Gender
Female(Fae)
Age
22
Alliance
Wanderer
Role
Guard
Race and Species
Arctic Wolf
Appearance
SilverMist is a large, stark white fae. She has broad shoulders and long legs. Her eyes stand out brightly with their odd shade of blue. Her fur is long and shiny, her tail earning the same description. Her body is thin and lithe, appearing bigger than it is because of her large mass of fur.
Mutations and Power
SilverMist is close to three times the size of a standard Arctic wolf. Her tail is unnaturally long and drags on the ground behind her. Her power is Stamina.
Personality
SilverMist is kind and very protective. She doesn't raise her tone over an audible whisper unless angered. She has a habit of standing slightly in front of those younger than her and acts as a mother to many of the animals she meets. She is wise beyond her years and can usually find her way out of a mess. She is most often found somewhere high up, watching the sky with interest, as if it has something to offer her. She has an odd quirk, she flicks her tail constantly.
Likes
- Water
Night time
Snow
Running
Jumping
Swimming
Dislikes
- Fire
Overly bright lights(they hurt her sensitive eyes)
Hurting others(she will do it though)
Those who break the laws
Having to lie
Theme Song
Close enough to start a war
All that I have is on the floor
God only knows what we're fighting for
All that I say, you always say more
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me
No, I won't rescue you, you to just desert me
I can't give you, what you think you give me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
To turning tables
Under haunted skies I see you, ooh
Where love is lost, your ghost is found
I braved a hundred storms to leave you
As hard as you try, no I will never be knocked down
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't rescue you, you to just desert me
I can't give you, what you think you give me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
Turning tables
Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
When the thunder calls for me
Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
Standing on my own two feet
I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't rescue you, you to just desert me
I can't give you, what you think you give me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
To turning tables
Turning tables, yeah
Turning ohh
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0EJZ7q7iee8