Name: Rowan Varsare de'Sange
Age: 24 Years Old
Date Of Birth: October 21st 1994
Place Of Birth: Scottish Highlands
Natural Hair Color: Reddish Brown
Natural Eye Color: Emerald Green
Previous Occupation: Apothacary Owner, Enforcer for her Father
Current Occupation: Smoke Shed Manager
~From dehumanization to arms production, To hasten the nation towards its destruction Power, power, the law of the land, Those living for death will die by their own hand
Peace Or Annihilation~
Illiya Mackenzie
Not long ago, in a little village tucked away in the Scottish highlands, was a woman. A woman who’s hair matched that of fresh blood, a woman who’s eyes gleamed green when she smiled and blue when she cried. This woman would be one of the most pivotal characters in our story. She was raised with a family, three older brothers and one younger sister, her mother worked in the gardens while her father worked in the fields. Her name? Illiya. She was around 18 when it all happened.
A group of Men had come to the village, back packing, or so they said, and were staying for the night to catch their breath before leaving the next day.
Illiya was helping her mother dig up some carrots when the men arrived, she had no idea what was to come when she would lock eyes with two dark brown hues, she felt the change, the warning as it would drift through the breeze and flow through her hair. Goosebumps would stir her other wise smooth skin as she froze. Her heart beat would quicken as red tinted her cheeks. His lips curled into a smile as he walked passed their cottage, keeping eye contact until he no longer could. A presence could be felt burning into her back, immediately her head would drop and she would resume helping her Mother.
“Who was that?” The strong armed woman would ask quietly. Illiya shrugged, cheeks still burning. “I do not know.” Her voice quivered slightly, her hands shaking either out of fear or something else entirely. Her mother now concerned for the poor girl stood up and brushed off her hands. “Come.. Let us go to the Lake.” The trees rocked back in forth almost as if demanding they do just that. Illiya paused and looked up at her mother, her reaction to the man was concerning and so, she to would stand, grabbing what carrots they had managed to dig out of the earth. She would nod and follow her mother, dropping off the carrots in the shed before her feet, bare, would carry her off into the lake with her mother.
~My lamb and martyr, you look so precious, Won't you come a bit closer, Close enough so I can smell you, I need you to feel this, I can't stand to burn too long Released in this sodomy, For one sweet moment I am whole You're breathing so I guess you're still alive, Even if signs seem to tell me otherwise Won't you come just a bit closer, Close enough so I can smell you I need you to feel this, I need this to make me whole, There's release in this sodomy For I am your witness that, Blood and flesh can be trusted ~
Narcis Varsare de'Sange
A group of 5 Romanian back packers, men around the ages of 23-28, decided they would travel to the Scottish highlands for their next adventure, having traveled from Madagascar to the North pole they thought why not? At least that's what they would have you believe. That's what they told the authorities when questioned about the missing local woman.. But I am getting ahead of myself.. Rewind to the moment, the moment that defined their trip..
The group consisted of 5 rather large and muscular men, though one was more lean then the rest. While the four could be considered linebackers, this one was more of a kickboxer.
Narcis, Narcis Varsare de'Sange, was the odd ones name. A name that many knew back in Romania. He was the leader of the group, the head honcho, the Rom Baro. They weren't really here to go hiking, they had other plans. Really it was to lay low while things cleared up back in Romania, after everything that had gone down, Narcis had a hit on his head.
The man was tall, maybe 6ft 6in? His body was rippled with muscle, not show muscles, but hard work muscles. His head had short cropped but thick black hair, eyes a deep Blue almost purple. His left cheek always reached higher then his right when smiling, his teeth gleamed white and were clearly well taken care of. He was smiling right now, as he and his friends walked down the road, one of the others said something funny and his laugh rang through the air, hearty and warm. With a shake of his head he would look over to enjoy the scenery as they traveled down the path, his eye passed over a few of the villagers that were working in the garden when something caught his eye, a red not common for this area, it was so deep it reminded him of blood. Placing his hues on the woman whos skin reminded him of milk, his smile dropped. She captured his gaze with her emerald green eyes and held it, their was something fierce in them, a challenge. His smile slowly returned as he kept walking, with a change of the winds he felt a shiver run down his spine, her scent flooded his nose as the breeze drifted through her hair. He could practically smell her innocence. Something that had him aching.
A low growl sounded through his chest as the group had gotten to a place where they could not see the old cottage and farm. The four other men stopped in their tracks and looked at him. "We are staying here." He would say, it was not a suggestion, the four nodded their heads. "Yes, Sir." They would say a little scattered. Narcis would begin walking again after he had to readjust himself. He licked his lower lip at the thought of the younger girl, her lips engrained in his head. He shook himself to calm down as he walked towards the local Inn, and book a room.
"Room 04 will be yours." The young lady at the desk would say with a flirtatious smile. Narcis gave her one of his own signature smiles, "Thank you, Dragostea Mea." The five would make it to the room, where Narcis would immediately hit the shower and take care of his issue.
Quotes: 1. Annihilation by A Perfect Circle
2. Prison Sex by TOOL
*******TRIGGER WARNING!!!!******
*****DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED BY GORE< BLOOD< MURDER<DEAD CHILDREN<MASACRE*****
(Photo by Aya Yuna)
Rowan Varsare de'Sange
You see I am the wolf, And this dirty, little piggy lives inside of me You see every now and then, I forget which one that I want and which one that I need I have come to realize That both of them have become a necessity I now have come to realize That I become which animal I choose to feed
Even in these Chains You cant stop me
Rowan spent most of her younger memories in Wailing Rock, she had immigrated with her mother and sister in 1999, from Scottland to Wailing Rock Washington. Rowan immediately fell in love with the town and forest near by, of course she was only 6 years old when they moved so anything would have been cool and new. Rowan had no idea of the troubles she would be going through, her mother knew it would come though. At this point in time Rowan spoke with a hard to understand Scottish accent, school was difficult, the kids would make fun of her and tease her, her teachers had difficulty communicating which frustrated her to no end, especially as a child. Her mother would often get calls from the school for her losing her temper, 'causing fights' even though she was defending herself. It wasn't until she was a little older and began loosing her accent, that kids would stop picking on her.
Rowan did not know then, that she was a lycan. Her mother had not told her and never planned to. She did not know why she had so much rage in her, then again it ran in her fathers bloodline, there was a rage like no there, resting inside of her, waiting for the moment to explode.
As Ro got older she would make friends and even get a small job cleaning houses under the table, she helped her mother at the local apothecary, learning her trade. Her sister was lucky, she didn't have to deal with the teasing Rowan did, by the time they moved to Wailing Rock Selene was only 1, she wouldn't have the Scottish accent.
Rowan never had much interest in anything sexual, at least not with kids at her school, they were all too jockey for her, small town schools on the island with not much to do? Sports were a big deal. Not to her though. Rowan took more interest in Music and the history of the town. She often would be found in the woods communing with nature and those that lived within the trees, one of her best friends was an 'Imaginary' Forest Spirit (Open for someone to play should they wish) who liked to play pranks and dance through the trees under the moonlight. She would read books and do her homework out there when she had free time.
One day, before her 16th birthday, Rowan would be walking down her street when a scream would move through the air and into her ears. For some reason it sounded like ten year old Selene, Rowan picked up her pace and was soon running through the streets as more terrified screams ripped through the wind, past her ears. Her back pack dropped on the sidewalk, feet pounding as fear pushed her forward. One final scream, not finished, silence. Silence rang through the air as Rowan burst through the broken front door... Before she could even take in the scene splayed out before her, something wet splattered on her face, it was warm. With shaky hands Rowan reached up to touch her face, horror washed over her as she looked down and saw red smeared on her finger tips. Her skin paled as anguish filled her body, a whimper escaped her lips and she looked up. Standing before her, a tall beast filled her vision, he resembled a wolf but larger and standing on two feet, his body rippled in rage as he stared at Rowan, a twisted grin on his muzzle, amusement on his eyes. He had one arm outstretched, another hanging at his side.
Rowan was frozen in fear, pee trickling down her leg, an automatic and uncontrollable response to the sight before her. Her eyes traveled down the monsters outstretched arm, her poor body trembling, whines escaping her lips. The sight that was before her caused a sound of complete anguish, it sounded like her soul was ripped from her. "NO!" She screeched out, tears flowing freely from her green eyes. A headless body of a child, dangled from the monsters grip, blood dripped from the decapitated neck, chunks of flesh dangled around the edges. Selene's stomach was torn open, intestines wiggled with the monsters movements. In the beasts other hand was Rowans sisters head, it held it up by her hair, with a swing it tossed both body and head to the ground, a snarl escaped its lips as it rushed Rowan before she managed to drop to her knees.
Sirens could be hear in the background. Someone had called the cops.
The monster would be met with no struggle as it ripped her from the ground by her hair, a scream of pain did escape her lips as it almost dislocated her shoulder by dragging her by her wrist, sharp claws dug into her flesh, blood leaked from the wounds and wrapped around her forearm. She felt glass dig into her flesh as the beast dragged her through the broken sliding glass door. Her vision would fade in and out, though it returned as she saw the massacre outside, a surprise birthday party, decorations now drenched in blood and gore. Some people were torn in half, others were half eaten, some were just crooked necked. It was the sight of her mother perfectly fine, but tied to a pole in the middle of the yard, that broke her.
"No. No, no, no, please no!" Rowan screamed out, her body struggling to escape the creatures grasp, "MOM!" She cried out hoping the woman would wake up. She did not. The creature through her down and snarled at her to not move. Then another man walked into view, her held a lighter and pressed it to the ground, Rowan was confused, she looked back at her mother to see that she was drenched with sweat? No.. It was gasoline? "Oh god. STOP!" She cried out and with a nod of the beasts head the lighter was flicked and in slow motion flames licked across the ground, and surrounded her mother before fully encompassing Illiya.
"Burn the witch." Said the man as screams of real pain erupted from the burning woman. Rowan tried to run towards her mother but claws grappled her hair and pulled her back. "You will Watch." Said the man as she tried with all her might to kick and scramble away. It didn't work, even though handfuls of hair were ripped from her skull. She was thrown back onto the ground, picked up slammed back down. Her vision was lost and so would her consciousness. The sound of her mothers screams echoing forever in her head.
The Police would get there only to easily over taken by two Lycan males, by the time back up arrived, the house would be clean of blood, and any sign of murders, it would be completely empty, as would the back yard. Magic works wonders.
Quotes: Big Bad Wolf by In This Moment