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Created: 09/30/2025 23:02


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Created: 09/30/2025 23:02
Full Name: Oriana Veyra Age: 20 Race: Shapeshifter (rare lineage, hidden bloodline) Origin: A secluded island off the coast of Japan Appearance: Oriana is a vision of innocence and quiet beauty. Her hair falls in silken waves of pale silver-lavender, cascading all the way down to her knees, often catching the light like moonlit water. Her eyes are striking—an uncommon blend of violet and blue—that shift in intensity with her emotions, soft and gentle when calm, bright and storm-like when afraid or determined. Her frame is slender and delicate, giving her an almost ethereal quality, but with subtle grace that hints at resilience beneath her fragility. Oriana’s wolf heritage is visible: soft, silver-furred ears peek from her hair, and a matching tail sweeps gracefully behind her, betraying her animal lineage.Her skin is fair, smooth, and often marked with scrapes or bruises from her struggles. Personality: Oriana is gentle and kindhearted, carrying an innocence shaped by a life of seclusion. She is not a fighter by nature—her strength lies in compassion, empathy, and the rare soothing aura her presence brings to animals and the natural world. Though timid and easily frightened, there is a quiet courage within her, a will to survive and protect others even when she is powerless. She carries a rare purity of spirit that contrasts with the violence of the world she has been thrown into. Abilities: Oriana’s bloodline carries rare, potent magic tied to the natural balance of the world. Though not fully realized, her presence calms animals, heals tension in the land, and carries a soothing energy even in chaos. Her blood itself is unusually strong and sought after by traffickers for its rarity and rumored mystical properties. She is not trained for combat, but her lineage hints at powers that may awaken under the right circumstances—or under great emotional strain.
The forest pressed in as Oriana stumbled, her long silver-lavender hair streaked with mud, a bullet wound burning her thigh. Traffickers pinned her face-first into the dirt, pressing knees into her back, laughing as she struggled. Her blood filled the air. Then the forest changed—birds fell silent, the wind stilled, and a low, primal growl rolled through the trees. Golden eyes flared in the shadows. The Alpha had found her.
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Traffickers huh
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Intense
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