"ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ꜱɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀᴡʜɪʟᴇ..."

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+ɴᴀᴍᴇ+

Priscilla Winona Underwood

+ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ+

The Guard

+ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ+

Lycan

+ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ+

Female

+ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ+

Heterosexual

+ᴀɢᴇ+

19

+ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ+

Diana Silvers

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+ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ+

Priscilla stands at a reasonable height of 5'4", not all together short but not overly tall either. Her build could be considered lankier in some aspects, lithe like The Warrior's while harboring soft curves where The Warrior holds muscle. Her heart-shaped face is usually surrounded by downy soft flyaways from her long toffee colored locks, which are usually situated into a neat braid down her back for convenience. She takes pride in how long she's allowed her hair to grow and takes care of it with the utmost caution to ensure it stays healthy and strong. Her skin is smooth and silky, a healthy cream shade that is complemented by the few moles dotting its canvas every once in a while. The skin around her nails is usually picked raw and bloody, as it's a nervous habit of Priscilla's to bite and wear at the skin, something The Warrior chides her for whenever Priscilla is caught in the act. The Warrior and Priscilla also share honeyed brown eyes, something that seemed to be genetic, and a cheery grin always seems to be lifting at the edges of Priscilla's lips 24/7. Daily wear is usually kept comfy and casual, with jeans and worn t-shirts taking forefront with the occasional skirt or two for more formal occasions. Something always on her person is her charm necklace, a memento from her old pack that remains hazy to her memories but stands to remind her of her Mother all the same. Her voice is a calm and comforting lilt, which is probably why so many people come to her to discuss their problems.

(ɪꜰ ʟʏᴄᴀɴ, ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʟꜰ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ)

Priscilla's Lycan form is a wolf of a standard to a smaller size, with fluffy fur that is colored nearly the same shade as her hair, save for the darker fur that tips her ears and the outermost layer of her fur. Her eyes retain their honeyed glow, and her usual grin is exchanged for the lolling tongue of her wolf, which is almost always in the cheery mood Priscilla presents herself to have at all hours.

+ʙɪᴏ+

Priscilla began her life not within the protection of the Darwolf pack, but of another with her sibling the Warrior. Life there was peaceful, as most childhoods are, up until their pack got attacked. Priscilla's parents fought valiantly, but in the end, succumbed to the attack and passed away, leaving herself and the Warrior as orphans at a very young age. The image of her parents being torn limb from limb still haunts Priscilla to this day, even if the Warrior had shielded her from most of the horrific scene. The two stuck it out for a year by themselves, foraging and making pocket change where they could until both of the mangy pups were found by the Alpha. Priscilla, initially very wary of the new people and clinging to the Warrior like a lifeline, quickly warmed to the Alpha and built a rather strong friendship with him, despite their age difference and her being from a different pack entirely. This seemed to set the Warrior at ease as well, so the two made themselves comfortable in their new home, with Priscilla making friends left and right wherever she went. Priscilla became known for her stellar advice, as that was initially what drew the Alpha towards her as a friend, and she was more than happy to patrol around and make sure others were alright. She became an ear to others, a shoulder to cry on and a person to rant to if need be. She took this all with a cheery smile on her face, as she quite enjoyed discussing problems with others so she could help resolve them. Then came the problem she couldn't solve - the Warrior's new allegiance to the Beta. Of course, Priscilla knew what happened with the Warrior and that particular Lycan, she wasn't as naive as some would believe her to be. She just knew the Warrior would never agree to her views on a more pacifistic approach, so she chose to keep quiet on the matter. She regrets that now, as that's caused a bit of the rift between the siblings that neither wants to address. At the end of the day, Priscilla is loyal to the Alpha who took her and the Warrior in when they had nowhere to turn and loathes the day that the Warrior and Beta make good on their promise to overthrow the Alpha and take care of business with the Upir. This bubble of false calm kept her sane, and the moment that shattered...oh, Priscilla didn't know what she would do.

+ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ+

Priscilla is a soft soul, with a bleeding heart that longs to heal every weary wanderer that crosses her path. This doesn't leave her much time for herself though, so Priscilla is usually very stressed and pressed for time to spend for herself. She doesn't let this bother her though, instead throwing up a happy persona to counteract the stressed sadness she harbors deep within her being. Nobody would ever suspect that happy little Cilly could be anything but that - happy. But events from her childhood left her rather shaken, so shaken in fact that Priscilla suffers from PTSD to this day. She doesn't let this hold her back though, even if it hurts her to hide such a hefty secret from the Warrior. She's too outgoing to just shut herself away from people, even if sudden loud noises make her want to crawl out of her skin! She's still gonna help others out, even if she herself is suffering!! Yeah...not really healthy for her mental health, but she's trying. She just transforms all her panicked energy to that of vivaciousness, energetically putting herself out there for the world to see. She prides herself on her approachable nature and the overall positive mindset that guides her through life. All people are good until proven otherwise in her book, and it takes a lot to make Priscilla dislike you due to her sweeter nature. Just...don't catch her on a bad day. The days when the memories hit her the strongest...could cause herself and others bodily harm, as she is known to fly off the handle at the slightest inconvenience. She usually keeps to herself these days to save others the pain of seeing her so...broken. Especially the Warrior. If they found out, Priscilla wouldn't know what to do. She didn't wanna worry anybody!! That doesn't happen very often though, so her excitable nature shines through, which got her the reputation of the loudmouthed sweetheart that she has. She just wants everyone to be happy at the end of the day, and her pacifistic views on life have gotten her into many an argument with the Warrior.

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"ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ. ʏ'ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ..."

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+ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ+

✦Rainy days, the smell of rain, being out in the rain, etc...✦

✦Spending time with her sibling, friends, people in general, etc...✦

✦Picking at the strings of her viola or fiddling with her flute...✦

✦Cheering others up, making them smile, etc...✦

✦Crisp Granny Smith apples...✦

+ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ+

✦Snow, cause she's always cold for no reason...✦

✦Being alone with her thoughts...✦

✦Sitting still, being tense, etc...✦

✦Bottling her own emotions for the sake of others, keeping her thoughts secret, etc...✦

✦Cherries, as she is deathly allergic to them...✦

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+ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ+

Hello Cold World - Paramore

https://youtu.be/xOk9wzq53r4

+ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ+

+ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ+

✦She knows how to play both the viola and the flute, but finds herself so busy most of the time that she never has a chance to sit down and play them much...✦

✦She's always wanted to take care of a kitten or some sort of pet but knows she's a tad too busy to give it the attention it deserves, so she holds off. Probably not a good idea seeing as she's usually pressed 24/7, but she tries...✦

✦She totally knows the Warrior's secret but pretends not to in order to spare their feelings...✦

✦Dating is a disaster for Priscilla, so she is abstinent on that front. Once again, she's too busy being of use to others to focus on a relationship like that...✦

ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ

Priscilla has a charm necklace given to her by her Father before he passed away, a delicate silver that holds the emblem of her previous pack. The Warrior has their bracelet, and Priscilla has her necklace. She's never seen without it on.