Kestrel Enyo

[Kestrel Enyo]

KESTREL ENYO

|Full Name|
Kestrel Narys Enyo

|Nicknames / Aliases|
Enyo

|Age|
24

|Gender|
Female

|Sexuality|
Straight

|Species|
Hellhound Werewolf

|Password for that species|
Admin - Accepted

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|Height|
5'4”

|Weight|
124

|Eye Colour|
Blue

|Hair Colour|
Black

|Appearance|
Kestral has long black hair, born not dyed. Her blue eyes are the colour of the rippling ocean, they seem to glow when she's sinking her teeth and claws into the skin of her victems – pray you don't get close enough to see them. She is a very fine figured, slight woman and looks rather harmless though she rules her fellows as when her body explodes into her wolf form she towers over her pack mates, who knows why that is.

Her wolf form is gorgeous, highlights of golden browns, white, gray and black as she is of Mexican heritage on her father's side. When she turns her 5'4" height turns into 5'1" at the shoulder. Her mother was a pale Welsh pen captive who was abused and taken advantage of. She looks much more like her mother than her father. He has passed on now, god rest his savage soul – ripped apart by his dear daughter he raised so well.

Her werewolf form is extremely large, reaching 9'2" and carries the same coat colouring as the wolf.

|Face Claim|
Unknown

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|Personality|
Kestral is a savage, her fur is always clean though some of the flecks and highlights in her fur could be old blood stains, perhaps new ones? She is violent, nasty, though completely enchanting and seductive when she chooses to be. She's conniving and wicked, watch your back when your around her, the only ones she's loyal to is her pack, and even they have to watch their step for she has been known to attack on a whim just to see blood.

|Likes|

• Blood
  
• Sex
  
• Pain
  
• Abusing the pen-humans
  

|Dislikes|

• Hosts
  
• Bright lights
  
• Cheerfulness
  
• Hope
  

|Personal Weaknesses|

• Easily angered
  
• Steps over the line
  
• Selfish
  
• Stubborn
  

|Personal Strengths|

• Knows her anatomy
  
• Torture
  
• Wild in the bedroom ;]
  

|Fears|

• Death
  
• Losing her position
  
• Feeling (love mainly)
  

|Goals|

• To rule her pack
  
• Rip apart a wolf bigger than herself
  
• Capture 5 humans in a day
  

|Secrets|

• She feels empathy inside – on rare occasions
  
• Never wants pups
  
• Wishes she would have had a choice
  

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|Family|
Jesus Enyo ~ 45 ~ Father - Deceased
Narys Belmonte ~ 38 ~ Mother - Deceased

|Connection to Horde|
She would not call herself a Horde pet, though her Pack does run under Horde rule. She is loyal to the darkness, though a small (very, very, small) part of her wishes she could have had a choice in where her allegiance would lie.

|Connection to Host|
Despises the Host, she doesn't want anything to do with them and their purity.

|History|
Kestrel (only called that by her close pack mates) – referred to as Enyo, was born into the Horde as a youngling. She was taught how to hunt, kill, and take pleasure in bleeding out and torturing by her father though was raised by slaves in the Horde and treated better then most. She was born of the Alpha line and so when she was old enough she killed her own father in order to rule the pack as her own, she doesn't ever want to whelp, in fear of her own litter killing her when they come of age. She will not back down without a fight.

|RP Sample|
{ooc; huge post is huge =)}

Akachi continued to 'play-fight; with the lead lord although his eyes said quite easily he was only putting up with her because of her rank. He wanted nothing more than to pin her and force her into submission like he could with Awiti and Shenzi- or really any of the others. With Akachi though he could do nothing but sit by, the only time he could sink his teeth into her and not be reprimanded was in chase and she still had a while to go before she would run for him. Looking at the carnage and the mount of blood Kgosi tried to ignore the ridiculously acting Imara though something else caught his senses, not before Shenzi scrambled to her paws, ears rotating around like dishes. Backing up a few steps her ears pinned and one silent, fearful look was given to Kgosi before she crept back into the shadows and disappeared form view.

She got out just in time it seemed as before he could send out the call to warn the trio who were now re-attacking the man (Awiti having fought with the jacket a few moments circled aorund behind while Tafari kept his attention by fake lunging at him) a huge 7'-at-the-shoulder Drow wolf charged into the clearing teeth bared as he caught the Mlinzi off guard. Already the Clan of seven was down three numbers as Tafari was flung against a tree, a snapping sound was heard and he lay there unmoving having suffered a blow to the head. Tendaji was already long gone, the coward that he was. The others soon moved in and began to fend off the group, the newest member, a Kyorli, headbutted the Jino who dislodged herself from the man's leg though seeing the large young male tried once to attack him, got a grip and then lost it on his leg, she took off and followed the cowardly retreat. Masozi faced off with Khalizii, the Sargtlin having the upper hand though with the crazed Damu being so violent as it were lunged and snapped down on the male's ankle. Snarling the gaping jaws of the secondary lord latched onto the middle of the writhing Damu and lifted him off the ground, shaking him like a rag doll. The Damu screamed and kicked, finally he was let go and scampered into the brush. That left only Akachi and Kgosi.

Akachi snarled, head and tail held high as she stared down the Detholusin who bared long canines. Sevir ghil valsharess, nindol orn naut tlu dosst elgg. Alu ragar folbol dkinoss! Uk zhah phlyus a udossta Nova. He growled, the words being thrown into all minds in the clearing, including Sam's.

As Ku'nal confronted Akachi, a large – and yet average for her rank – storm cloud coloured female with bright silver bands moving up her muzzle to just below her concerned blue eyes stood over the man. Don't worry, we're here to help you Sam. I am Orn, that is Ku'nal the pack leader. We're here to help. Use your good arm and get on my back. She commanded, her voice childish, innocent and gentle despite the fact that she had been faced by the bloody monsters she was still rather chipper.

Beside the kind female a more sullen female stood, Dyne glared at Kgosi who lunged at Orn. Snapping her massive jaws she barked twice and then another fight ensued between the lord Fisi and the Rahwenress who was a warrior in herself. Inbau ukta doeb d'ghil Orn! She snapped back and the Zanjur slid her head under the man's body and tossed him -possibly slightly painfully- over her back before trotting away and back toward the house.

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Jonsie
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Ninteen
|||Your Experience|||
Five to six years, three of which I consider 'Literate'.
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I was recruited through Proboards.
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