Trump Description:
Leaning against an old oak and talking on a cellular phone is a tall, slim young woman, early 20's, with icy green eyes and fiery red curls of hair half-way down her back. Her long-sleeved white robe/dress ends a hands-spread above her knees and is covered with black bordered golden runes. She is surrounded by three huge red-furred wolves, all sitting or laying down, staring out toward the viewer. A sprite sits on one of the wolves combing its fur.
Father: Prince Damh, the Fey, of Crimson, son of Queen Titania (sister of Oberon).
Mother: Felicia Greystone, Director of the Arcane Arts - London University.
*Note* Felicia is a hereditary wyrwolf, but Destiny (except for her canines)
shows no signs of lycanthropy... yet.
History:
So, you want to know a little about me... Alright, my name is Destiny Greystone, my mother is, or rather was, Felicia Greystone, Director of the Arcane Arts - London University, my father... Prince Damh of Crimson, a son of Queen Titania, who is the daughter of Dworkin, creator of Pattern and the Universe... Early on, I learned that Felicia was not my father's first mate. He had two children from his first, a son named Chance and a daughter named Bliss. We, his three children, often played with the Sidhe, the Seelie, and the Pack in the woods in and around Crimson... Our influence over shadow getting us into plenty of trouble even before the first of us set foot upon the Pattern. I remember one time Chance and Bliss managed to get me lost in shadow... but that's another tale for another time... Time... time... Years later my magical aptitude came out... I studied the Arcane Arts at London University, graduating first in my class. Everyone thought my mother *arranged* that... until I proved otherwise...Mother was so agitated she kept slipping into Were-form for several days afterwards... Did I mention she's a hereditary werewolf? I set out on my own for a time, mostly exploring what shadow had to offer. I picked the perfect time to come home... Crimson was attacked by the "door people"... our Pattern was...?destroyed?... but I managed, somehow, to teleport thru one of their doors... to their world... Omphalos... I've seen them destroy another universe since then, not one like my beloved homeland. Maybe I'll tell you about it one day... But not today... Today they plan to attack another universe... *Amber*... Death and destruction seem to be all they understand...
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