Username: AlEyDrEaM
Character Name: Aleranon Ladeth Demoure
Aliases: Aley, Ale, Mistress of Mischife, The Crazy Chick
Species: Wolf Demon
Age: Human 23 Demonic 567
Gender: female
Date of Birth: 12/28
Height: 5"3
Weight: 120
Bloodtype: A+
Hair color: A very light, dark red.
Eye color: Silver, For those of you who don't think it's a color, light gray with a tinge of blue.
Appearance: Aleranon is a short thing girl that looks like she's made out of sticks and tiwgs. She has long dark red hair although the dark red is light enough be seen as such. She generally has it back in a pony tail or up under her large wide brimmed old hat. It seems almost as old as her, anchent, in other words. She pulls off the look well as if she came right out of the past. Shas long legs with a small torso that is covered with a long black coat that goes all the way to her mid-thighs before it appears shreadded. The trench coat is black with dirt cursted at the bottom. She wears large black clunky boots that have seen better days in rain and snow then they were now. They are a general mess with dirt cursted over them and the souls running low although she referbishes them with new souls every once in a while. She wears dark black socks under that. The socks were at one point a lighter gray but from rubbing on the inside of her boots for who knows how long they have turned a dirty blackish brown. Her pants cover that well enough though as well as most of her anckle high black boots. They come down with a dark black and tattered cuffs falling over her boots and laying on the top of her foot with mud lining up them. The knees are warn and patchwork is evadent. The pants are too big for her as it is, pockets falling down almost to her knees and a belt holding them up. The belt was just black leather and fine tuned for such things also well warn and the hole she had it strapped to in partucular was warn out and streached. Nevertheless it did the job of holding up her pants and allowed her long black tail to slip out from between her belt and her pants reaching down to her calf. The tail was of thick dark red fur, much darker then her hair yet richer in feel. It was obviouse that the tail belonged to a wolf with it's shades of dark red turning grayish black as the tail came up towards her back and the small tuff of fur that streached around it and then up her spine was a blackish gray shade. She didn't have fur anywhere else besides on her spine and on her tail and because of her coat, both where normally hidden. There was a long tare in her coat that allowed her tail to be seen which came up to the bottom of her back although she normally would keep her tail from visability for the sake of reality. She generally liked people and a tail normally scared them off.
As for Aley's shirt she normally wore a loose fitting black shirt with a design on the front that no one really understood. It was a circle squished and pulled so that it looked almost like a pinwheele with only two prongs. At the end of each prong was a smaller circle with an E in the center of it facing the way the prong was turning and at the end of each line in the E was a diffrent color. Red was at the top - of the E and then it went to yellow and from yellow to blue at the bottom with black and white in circles all their own at the top and botom of the vertical line. This was all enclosed in the circle. One circle rested upon Aley's chest right over her heart and the other was opposite it. There was a light golden shine shimmering out from the center of the spiral as well and it only was in the white line of the strange pinwheele circle. Generally under that long sleeve black shirt she had on a red tanktop which served well as a bra. She had a few others in the bag she carried over her shoulder all of the time but elsewise she didn't have any other cloths. Her bag was long and black like the rest of her outfit and had bars of steel wrapped around it so it was sectioned off and held together although when empty it could be compact. At the bottom of it was an allumanum plate that held the bottom flat and a chain ran all the way up it allowing it to curve until the chains were pulled tight. It was a very unique bag and even had a bell on it attached by a thick string which tied to the handle she normally held. The ability to slip it on her shoulders was also a possibility and she normally had one of the strps over the shoulder with the other holding the handle. It was comfortable for her to walk like that with such a big bag. It was approximately 3"2 on it's own although normally when she held it it was only 2" something. If one was to pick up the bag they would notice how strong Aleranon naturally was but because she normally hid the bag when she went spasific places, no one picked it up.
Personality: Aleranon is a quiet girl generally. She likes watching things and caring for them more then creating them or being with them or part of them. She's a natural mother and anything that she babies is garanteed to be watched over for a long time to come up to the point where they tell her not to and when she doesn't show herself, that takes a while. Aleranon loves few things besides her 'children' and although bells fall under one of them she does not let that give her away too often. She's a wanderer by nature as well and so although she freels deeply for those she cares for she does not attach herself to them in such a way that she may never leave. She will also not hesitate in an order or second guess her own logic. She's done that before and never found answeres too often to do it again. Aleranon laughs and plays like all others even though she always seems to be searching for something as she often does. She finds that missing love and pack in the humans normally and in so doing she treats them as her own. She misses her pack more then anything and although she cannot reincorperate a pack lifestile into her life, she tries her hardest to keep it in her mind.
Bio: When Aleranon was little she was birthed to an ill mother. The mother died leaving Aleranon and her seven brothers and sisters stranded in the den with nothing to protect them or warm them up. Five of her siblings died crying and helpless. Aleranon and her brother were the only servivers and they had huddled up to eachother and used the corpses semi warmth to keep themselves alive. Both pups were mailnurished and almost dead by the time the father found them. The father brought in another nursing mother and kept the pups alive by doing so. The mother treated them harshly though only let them eat just enough to servive and nothing more. When Aleranon and Darron were old enough to transform into humanic beings their stepmother was gone. They had to fend for themselves and the pack had left with them Darron slowly had gone wild in the need to servive as it strived in him and he had lost the ability to transform form his crazed antics. Aleranon stayed in her wolf form volientarlly for him to keep him thinking that there was nothing strange about it until he began killing human's livestock and even humans for food. After that she quit seeing Darron as her brother all together and left. After she left her brother Aleranon became interested in the humans. She began studying them, learning what they did and why, figuring out just what it meant to be human. She attended High School and had numorus jobs always starting fresh so that they didn't know how old she really was and hid her demonic nature as best she could. She's been just about anything over her years because she only looks in her 20's they always let her start again. She's had more 'dead parents' then she can keep track of and thousands of 'sick siblings' in the making that she lied for so that she could actually make along in the human's world. What the Humans hadn't found out yet was that she was a demon. A Wolf demon. She hoped they never did. To enforce this hope she traided off where she was about every five years when she should have aged an apparant amount.
Relations: None
Profession: Currently Aleranon is a wanderer
Weaponry: Aleranon's an old school kind of girl. She generally will use a knife or a sword as a wepon although anything she can get her hands on can be considered a wepon to her. She generally will carry around a knife with her freely although in her transformation process she can create a sword from her claws and fangs if she really needs a weapon.
Items: She carries around about three shirts, several books, sketch books, pencils, papers, documents, her glasses. Anything she may need to live but she generally has no money. She also carries around a small disk pendant in her bag, bells, and a chain neclace which she always has around her neck.
Skills/Powers: She has the ability to transform from a humanic form to a demonic form and summon two swords and twenty knifes at one time. She cannot heal her wounds by transforming but if she transforms from a human form with a scrach on the side it will become larger from ripping during the transformation and then transfer back once larger. It's not an equal trade off so the wounds become bigger the more she transforms.
Special Attributes: She needs glasses on occasion but that's about it. The glasses have a silver fraim with black arms and thick perscripions
Faults: She's afraid of hights. She hates being picked up especially. She freaks out at the sight of spiders. She's a bit paranoid after someone says Make up, Mall, or other girly things like Dress. She'll do just about anything for bells... She can't feel pain very well so she tends to make her own wounds worse.
Quote: "Over time, anything can happen and everything can change. The trick is getting with the times."
Theme Song: The Age of Information by Momus
~accepted~
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