Species: Eclipse Blooded Weyrwolf / Angel
Birthday & Age: September 15th, 1996 / 23
Occupation: Student/Waitress
Neighborhood: Black Hills
Residency Status: Born & Raised in Deadwood
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
+ tranquil, radiant, forgiving, & maternal.
- irresponsible, perfectionist, assertive, & transparent.
perhaps the most human of all species, there is nothing to truly single them out from the humans at all. one can be born a weyrwolf or they can be turned by another in wolf form, or in transition / on a full moon / only by born weyrwolves. they’re said to be created by wytches, much like vaympires who they hold natural aversion too due to their undead nature. wolves are aggressive by nature due to their animal instinct, although with time and willpower it can be tamed.
created by the gods, angels exist to keep balance in the world. they keep humans from eradicating themselves and everyone else, while also maintaining the sanctity of their own species. they work stealthily in the background and ensure that the decisions made will not destroy our world, though sometimes things slip through the cracks. they aren’t the soft fluffy winged angels people expect, many of them are war hardened and haven’t been “soft” in over a thousand years.
her name was supposed to be short for “mystical,” for she was truly somebody special.
misty was born into an unaccepting and doubting world, one that wanted to deny her existence. yet the hands that tended to her were so kind, one weyrwolf and one angelic; neither pair belonged to her mother, who flew faraway at her birth. this did not bother misty when she was young though. to her, dario and lovanna was all she ever needed.
her childhood was a happy one, even though she knew she was different from “normal” children (normal children couldn’t scale forest trees with ease, they couldn’t hear other people’s thoughts). misty remembers running through the woods, skipping rocks across ponds, playing jump rope with her friends, tending to animals on her family farm (especially the llamas). some of them were “normal,” some of them were not. however, misty noticed that some of them got treated like they were less than others.
so she carried the love she experienced in her family life to them; misty looked out for others, following in her father’s footsteps, and becoming a maternal figure to those around her, something her mother had never done for her. if somebody needed help, she would be their safety net, even as young as she was.
her weyrwolf side was slower to develop than her angelic side. from a young age, lovanna would take her to nearby hilltops and teach her how to fly, linking her with the glee of flying through an open sky. she taught misty how to control her powers. she retained the purity of an angel, never experiencing the carnal urges of a weyrwolf.
when misty hit the age of eleven, this changed.she hit puberty and received her first menstrual cycle, and almost as though it was a “coming of age,” around the same time, upon a full moon, she turned for the first time. despite having grown up around weyrwolves, misty was wholly unprepared for how much the full moon would overwhelm her. it took over her and soon enough, her poor father was dealing with a rabid wolf running around the tavern. he did not catch her before she managed to dig into one of the unfortunate horses on their farm, but he did prevent her from getting out into the woods, where she would have drawn attention to the locals.
misty felt ashamed and repulsed at what she had done, shaking at the idea that she had taken something’s life. but soon realized that she was not at fault for something she could not control; she learned to forgive herself. in turn, Misty learned the importance of forgiving others. sometimes people committed acts that they would later regret.
in due time, she learned how to control herself and her weyrwolf urges. she ate meat frequently and any violent urges were regulated by tiring them out through physical activities, like boxing and rock climbing. misty never wanted to harm another being again.
misty attended high school with many of her childhood friends and it was there that she truly blossomed. she was an overachiever, excelling in everything she did. in academics, she always received superb grades; in athletics, she was always the quickest and strongest; in social life, she was both the popular and the kind girl. perfectionism was a trait she fell to, often staying up far too late studying or spending all of her energy focusing on others.
yet at the same time, misty could be so flawed, so irresponsible. she lingered too close to humans, almost accidentally exposing her identity on many instances. with a warm smile and a smooth explanation though, people’s doubts often subsided. but it was obvious that there was a part of her that ached for more than what she had; she yearned for freedom that she could not have. freedom that everybody deserved, freedom that lit a flame of justice within her.
misty made sure to be kind to everyone, regardless of who they were, never casting a judgmental gaze.
some individuals did not reciprocate this, however.
when she was seventeen, near another full moon and during a particularly stressful week, a rather unkind student at her school was bothering her in an isolated study hall room. they had since freshmen year, jealous of misty’s social standing. she never held it against them though. after all, she knew better. her angelic side gave her the intelligence to infer that this student must have been self-projecting onto her. but this particular time, the student crossed the line. they did not only criticize her, they began to drag her family’s name through the mud, cruelly hissing into her ear. and then, a twisted comment left them with a sneer.
“you’re such a freak, misty, you know that? i know you don’t got a mom. i heard she left you when you were young. can’t say I’m surprised either. If it were me, i’d have abandoned an ugly girl like you too.”
it had been a terrible mistake on her end, to lose herself in the instinctive fury boiling within her. however, since the first time that she turned, she did. nails sharpened, growl audible, she grabbed the student by their shirt and shoved them against the wall. they stared into her glowing eyes in shock, paling.
her breaths came in deep and heavy, restraint battling for control over her body, preventing her from turning. eyes pained, from shame and fury, from how close she was to losing herself to this ancient anger.
“please leave,” she had managed to whisper, grip loosening on the torn shirt, “i don’t want to… hurt you.”
and they did, trembling hands holding themselves to their chest; only shooting a brief, frightened look back before the door slammed shut. in a fit of frustration, misty wound up pushing over an entire cabinet, kicking it, once, then twice, before her eyes began blurring with tears; for a few minutes, she could only cry, in disbelief with herself.
she expected for them to report her, for her to finally be exposed for once and for all. but to her surprise, they never breathed a word about it and neither did she.
a note of apology was slid into their locker and in a twist of fate, the two wound up growing closer and becoming friends. they taught Misty a special type of patience, the kind that allowed her to forgive even the worst of people. she became maternal towards them, learning about a difficult home situation they had. so she gave them a second home, a real home; herself.
hence, the black hills pack expanded.
blunders were inevitable for misty. she was still young and learning. her successes outweighed blunders though and she grew into a splendid woman with a bright future. misty connected with her inner self, tapping into a mind not riddled with strange urges, only with loving thoughts. her bitterness at others, except her mother, washed away during her teenage years with maturity.
misty knew she wanted to help others, especially those who were lost, like dario and lovanna did. she sought to be like them. however, she didn’t know how exactly she would do that. so she pursued a bachelor’s degree in early childhood education and a bachelor’s degree in social justice studies, double majoring. she figured that would set her up for whatever she would want to do.
although she should have been done getting her degrees by now, misty decided to live at home during college and continue to work as a waitress at her father’s tavern. this has held her back a bit, leaving her another few months to finish her degrees, particularly since she just transferred to online school. she doesn’t mind though; she likes leaving a part of her focus on her hometown and family.
especially with the recent headlines in the news potentially changing everything misty has ever known.
✗ DARIO WAHYA - he was a bit lost on how to be a father, but he learned over time. he loves you more than anything and would lay down his own life for your’s in a heartbeat.
✗ SARIEL - you are so forgiving and you want to forgive her for abandoning you and your father, but deep in your heart there is still resentment for what she did. maybe if she returns you’ll have a reason to forgive her, even after all these years you still hope.
✗ LOVANNA SWANPOEL - she’s been in your life for as long as you can remember. she was your babysitter and one of your first friends. she’s basically the fun aunt you’ve always wanted. you don’t know what you would do without her.
Her face claim is MORGAN ANTUSH and she’s played by HAZEL.
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