'Gift', 'Peace' || 'King's Village', ' King's Field'
βWelcome to the story that is my life. It's no fairy tale, but I'm happy enough. I never was the 'princess' type, anyhow.β
βWelcome to the story that is my life. It's no fairy tale, but I'm happy enough. I never was the 'princess' type, anyhow.β
β Theme
Make A Move - Icon For Hire
Starstrukk - 3OH!3
Awolnation - Sail
Rihanna - Pon De Replay
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger - Daft Punk
Fall Out Boy - Dance, Dance
The Wanted - Chasing The Sun
Imagine Dragons - Ready Aim Fire
My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark - Fall Out Boy
βOn broken wings, one learns to soar high above the clouds, unafraid of falling. We surpass that fear once we reach a height that even we cannot deny gives us euphoria.β
βNicknamesβ
| Jinx | Ches or Cheshire | Kitten | Rose | Ro |
βAgeβ
| 16 |
βGenderβ
| Female |
βSexualityβ
| Bisexual |
βRoleβ
| Guard of the Foalan Pack |
βFace Claimβ
| Disa Braun |
βRelationship Statusβ
| Single / Mateless |
βPast Occupationβ
| Rouge / Did odd jobs (was part of a circus briefly, did some modeling, worked in a restaurant, etc) |
βZodiac Signβ
| Leo |
βWhat you see on the outside is not a mirrored reflection. It is merely a mask, a facade, that covers up all of our imperfections, the ugly that no one wants to see. Tear apart this skin, this body, and, perhaps, you may find the beauty you were searching for.β
βHair Colorβ
Originally a lovely shade of wheat blonde, Shiloh has actually coloured her spun gold locks to a bright turquoise. However, integrated into the unnatural color are varying shades and hues of aquas and teals, black roots and peekaboo accompanying the cool tones to add depth.
βEye Colorβ
Her eyes. Perhaps one of her most alluring traits, Shiloh holds an infinite pride in them. Naturally hued by an indescribable mix of forest greens, sky blues, stormy grays, and molten golds, one only has to take a quick glance at them to be caught in their pull. Absolutely gorgeous. In regards to their shape, the orbs are beautifully large, akin to a doe's, framed by a thick curtain of dark lashes...a masterpiece that strikes one as other-wordly, supernatural.
βSkin Toneβ
This particular skin tone rivals any perceived notions about werewolves being tanned.. in fact, Shiloh is far from that. Tying into the key element of being a doll, Shiloh's hue is of a luminescent porcelain, not a single rash pigmentation (save for the occasional opaque hint of rose gracing her cheeks) marring the smooth surface. Constantly flawless and blemish free, her skin is often a topic of envy among other females, each one colouring with jealousy at it's perfection...but, in all honesty, Shiloh hates it. The paleness seems to further alienate her from the other pack members and humans, the glow of it further enforcing the idea of her origin being of something far more ethereal than the humble werewolf.
βBuildβ
Shiloh, in all actuality, isn't of very intimidating stature. Barely reaching 5 feet and an inch, this girl, unfortunately, is far smaller and petite than the others of her gender and age. As such, she is often branded as "Doll" or "fun-sized" by strangers....and part of her can't help but agree with such statements. It also doesn't help that the harsh truth of being tiny is only amplified when taking in her weight; a mere 94 pounds. Yet, despite the odds piled against her, there is some retaining grace that both genders can readily agree on; Shiloh's appearance is both seductive and innocent. With such proportions, this werewolf's elfin physique is naturally fixed to hold a perfect hourglass form, each curve bended softly and ideal to society's image. Blessed with a high metabolism, there exists little room to worry about gaining weight or not fitting into that 'style of clothing', her stomach being nipped further in to flaunt her hips, both her arms and legs perfectly trimmed and toned....not to mention her well-endowed bust and delicately shaped hands and feet. Indeed, Shiloh's body was one made to kill and seduce.
βBody Modificationsβ
Piercings || Shiloh has a simple septum nose ring in faux silver, a simple stud connected to a chained cuff on her left ear (both are in gold), and a belly button ring in the design of a dream catcher.
Tattoos || Her most beloved tattoo, a picture of the Cheshire Cat on the right side of her neck, is a 'namesake' marking. However, while she mainly flashes the mischievous cat, Shiloh does have a few other forms of expression via ink: A birdcage on a branch extending from the base of her neck to her right shoulder blade, a silver and black crescent moon design on the top of her left foot, the Triforce on her right hip, and finally, Shiloh has 'Curiouser and Curiouser' scrawled on the inside of her left wrist.
Scars || Over the years, Shiloh has acquired numerous scars..what else is to be expected from a Rouge? The most severe would have to be a bite mark on the left side of her stomach in the shape of a wolf's jaws. Originally, she had gained this flaw in her wolf form during a fight and it just never fully healed when she transformed back. The second most severe would be a scar running from her left knee in a downward spiral to her left ankle, wrapping fully around the calf. When she was on the run, her wolf had gotten tangled in barbed wire in her haste and, just like the bite mark, it never completely closed. Aside from those two, Shiloh has some minor white lines crisscrossing her back, legs, arms and neck from various scuffs in the past.
Once more, rivaling the stereotypical representation of a werewolf, Shiloh's other form is far from nightmare described in fairytales. Instead of matted fur caked with mud and other woodland debris, this werewolf does her best to keep the luscious coat as silky and smooth as possible. The second skin's fur is of medium length, soft as down to the touch, with the color of virgin snow. Pure white, the embodiment of innocence.. that is, when it isn't stained with blood.
βEye Colorβ
Unique in her species, Shiloh has retained those abnormally beautiful eyes in her second form. The minor change? More of the molten gold is present, that forest green just ever-so-slightly suppressed by the brilliance.
βBuildβ
You guessed it.. Shiloh also kept her stature in this form. Barely reaching 2 ft and 9 inches at the shoulder, Ches is ridiculously tiny for a wolf...even smaller for a werewolf. In fact, there have been times where hunters had almost mistaken her for an abnormally large fox!
βIf the world cannot accept me as I am, how can you expect me to accept the world as it is? I will not change merely because someone commands it of me nor because they do not like who I am.β
βPotential Interestβ
None at the current moment
βSkillsβ
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Tailoring || For some odd reason, Shiloh is exceptional when it comes to tailoring and sewing. Whatever it may be, from fixing a hole in fabric to crafting a whole new outfit, this girl is definitely one to go to for fashion advice and a wardrobe update.
β Chef || A natural talent that many do not know exists, Shiloh is rather handy in the kitchen. Armed with a knife and a pot, this woman's food never fails to impress and captivate.
β Selective Eidetic Memory || Perhaps her most useful skill, Shiloh possesses a 'selective photographic memory'. In a matter of seconds, imposing text blocks ingrain their way into her mind, languages a natural occurrence to her (Shiloh fluently speaks Russian, Japanese, Korean, English, German and Italian), the memorization of combinations and passwords the equivalent to counting to 3.
βAbilitiesβ
- β Hand-to-Hand Combatant || Thanks to her past and the effort she put behind this skill via martial arts, Shiloh is quite well-trained in terms of fighting in hand to hand combat. Of course, that doesn't mean she likes to use this technique of fighting..she prefers more fun ways of confrontation.
β Herbalist || Often frowned upon and snubbed, this is, by far, Shiloh's most looked over ability..and, trust me, overlooking something as important as this isn't the smartest thing to do. Frighteningly enough, apart from the edible foraging she does, this devoted guard holds a vast knowledge of poisons. Be it the process in creating them, their antidotes, what they do to the human body, etc, Shiloh knows it all.. and trust me, she's not one to invite over to an enemy's dinner party.
β Agility || This ability includes a rather jaw-dropping array of parkour techniques and a rather remarkable display of gymnastics. In fact, Shiloh's body, at times, seems to be made of water or rubber in terms of it's elasticity.
β Pressure Points || Not having vast amounts of strength can be pretty sucky.. which is why Shiloh has divulged her time in studying the varying pressure points scattered about in the human body. If worst comes to and she has to resort to drastic measures, at least she can temporarily numb a person or make them pass out by a precise jab at a nerve.
βI was once asked, "How can anybody live in a world that is so cruel?". It puzzled me, confused me. After all, how could I respond when the question held truth? A world that is constantly demanding to know why you exist, constantly making you lose control to your fears, should be unbearable. But then it finally came to me; "Because, on the flip side of it's cruelty, it is beautiful".β
βOtherβ
Shiloh has an extremely neutral take on Humans. Seeing as she both worked with them and lived with them, she doesn't really find their existence to be annoying or troublesome.. ok.. maybe a few are like that.
βHabitsβ
- β First Thought || Whatever pops into Shiloh's mind,no matter how idiotic or harsh it is, she instantly says it.. which, more likely than not, she ends up regretting.
β Quirky Expressions || As you get to know this free-spirited young woman, you will soon realize how many different quirky expressions, hilarious sayings, and odd gestures she has.
β Blank Stare || Unnerving to most, when Shiloh is first introduced to someone, she will often send them a blank stare. Of course, this doesn't mean she is daft or anything akin to the trait..she is just sizing you up, analyzing your every move and action..
β Day-dreaming || The polite term used for zoning out; day-dreaming. Shiloh has a tendency to zone out..sometimes, just randomly.Of course, it is not on purpose that she does this, however.. let's just say that there are times when something will weigh heavily on her mind and she'll tend to lose herself to her thoughts. As a result, she will typically run into various objects in her thought-induced stupor or trip in mid-air.
β Lip Biting || When thinking deeply about something or struck with boredom, Shiloh will chew on her lower lip. Sometimes, this habit is done aggressively and she has been known to draw blood.. but, most of the times, she doesn't even realize she is doing this until she tastes the metallic iron.
β Twitch || || When annoyed or offended, Shiloh's right eyebrow will give a small twitch to declare such aggravation outwards. Of course, soon following the motion, a punch or a swift kick delivered to the knee may be nearing after that tell-tale sign, so beware. (Very rarely will an embarrassed blush accompany the expression).
- α¦ Sweet Foods and Snacks || The quickest way to her heart, just provide Ches with something sweet and she'll be stuck to you like glue.
α¦ Cooking || It's one of the many ways that Shiloh chooses to calm herself down. Be it through modifying recipes or starting completely from scratch, the kitchen is definitely one of her comfort zones.
α¦ Alice in Wonderland || By far her favorite series/fandom in the world, Shiloh has bonded with this novel far beyond what is normal. Due to this, many have actually taken to calling her 'Ches' or 'Cheshire', the namesake of her favorite character.
α¦ Expensive Tea || Expensive tea is one of the many profound loves that Ches has...in fact, she can't focus without a cup in the morning and a cup before bed.
α¦ Gambling || Not exactly the world's healthiest habit, Shiloh has actually become quite partial to the idea of bets. And it shows.. this girl can literally win any challenge thrown her way.
α¦ Parties || Living for thrills is what Shiloh does best..and what better way to do that than to go to a high school party and let loose? There, she can flirt, get drunk and hook up without any guilt or judgement. And the best part; the next day, she can wake up and continue on with her normal life.
α¦ "Nerdom" || A rather large pop-culture nerd, Shiloh's heaven is a mixture between a comic book store, a library and a high-end arcade. Be it from comic books, video games, movies, anime, manga, even music, this girl is the embodiment of a walking encyclopedia. Literally, she has only met one other person in her life who could trump her knowledge.
α¦ Dying her Hair || Just taking a look at the progression of her life, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that Shiloh adores dying her hair in a myriad of different colors.
α¦ Her Pack || They took in a rouge without really any questions. A dangerous rouge with a terrifying array of abilities, mind you. Of course Shiloh is going to adore and protect them!
α¦ Freedom || To Ches, almost nothing is better than being in control of what she wants to do, where she wants to go at that moment.. and trust me, she'll fight tooth and nail to get this leisure back if someone steals it.
α¦ Cloudy or Rainy days || Sun and pale skin never mix well.. especially so when that said-person has light sensitive eyes.
βDislikesβ
- β Spicy foods || By far the easiest way to get on Shiloh's target list. Just..don't.
β Being told not to eat in class || Hardwired with the urge to constantly snack, it's her worst nightmare come true. Mind you, she typically breaks this rule anyways.
β Cheap tea || ....
β Higher-ups || This applies to really anything that interferes with her fun..namely being the teachers, the law, and yes, (as much as she adores her), her Alpha.
β Sun Exposure || Literally, all she has to do is be out in the sun for a matter of a few minutes before being burnt to a crisp.
β Crappy Graphics in Video Games || Loving the high-tech side of virtual reality, Shiloh can't help but detest low quality graphics in any and all games she partakes in.. be them platforms or consoles.
β Being Tied Down|| Continually struck with wanderlust, Ches is opposed and defensive when the idea of having to settle down comes up. Instant refusal is what the inquirer receives, a "Why would I ever get married?" typically being the closing rhetorical question.
β Being Viewed as a "Girl" || Seeing as how much she likes being part of the guys, this is, possibly, the biggest insult to Ches. Yes, she likes sex..but when gender roles became implanted, that's when her fun (as well as others) are put to a grinding halt.
β Swimming || Since she never learned how to swim, it is only natural that Shiloh would hate it.
β Rap Music || ....
βWeaknessesβ
- β― Mobile Transportation || Be it through ships, cars, airplanes or even horses. Any mobile transportation has Shiloh feeling sick to her stomach and on the ground.
β― Compliance || Disobedient, at times, is a mild word for her behavior towards certain demands and orders. 'Stubborn as a mule' was pretty much invented for her.
β― Independence || Still holding onto this 'I'm-seperate-from-the-world' mentality, Shiloh isn't one to ask for help or follow societal norms..even if she sorely needs to.
β― Swimming || Considering she never learned....
β― Rage || If someone ticks her off, that does it. Without hesitation, Shiloh will go into a lapse of anger, any object within reach a potential tool to make her victim feel pain. When this occurs, it's hard to make her calm down until she fumes for a bit.
β― Sheer Strength || Being a woman, no matter how much she has trained, Ches will always be under men in terms of strength. And, unfortunately, it shows..especially when fighting with others.
βIn order to accept others and become 'friends', one has to welcome their own flaws and accept who they are first.β
βPersonalityβ
Withdrawn | Inquisitive | Blunt | Unique
Shiloh is definitely the type of kindred spirit who keeps her hauntings under lock-and-key and the past where it should be kept; a book. Not wanting to focus on herself or past, this girl instead tends to redirect the attention onto her friends and duties..almost a tad bit too excessively mind you. And as such, she is typically described as a caring and selfless person who charitably jumps to other's rescue, and will, without hesitation, exert herself to be of their protection. Keeping this in mind, Shiloh does tend to go overboard which results in, more often than not, putting herself in danger's way to protect those she cares about.. she'll even go to the length of shielding someone from a bullet or others if it comes to it. This has caused her to be known as being extraordinary reckless on occasions, and, often in turn, results in having others be worried out of their minds for her well being. However; despite the constant trouble she's in, Ches truly means everything she does, an earnest soul. When performing a task, no matter what it is, this girl will always put forth the greatest display of effort possible, always believing that hard work will pay off (and more often than not it has for her) in the end.
As a young woman, Ches typically doesn't allow things to bother her much as they normally should and will, more likely than not, shrug whatever it is off. The idea or event would have to be really infuriating for her to snap and figuratively assault the person...and when that occurs,you can be assured that this grudge-holder won't talk to you for months at time. Blunt to a fault, this teenager can also have a bit of a temper should someone ever get on her bad side...and isn't afraid to say so if this occurs. Despite this urge,however, if she is extremely close to the person who has upset her, she will bite her tongue and let them get away with it. It is to some people's confusion though that this girl will be, at one moment, calm and composed then in another, fierce and without bounds..so, as such, she takes great care to work on lengthening her patience (which seems to be infinite unless under certain circumstances) to guard others against her biting words. Tying into her patience is quite another strong key point in Shiloh; a perfectionist with a seemingly endless capacity for improving upon anything that takes her interest. Never before has anyone ever laid eyes upon a human being so fixated on perfecting whatever they want, nor any human being having a big as a will as she has. Once Shiloh Rose Quinn has decided on something; her mind will never be changed. No. Matter. What. Even if she is forced to do something, she'll never bend her morals or principles to suit the other person, and will often be found retaliating in every manner possible.
On a general note, Shiloh has a rather likable and optimistic nature when she is feeling lively and often likes to tease people...namely her friends. Whether it's about their crush on someone or about a certain aspect of their appearance they like or dislike, she loves to playfully take a jab at them and accept said retaliations with jovial heartiness. Of course she does it with care as to not upset them.. however; there are times where she can't help herself. Though that's not to say she is without grace, without manners. Ches does retain some social etiquette when it comes to her elders or the persons she views as being "higher-up" and will often act more reserved when this occurs.
βMemories are odd little things, aren't they? Much like fleeting dreams.. They appear so vividly, so wondrously, that, when they pass, it's as if they never appeared at all.β
βFamilyβ
Haven Eider|| Mother || Alpha's Daughter || unknown
Miles Kingston || Father || Omega of the Eider Pack || deceased
βHistoryβ
"So.. you wanna know about my history..? Well.. do you have time? An hour or two would work..
Anyways, as I mentioned earlier, I'm a Rouge. A supposed 'traitor' without a pack, family, a person who shouldn't be trusted under any circumstance etc etc..But, can I just say that this is all my parent's fault here? I mean..did my dad really not know that something bad would happen if he, an Omega, mated with the Alpha's daughter?! Idiot I swear.. but.. I guess for you to fully understand, I need to go further back, don't I? Originally speaking, my wolf lineage is of the Eider pack, a rather powerful convent ruling over the snowy wilderness of Alaska. Ask any wolf and they'll say the same thing about them; cruel. But then again, what can you expect from people who willingly live in a frozen Hell that is either constantly dark or constantly sunny? I thought it would be a given that they would be kinda bitter.. but anyways. Like I said earlier, my father, Miles Kingston, was an Omega of this pack.. mind you, a powerful one but still an Omega nonetheless. My mother, on the other hand, was the proud and only daughter of the Eider Alpha; Haven Eider. So you know Romeo and Juliet? Yeah, that basically occurred in real life... a one-sided tale but a similar plot line. Being such the responsible and mature young adults my parents were *not*, they decided to elope from the pack for their love. And viola~ I was born in a tiny log cabin in the middle of pretty much bloody nowhere.
Now, as you can imagine, my granddad didn't really take to kindly to the idea of his pure blood being mixed with 'tainted' heritage. Ya..that was the kind of person he was; an elitist. But then again, he was an Alpha..so....kinda..worked out.. Well, he finally tracked down his daughter after two whole years of searching. At first, it was just a friendly little patrol of three wolves coming to inquire and implore my mother's and father's return to the pack. They claimed that the Alpha wasn't mad.. of course, both of my parents saw through their lies in a heartbeat. Refusing, they just slammed the door on their faces and went back to cleaning and reading. I, at this point, was just playing the on floor near the fire..why would these matters concern a two-year-old anyways? It wasn't like I could understand what was going on.. that was, until I turned 3. Larger and larger patrol parties would visit our cabin, each one having less and less of a plea and more of a command in their Alpha's name to take back my mother. However, it wasn't until they threatened to take me away that things became very real, very fast. As you can imagine, neither of my parents took too well to the idea of having their own and only daughter forced away from them because their Alpha 'said so'...yeah, let's just say it was at this point in my life that things started to get, well, violent.
In all actuality, I don't think my parents took the Alpha's threats too seriously, you know about me being taken under their custody, but when I was first attacked, they kinda had no choice but to. Okay, can I just inject my input here real quickly? How low do you have to be to attack a 3 and a half year old girl outside, in front of her own house?! God.. damn lowlifes, that's what I personally think. Of course, my mom would probably give me a scowl if she was still here to hear me say that...... Ahem, let's keep moving, shall we? After I was first involved in an attempted kidnap, my dad decided it was time to teach me how to protect myself. Thats where I ended up picking up alot of my fighting skills actually..and, after he died, I just never really quit practicing. Old habits die hard, huh? Well, we thought we were in the clearing by the time I was 5, that maybe they forgot about us seeing as they stopped coming by.. though, you know the saying: Once one thing goes away, another pops up. My dad suddenly got sick.
Even though we hoped it wasn't anything severe, our wishes weren't answered. My dad, the strongest and most admirable person I had ever met, was reduced to a frail and shaking shell of a man, the bed by the fire becoming his new habitat and no longer welcoming the brisk air of the Alaska wilderness. It was at this point in my life that I got a taste of the world's cruelty, it's bitterness.. and my mom. God, my poor mom.. she worked day and night to provide him with as much comfort as possible, her eyes telling me the true answer whenever I asked if he was going to be ok: 'Your father is dying.' Of course, I tried to help..but what could a five year old really do anyways? It's a horrible feeling, ya know? Feeling like you were on the top of world only to be torn down and reduced to rubble by reality.. Well, it was at this point that the patrol started showing up again. After all, our strongest member was failing to continue on living...we were an easy target. Though, it puzzled me..they always kept their distance, never directly approaching us. Then it happened, the day we were all dreading. On Christmas Eve, my dad ended up passing away in his sleep.
I was heartbroken, naturally, but that couldn't have been compared to my mother's wails and pleas for his return, the tears permantely streaking her cheeks. Terrified couldn't even explain my feelings at this point, especially so when I saw the patrol slink from the woods and towards our house. Surprisingly, they were respectful of my mother, even giving her a bowed head when she opened the door. That was surprise number one. Surprise number two came when she actually let them in without a fight. I, at this point just about to turn 6, was confused out of my little mind..after all, my mother was being polite to the enemy! Shortly after they got settled in, each of them watching me like a vulture.. way to go creepers, I was soon exiled from the room to the space I called 'my room'. Yeah, that was fun.. not being allowed to come outside for several hours with a stupid stuffed rabbit to keep me company. Can you blame me for sneaking out? At first, I thought they were merely talking about the pack updates, the coming and goings of what was happening, but then I heard my name. Apparently, they were trying to make me a sales pitch, a fair 'trade off' for my mother's peace...and she was agreeing to it! God, I don't think you can comprehend how betrayed I felt.. these people, they were the ones who were responsible for my parent's exile, for their hardships, for my nightmares..and she was heartily bending to their terms. So, what did I do? I tiptoed back into my room, gathered up as much crap as I could stuff into my satchel, and I ran out the window.
Snow and pine needles, surprisingly, make a wonderful scent eraser. Though part of me knew that time would be against me.. after all, a 6 year old vs a pack? No way in hell would I have a chance. Naturally, I headed South.. my dad had always talked about a town down there. Well, he apparently failed to mention how long of a walk it was there! If it wasn't for my wolf blood keeping me alive and warm, I'm pretty sure I would have frozen over and collapsed. Luckily, by morning, I reached the town and I was still undetected. Thankfully, this town still had a train running through it and, whoever is controlling my luck please keep it up, it was currently stationed in the depot to gather up some more supplies. So, following what I had seen so many times in movies, I boarded an empty box car, tucked myself away into the furthest corner and fell asleep.
Yeah yeah, I know what you are thinking: "That's far too reckless for a 6 year old!". Well, I didn't particularly feel like becoming a bargaining chip! Anyways, from that train, I hitched a ride on a ferry to the mainland before heading North. It was there I found a circus, Le Cirque Noir, and I kinda just blended into the crowd. It was there that I actually picked up on being a contortionist, though I first was a helper to some of the 'freaks' (I did their makeup, did their errands, mended their clothes, etc). I stayed with them until I was 10, traveling all over the world with their company. God, that was fun.. kinda miss them. However, it was when we were in Sweden, land of bright hair, that I first discovered the joys of makeup and unnatural hair colors. Of course, it wasn't until I turned 13 that I received an offer from a company specializing in punk and gothic clothing to be a cover. I accepted and parted ways with the troupe. I continued with my modeling, after all money is an essential, but I ended up doing other things on the side; working in a restaurant, teaching at a studio for mixed martial arts, a cosplayer, etc. Then, when I just turned 16, the company decided to do a photo shoot in Wyoming.
I know it sounds odd but at this point, I felt an odd aching to be with others of my kind.. part of me knew that my mother was dead, that her pack was still searching but wouldn't be welcoming. But then I met them at our new location, the Foalan pack. Without hesitation, I approached them as a mere Rouge, curious about them..and what started out as an inquiry became a place in their pack. So, here I am now...a guard. Wait until I tell you about my past scuffles though with other wolves..now that is fun."
βMy secrets, I keep them under lock and key.. because I know that in a world based off beauty, they are a blemish, a flaw, an eyesore, that can never be erased.β
