I know I just submitted Shaina, but I'm trying to get all the charry's that have been gathering dust in my writing program out in the open at least. This will be the last one for awhile.

Name:
Mýa

Age:
199, young for an elf, but it's moderately mature for werewolves. She will be turning 200 in two moons (two months).

Gender:
Female

Race:
Lycan (werewolf)

Hair:
While in her human form, she has a tapering mane of blue black cascading over her shoulders down to the small of her lower back.

Eyes:
A flickering silver amber that shimmers opaque when struck with moonlight.

Height:
As a human, at least 5' 5", 5' 9" when she walks or stands on the balls of her feet.

Character's Physical Description:
Mýa is heavily muscled through her thighs and forearms from all the running she does when she shifts. In her humanoid form, she has a blue black mane that tapers to a point in the small of her back. Her eyes are a silver amber in both forms. She is lightly tanned despite being hidden under the forest trees her entire life. Each of her fingernails are sharper than normal, not sharp enough to qualify as claws, but not dull enough not to. She walks on the balls of her feet, as it's slightly more comfortable. Averagely full lips, plumped red. Her smile is charming to all, even with her half-sharp canines. In her Lycan form, Mýa walks upon all fours, unless it's more convenient to walk upright on two. Her claws are sharp as shattered obsidian. Her white teeth as lethal as daggers. Dark grey streaked with midnight blue fur ripples like molten silver over her muscled body. Her silver amber eyes pierce the soul and seem to paralyze those that happen to look.

Parents:
Léacha (mother and alpha female of the pack), Malichi (father and alpha male of the pack).

Siblings:
Boea, 150 yr old brother.

Birth place:
Tænia is where she was born and raised. It is a Lycan village close to Sílthrim, but not so much as to pose a threat.

Current Home:
Mýa often wanders nowadays, so she has no one place to call home.

Likes:
Her friends, family, and the young black wolf cub. Healing.

Dislikes:
Most humans, anything that threatens her pack. Death.

Dreams for the Future:
Please her father, find a mate, and try to explore all Alagaësia until she knows the tiniest detail of the entire land.

Reason for Dreams:
Her father is ever pushing her to become the pack leader, and she wishes to placate him with her success.
She is coming close to mating age, and Lycan law proclaims that every male and female must have a mate by the age of 215. They are given several weeks after their twenty-fifth to find one. But if they haven't by the end of that time, they are thrown out of the pack.
if she is directing her soldiers or is running from enemies, she must know her terrain, and how to survive in it.

Character Personality:
Mýa, in one word, would be best described as compassionate. Because of her instinct to heal, she is kind toward those who are bitter because of their past. She can only heal physical wounds and illnesses, however, though she wishes she could do more. Unless angered, it is rare that she speaks harshly, and never to one of her patients. Her gentle tone can sooth ruffled hackles and hurt egos. Her kindness is well known within her village. She would give her own bed willingly if someone needed it, and feel no jealousy nor hostility toward that person.
If angered, her harsh words are like the sharp crack of a whip, and have similiar outcomes. Most of the village simply ignore her rages, but if a stranger comes through, say a stray human, she will snap at him or her like a rabid dog until they retreat far away in fear. If this does happen, she instantly seeks out her previous victims and opologizes purfusevly. As a rule, she is not mean. She just has a nasty temper when its pricked by something.
When Mýa left her village, she had been expecting pretty easy challenges, none of the hard core obstacles she encountered. Toughing her way through them had taxed her abilities to the absolute limit. There were times where she had wanted to scurry home and cower behind her father. But her self-esteem would have none of it. Her subconscience pushed her to the max, disiplining her mind and body. Soon the challenges she faced were actually not so hard to tackle, and she started enjoying herself, living in the wild.
Soon living in the wilderness became second nature, even to her guard, Nachel. She began to learn the remedies of the brush, what plants would heal, which ones would kill, and the few rare ones that could cure. By the time she was one hundred and eighty years old, she knew every plant in Alagaësia, and what property's they held. When traveling around, she was able to help others, and she revelled in having that power. She helped any one that might come along, be it may a dragon, gryphon, phoenix, elf, human, a fellow Lycan, or some other creature that is injured, she will stop and help in any way she can, no matter the cost to herself.

Character History:
Mýa was born in a village called Tænia, which is near the city of Sílthrim. The first thing she remembers seeing when she opened her eyes, was her mothers kind smile. Mýa then quickly learned the ways of her people, as the entire village should know. Even as a young pup, she was taught how to defend herself from enemies. Her mentors taught her how to use every inch of her body as a lethal weapon, not just her fangs and claws. They quickly turned her into a dangerous opponent. It was attempted in teaching her how to use the bow, but Mýa never caught the tecnique very well. She learned the basics of sword fighting so she could possibly defend herself if she was alone, but she is no master. Magic came naturally to her, as it does for most of her people. The first time she tried magic was completely by accident. She had been playing a game with a friend and had gotten frustrated because she wasn't winning. A word had leapt unbidden to her lips, and thinking it was only a curse word her mother or father had used while in her presense, she had uttered it. The moment it had flowed from her mouth, her friend had fallen to the ground clutching her heart. Her friend had screamed in pain as blood began to flow from her open mouth. Mýa had just stood there until the situation had hit her smack in the face: Kélia, her best friend since birth, was dieing.
Now that she understood that, she had scooped her friend into her strong arms and pelted through the village to the Healer. He had been able to save Kélia, but at a terrible price. Her dear friend had lost her eyesight, rendering her almost useless to the pack. Loss of sight meant Kélia couldn't hunt, watch the pups, or be a scout. Only at Mýa's insistance did Malichi allow her friend to stay within the pack. What she treasured above all else, though, was that Kéila did not blame her for the loss. They were, if anything, closer than ever before. Although, since then, Mýa has rarely used magic. She prefers to kill her enemies or prey quickly and painlessly than letting them suffer needlessly. She also began to learn medicine remedies. She never again wanted to feel as helpless as she did when Kélia was hurting so. Many thought she was a master in the craft, as she could heal injuries and cure illnesses that dumbfounded Maleck, the present Healer.
While she was out collecting more herbs for a potion she was making, she had come across a very young wolf cub. His eyes and ears were barely open. His coat was dark black, almost heavy it its tone. When he had opened his eyelids and looked at her with bleary eyes, she had stopped and stared. His captivating silver grey eyes were bright and full of intelligance. She had taken him home and cleaned him up. She found that she could understand all the twitches, swishes, flicks, and unmoving looks. He was talking to her using his body language, even at his young age. Taking information from the many moves, she tried to ask him if he would teach her this special language. He had laughed, a short, rasping cough, and had agreed. She had named him Keba, from the Lycan language, meaning; Helper.
After several months of tutoring, she had mastered the art of wolf talk, even the spoken parts. Finding that she enjoyed talking this way, she went away from the village and into the forest, Keba trotting beside her. After waiting patiently, a almost pure white wolf had emerged cautiously from the foliage. After several reasuring yips on Keba's part, the female wolf approached and rubbed against Mýa's leg in greeting. Now she goes almost every day into the forest, with Keba, of course, to talk with various wolves, sometimes with more than one at a time. She found that one or two wolf packs hunted close to the village. She never told her father this information, as he would most likely send soldiers out to have the packs either destroyed or driven away. After several months went by, she decided to ask Kèlöch if he would like to learn wolf talk. He was born mute. Her friend was eager to learn. After introducing him to Keba, they began.
Mýa helped Kèlöch learn the language of the wolves until he could use it as fluently as herself. When she and Keba finished training him, the Lycan princess decided to explore her homeland. She asked her friend if would want to accompany her and Keba in their travels; he politely declined, saying that he did not want to be a burden. Thinking it better not to argue, she dropped the matter. That night, she snuck out of the village with one of her most trusted guards, her weapons, and of course Keba. She had taken no supplies; she wanted to learn how to survive in the wilderness. And oh boy, did she learn. The ordeals she went through strengthened her in ways that would dumbfound her parents.

Skills:
Dagger:
Contrary to her sword, Mýa carries a small jeweled dagger beside her right hip at all times. Even in her hut, it never strays to far from the reach of her arm. A few young jealous Lycan's have tried to kill her to spite her father. She had managed to draw her dagger, twirl it once in her hand, then send it hurtling blade over hilt to sink up to the pommel in their flesh. It's rare the person that could get through her or her guard.

Magic:
The magic Mýa is accustomed to is not like that of the humans, elves, and dragons. Lycan magic is more dark, sinister. This magic is used to conquer, kill, murder, ambush. Although this is the magic her people use, she abhors it, and uses it only when she must.

Sword:
When Mýa venters away from the village without her usual escort, she always carries her hand-and-a-half sword. She is not exceptionally skilled with the blade, but can use it to defend herself until she can howl for help from Nachel, her close friend and guard.

Weapons:
Dagger:
Her two daggers never have left her side since she had started training with them. One resembles a minature replica of her sword, and the other is a lighter version. The lighter version has more of a pale blue tone to its scabbard and blade, and the tiny opal stone set in the pommel is held with small delicate golden ribs, instead of silver.

Magic:
When Mýa casts a spell, the color it projects is either midnight blue or coal black, depending on her mood when she releases the energy. Werewolf magic is a terrible weapon against enemies. It was created by the Ancient Wolf Packs of old to be a way of torture, pain, and suffering.

Sword:
Her sword is pure silver with midnight blue mixed in the cable patterns, creating a shimmering display when she shifts it in the light. The hilt is the shape of a howling wolf, which cups the crossguard in its jaws. Set in the pommel, surrounded by delicate silver ribs, is a midnight blue stone, to dark to be called a deep sapphire yet to light to be called a black diamond. The scabbard is the same shade as the sword.

Weakness/Fear:
Losing her family and friends.

Why his/her Fears exist:
Because if she loses them, she will be alone.

Alignment/Side:
She leans toward the Varden, as they wish to end the need for war and give the land of Alagaësia its freedom again.


I have a feeling I might need to lighten her font color. It seems a little difficult to read to me.