Eithel Eyvindr
{Ee - thell | Eye - veen - dur }
{Ee - thell | Eye - veen - dur }
Age: Twenty one
Species: One of many forms; Shapeshifter. Many mortals get this species wrong, simply because they do not understand the breed. Shifters not only take the form of a certain animal or animals, and have all there keen senses, but they can also possess a power - or element - along with the form. Aiding them in fight, or even fleeing if that needed be. Eithel likes to think of herself as blessed, but what she's done to gain this power causes her very core to quake each time she thinks of it.
Appearance: Most see her appearance as a young girl with black hair that rolls down her frail shoulders. Her eyes shimmering like eternal night while her pale skin stands out like the moon. Of course she could charm a boy if she liked, but there is no need for one in her life, never has been. In her other forms, her eyes to her hair color changes, making it almost impossible to recognize her.
Leopard form {Clouded leopard} - Eithel appears graceful in this form, this showing in her posture and steps as she dances across your heart. She is exotic to say the least, as most Clouded Leopard's are. With underfur of a tan and a top coat of darker brown, she blends in with the the bark of tress, thus she resides in them when she hunts or sleeps. Unlike most leopards, her spots are larger and filled with brown versus black, while faint white appear on her chin and part of her chest. Eithel's tail is thick and long, just barely touching the ground; Her eyes blend in with her whole form, being a dark shade of brown with green flecks if one were to dare come that close. Anger flies from her eyes when in this form, normally signifying that it's time for you to run and her to chase. Even if clouded leopards are small, Eithel has powers that come with these forms; the power of this being purple flame, even hotter then blue. If a human were to come within two feet of her when in this form, their skin would start to singe clear off their body, then muscle, ect, ect.
Owl form {Barred Owl} - Ash covered snow; Eithel holds herself with pride when her white coat is seen in the darkened sky of night, soaring above and enjoying the wind blowing through her feathers. She will rest in a tree during the day, only rarely found on the ground unless fetching prey or searching for water. Her feathers main color is white - soft gray underneath - but ticked with brown, almost black coal-like flecks and stripes from her wings to her chest. Her eyes are a deep rich brown during the day and pitch black at night. While her beak and claws are a translucent-like white, that blends in with her overall form is seems. When in this form, Eithel is feeling saddened and wants to be left alone. The only power she possesses when in this form is enhanced sound and speed. Owl's are already quick and great at hearing, Eithel can hear up to a mile radius around her. Useful, eh?
Fox form {Silver Fox} - Tainted white cloud; Her fur is thick and bristled, smooth unlike most foxes of this breed. Her eyes are still a dark chocolate, pupils unclear from the iris. Her claws are black along with the tip of her tale and part of her face. Eithel's fox form is small, but very swift; she seems to glide past the trees, leaving small indention's of her paws as she passes. Unfortunately, this form comes with no power, leaving her unsafe when cornered or in a place that does not allow her to change quickly.
Personality: Torn yet angered; Eithel's words are sharp like a viper's fang and so are her claws, especially towards other females. She has grown to hate each and every other female, none having yet to change her mind. She's met them all. All of them make her want to throw up lunch. In her mind, their all prissy and uncaring, always asking for help from men or needing them. Eithel would rather die then ask for the help of a man, end of story. For the past couple of years, she's taken more to the men, being a natural born hunter; short with her words and tough with her actions.
History: Distant and elusive her history is. Only remembering bits and pieces of her pasts, it seems the only one there at her childhood was her father. Which hasn't proved to make her a 'proper' woman. From a young age, her father was rough and barbaric towards her, if she did a good or bad deed. What father would cause injury to you just because you hadn't killed another at the mere age of twelve months? Sure she was nearly full grown, but that was no way for a father to act. Alas, being smaller then him did not prevail; Eithel endured the pain and his vociferating words for nearly six years, until he moved on without a word, leaving her with nothing but a tainted heart and bitter sense of the world. Now she thrives on her own, only staying long enough to re-supply, eat, and sleep. A mere shadow amongst others. There is no need for her to be anything more. No one could ever love such a frigid girl, no one could ever love such a beast. Thus she runs; only place she feels wanted is in the forest, in one of her few animal forms versus human. When walking as the beauty, she feels vulnerable and timid, but when walking as a leopard raises her confidence and happiness.