Elowen
traveler of The wilds
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"She wasn't just pretty. She was otherworldly, and vaguely threatening." Elowen is the stormcloud amidst Sunbeam siblings. Her skin is the pale alabaster of the full moon, her lips the ruddy color of blood. Often, there is no color on her cheeks, but the paleness betrays any flash of emotions rushing to her cheeks in a harsh pink. Her hair is often a wild mess of onyx curls that fall to her waist. Some days, she is willing to pin it nicely, others she lets it run wild. From beneath dark brows are the only gold her lineage granted her, pale golden eyes peering out scornfully at the world. Her features are the delicate refinement of a mother who was meant to be a priestess. Fine bones and frail skin. Sharp cheekbones and lips all too ready to frown. "Ignore my terrifying claws
and embrace me tenderly." Callous | Alouf | Inquisitive | Quiet | Guarded Heart | Loyal
Elowen was born to a big family with many loud voices. It took her quite some time to find her own, and when she spoke, it was often in whispers. When met with the boisterous love of her family, she turned a gentle shoulder and smiled, but she never fully joined in. Often, Elowen could be found within the confines of the great library of her home. Her nose was so often stuck in a book that she could often lose where she began, and the fantasy ended. She was a child who loved make-believe and learning about the magic around her. She is often lost in her own thoughts. In a family of light weavers, Elowen found the shadows as her comfort. She took to them like a moth to flame and embraced them. She lets the darkness of the world whisper to her but is never consumed by it. She lives in a comfortable teetering between light and dark. With her wolf blood, Elowen has become more reclusive. She hates the feral hunger that takes over her, but there is much of her that clings to the wild joy of raised hackles and bared teeth. "The wolf inside is breaking free."
She is the shadow born to the family of light. A quiet child brought up with so much love. Despite the noise and clamor of a filled house, Elowen was always whispering, fighting for her words to be heard. Yet, she never felt shut out or not listened to. Often, she would sneak away and hide within her family's library. There she would find tall tales and stories of adventure where she fell in love with make-believe. It was that inquisitive mind that led her to find a great tome within the library which outlined something taboo, the book of death called to her and soon she found it consumed her thoughts entirely. Dark magic became her calling in a family of light bringers, creating more diversity between them. Her family was lost to their past, though. Forced to leave their nation under the guise of night as the kingdom crumbled beneath the weight of a tyrant. They left to live a quieter life. An old farmhouse with cows and just enough crops for the family. It was a good life after the chaos that had taken them. No one had anticipated the dark entity lurking beyond their home as the young girl ventured on one of her many trips to collect moss and mushrooms. But the darkness swooped down upon her and dug poisoned teeth into her skin. The fever hit first, and then the horrible change. And soon, she was no longer a girl at all but a terrible snarling wolf. Elowen's family helped to guide her through the worst of the shifting, but it was a turning point for the girl. She delved deeper into the darkness of the world and let the wolf take her. As she traveled further and further from home, her magic began to seep from her bones. Leaving her without the shadows and only with the beast. |