraseco - (Status: Missing) No matter how much I scorn my mother, I can tell why my father chose her to have children with. Her color is that of mine, though even more rich. A beautiful torrent of flame, lighter and more vivid than mine could ever get. She had crystal blue eyes, though her gaze was often disapproving. She wasn't a good mother at all. Her personality was quiet, she was a frail being with brains, but she was like a parasite, a follower. She needed to live off of someone or she wouldn't exist.
(Hate: 10)

Siblings: Madarquin Iraseco (Female) - (Status: Alive) I don't have a problem with Madarquin, despite how much she's like my mother. I am the oldest, and Mads is the second oldest, so we squabble slightly but I don't exactly have a problem with her. She looks like my father it is told. I don't know where she is now, but I'm not caring much at the moment.
(Hate: 3)

Durano Iraseco (Male) Durano disappeared as a young wolf. We presume him dead.
(Hate: 0)

Rurin Iraseco (Male) (Status: Missing) I loved Rurin. He was my favorite out of all my siblings. He was pure white, which was puzzling to us all, but he was the only white pup of the litter. His eyes were a dazzling blue, and he was very handsome the last time I saw him. He's the most evil out of all of us. For now.
(Hate: 0)

Pack: Unknown, yet. Will decide after accepted.
Rank: ---

Mate: She has taken one lover but he died mysteriously.
Offspring: Psh. Not a chance.

Appearance:

I'm going to break it down into four sections to make it easy.

First off, the eyes. Beautiful, vivid blue crystals lodged in the petite head of the female, nearly always smoldering despite it's cool color. Starting off at the outer edged of the iris and heading toward the pupil, the color of the eye is nearly a navy, heading inward and going up the blue scale to a darkish cyan, heading back toward the midnights as they go toward the pupil. The pupil color and the dark blue fade together, it seems a dark abyss is located within that hard and stony gaze. Her gaze always holds scorn, and is also always a disapproving glare, despite her mood. The pupil is often pin-pointed, but that's in extreme fits of anger, which don't exactly come often, but this, my dear readers, is getting off track and straying into personality. Next topic!

Now, starting off with the face. She has a glistening, wet black nose which shows health. Starting back from the nose is a creamy white color, they sprears all the way to nearly her eyes. The bottom of her jaw is dark brown, which leads to the sharp, blood-stained fangs that shows either she's taken many lives or gotten into many battles, whether it's prey or wolf. Continuing on, a nice, dark tan starts up near her eyes, enveloping them, then coming back to the top of the head, where a dark brown starts up. It lightens at her ears and her throat is a creamy tan, and this nearly brindled pattern continues back over her hackles. Not, it lightens out at her stomach and her legs are pure white, but her back is saddled in a color that reminds my, the roleplayer, of chocolate. Her tail is different colors that are mentioned above.

As for her build, she's thicker than most females, yet she's tall and her legs are slender and long which adds to the illusion that she's thin. Put next to an average female, D'sera looks big, though alone, she looks quite small. Her fur is thick and soft, however she despises being called 'fluffy' because that's a term used for pansies. She's not at all fluffy, but layers upon layers of fur defies her wishes and causes that illusion. Her tail is long and 'fluffy' as well, and curles ever o slightly when she holds it up, suggesting domestic dog, though it is not true.

To sum it up, D'sera is beautiful, it's true. Her eyes are a lovely blue, though indeed fiery, yet cold and mistrusting. She's got a strange and complex pattern of fur which consists of browns, tans, creams and whites, and sometimes a bit of crimson when the sun hits it right. And she's pretty big, considering the size of the average female wolf of today, with long, slender legs and a thick torso.

Personality:

Aha. Personality. I don't even know where to get started.

Well, first, though you wouldn't expect it, D'sera is both respectful and quiet. She does as she's told, and does it well. When told to stay, she'd stay. When told to sit and wait, she'll do it. Now, don't get the wrong idea, she's not like a dog or anything, but her mother's personality rubbed off slightly. She can be respectful, at least once she knows a wolf. She's attentive and a listener, and is exceptional at hunting because she heeds commands and remembers them well.

Now, that was the kinda normal side of D'sera. Here comes what she's famous for. To start off, she's mean and cruel, and tends to give the cold shoulder to anyone she dosen't like. She dosen't like many wolves, mind. She tends to be a bit anti-social, and dosen't like the company of others, only, really, her siblings. Come to think of it, she dosen't hold a great deal of love for her siblings, either.

She's very mistrusting, though there's no reason why, other than her father told her when she was a young thing not to trust, and I guess D'sera took it closely because she clung to it. She dosen't open up to anyone, male or female, friend of family, until they are very close, which, chances are, will not happen. She's secretive and often considered sneaky and secrative, and even spy-like, because she's so quiet and withdrawn.

D'sera also tells it like it is. At times she can be very blunt, and tells you the facts, even if they're obvious. However, this is very rare, because talking dosen't come easy. Also, sarcasm is a trait she cannot control. This flies from her mouth, and cannot stop it. An unending trait that has comne familiar and entwined.

Finally, D'sera is decietful and manipulative. She would stab anyone in the back if it works out to her advantage, and plots often. She is deviant and quite intelligent, plotting and plotting away, and, as mentioned before, she will stab anyone in the back to get what she wants. She dosen't like when things don't go her way.

History: I'm going to let Sock tell you a bit about my parents and a few months of my life, then I'll take over.

Well, as you know, Sysco and Irabella were not mates, they were lovers. It was a lovely Spring night when it happened, the joining of two organs that screamed life. Anyway, when the pups were born, Sysco was nowhere to be found. Irabella gave birth alone, and it was a tough birth, believe me. It got to the point Irabella literally had to shout out with pain. The sad part is, no one was there to reassure her. Anyway, she gave birth to four pups, and this began the life of the tyrants.

Now, the first month of D'sera's life, they were a nice and friendly family. Nothing very exciting...but...

...This is where I take over. The second month of our life dear old daddy returned. He came with a bitter face and little words, assisted in raising us for about two whole weeks, rubbed off on us majorly by personality, and left. Want to know what I think of my father? He's a freaking bum.

Then stupid Durano disappeared, never to be seen again. Not important, anyway. Moving on to the third month, mommy dearest had us on the move. She made us move from pack to pack, we used to call her nomadic mother because that's all she did. All we did from that time was learn how to survive. Well, by six months, mommy dearest abandoned us. Stranded and alone, we, the MIGHTY Iraseco's, survived. Well, our attitudes morphed because we were alone, hate started to fill in our blood and the competition for survival was on. Instinct told us every wolf for himself. So, we parted ways.

Nothing happened much in this next year of life. I hid in many different packlands and even once joined a pack as a subordinate. Now, I'm here. Are you ready for me?

RP Example: I don't think Siddia knew these lands. Her ears were back against her neck, her eerie golden brown eyes gazing around warily. She was on edge, which was unusual because she usually didn't worry. But she wasn't sure exactly where she was, and, due to this fact, she didn't know any packs around here, local. Though she had a feeling that she was near KiTS, which meant they were close by. She scowled. She didn't exactly like Korima and his...young. Amirok taught her, as he did her siblings, to hate them because Korima was cruel to Amirok or something. She couldn't quite recall what the exact reason was, some jealousy hogwash. She didn't exactly hate them, but she was brought up to dislike them, hate them, but she just had a strong...dislike, that was built up by her father who tried to build her of pure hatred. Well, it didn't exactly work, however Siddia wasn't exactly the happiest wolf of the bunch. As she walked, her claws dug into the green and yellow grasses and ripped them up with subtle anger. Siddia was lost. Just admit it. But she knew KiTS was here. How fortunate of her, to find and follow the pack whom she was raised to hate. The brownish white female let her thoughts stray to K'Sune, Retria, Hasin, Liren, and Ziniox. Where were they right now? She didn't know, and, at the moment, she wasn't really caring, but her siblings were a few of the very few wolves she actually didn't despise and harbored some love for.

Her narrowed eyes took in a form. He was far away, distant, a speck on the horizon. He was obviously young, probably the same age as herself, judging by his quickened steps. And he was closing in on her, closer and closer he came. She growled and mumbled a vulgar sentence to herself before widening her eyes. No, he was older than her, he had some grays around his muzzle. His eyes were narrowed on her, and he licked his lips while approaching. She just watched as he drew to a hal, ears up, eyes alaze with anger. And then, he spoke to her, his voice nearly cooing. "Hey there, lovely. Why don't you just come over here and tell me your name?" Siddia's jaw nearly dropped, and then, she nearly busted out laughing, but she kept her cool and allowed her voice to slither from between her lips. "Why don't you just get a life, you old man?" Siddia was lost, confused, and not exactly happy, so, this wolf was the last thing she needed. But he retorted, his narrowed honey-colored eyes narrowed upon her thick form. "My age is four years, my darling. I've still got it in these old hips. And I may be taken, I love my mate, Cora, dearly, but that dosen't mean an Alpha can't make a few...outside litters..." Siddia nearly gagged, here, and she rolled her eyes and walked away. "Bitch, don't turn your back on me."

Oh. Hell. No. Did he just call me a bitch!? These thoughts flew through her mind and she curled back her lips and turned. "Why don't you just slither back into your mother's womb you flaming faggot?" This must have pissed the black male off, because he leapt toward her and tackled her before she had a chance to offend herself. His fangs were flying everywhere, but Siddia had no choice. She couldn't just sit back and watch. She had to defend herself, or he'd kill her. She growled and let her fangs fly upward. She must have grabbed his face, because he jumped back, yelping and pawing at his face. She flipped back, savoring the taste of blood on her tongue. Mmm. One of the very few times this happened, but it was so worth it. "Listen, you little bad boy. You slither back to your bitchy little mate, because I'm not giving you any action. Or...maybe, I shall." With that, she flew forward and attacked everything, tearing, ripping. He teared back, fighting her to the fullest extent. He was a worthy opponent, but she was more so, which is why she began to overpower him.

When she finished, he fell to the floor, unconcious, but she thought he was dead. She bent down, and whispered in his ear, "Sleep, little baby, while a Nukemo takes over the throne." And then she left, without another word, leaving a bloodbath in her wake.

Siddia Nukemo is from KITS, as is VAIN Secre. And K'Sune, Retria, Hasin, Liren, and Ziniox. DO NOT TAKE THESE NAMES