◊◊ Winter ◊ Tolliver ◊ Saskia ◊◊

[Winter]

A WARNING TO EVERYONE. Winters history and Winter in general can be slightly unnerving. There is mention of sexual assault, violent abuse, and other things that could potentially upset whomever may read this. While I do appreciate criticism with all of my characters, I will not tolerate anything said by anyone that claims that reading this has upset them and that I must take it down, or anything of a similar sort.
You have been warned, read at your own risk.
I hope you enjoy ^^

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Im not crazy. Im not crazy. Im not crazy. Im not crazy. Im not crazy.
Im not crazy.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity...

E X I S T E N C E.

CLASSIFACATION ; ; European wolf.
IDENTIFACTAION ; ; Winter Tolliver Saskia.
KNOWN ◊ AS ; ; Winter.
PET ◊ NAMES ; ; Anything hurtful.
GENDER ; ; Winter is seen as and sees herself as female.
SEXUAL ◊ ORIENTATION ; ; Asexual Heterosexual.
BIRTH ; ; Three years ago, in late March.
POSITION ; ; Tracker.

COLORATION ; ; Winters coat is pure, unadulterated white. Shockingly bright, the ivory locks have trouble blending in with anything and everything, giving her away easily. However, despite being completely white everywhere else, Winter has a slightly darker pearl shade on her ears--Hardly noticeable. Usually, Winter has some sort of mud or sand tangled up in her snarled coat, which offers a bit of contrast to her pallid appearance.

LENGTH ; ; Winters fur always looks longer than it is, lying flat against her form. The soft locks cling to water, mud, and other such things, and despite being shorter than it appears, her coat is often tangled. Naturally sleek regardless of the layered edges, Winter always looks small and fragile.

MARKINGS ; ; Winter has numerous scars, but they’re completely hidden from view under her bright pelt. Regular nicks, cuts, bites, and even burns have been quickly concealed by her fast growing fur.

EYE ◊ COLOR ; ; Frosty green, Winter has eyes that resemble frozen moss in Winter, which is part of her namesake. Silver cracks run through the irises like lightning, the metallic color appearing as though it was shattering her eyes. Winter naturally has large eyes--and massive pupils--, contributing to her perfect vision, which comes in handy while tracking prey.

BUILD ; ; Winter has very little muscle, her body a slender and bony mess. She has no curves, and has stick legs that protrude from her slim body in a way that seems almost painful. Despite her sickly aura and appearing to be painfully skinny, Winter is actually pretty healthy, and would last longer than you would think in a fight. Due to her extreme lightness in weight, Winter has become a swift goddess of stealth.

FRAGRANCE ; ; Winter has a dull, numbing kind of scent that’s hard to place. A floral cross between damp earth and lilacs almost, but with a strange, unsettling scent underneath it all. Slightly pleasant, but mostly nerve-wracking, similar to the rest of Winter.

P A S T

HISTORY ; ; Winter was born alone, in early spring while there was still frost on the ground. She slid out of her mother, body immediately convulsing as the cool air wrapped itself around her damp, frail body.
Winter was the first pup her mother had ever been able to birth--Despite her trying for so many years—and she still treated her sole child like shit. Her father wasn’t much better, throwing slurred insults at her as long as before her ears unfurled themselves and began to work.
As soon as she could move around and out of the den, her father started to lay his paws on her, throwing her around like a ragdoll despite how weak she already was. It was as if the man that had given her life wanted to take it away, and her mother did nothing to stop it, encouraging it even.
Seldom was she released before the proper amount of bruises and lumps were dealt out, the wounds so tender she began to lose sleep. This all happened before she was a yearling, causing her mental damage that was irreversible without either of her so called parents realizing it.
Winter was never taught anything, and was forbidden to leave the secluded spot that was the family den. She had no social interactions with anyone but her parents, so her attitude became eternally submissive. She constantly dreamed of romping around with the other pups in camp, often watching them when they rolled around closer to her den.
When she could finally form words, she begged her parents to let her play with the other pups at camp, tag swaying hopefully.
Never again did she ask something of her parents.
Tossed into the air and then thrown to the ground, Winter could only cry as her father picked her up and tossed her away, her frail body slamming into a rock. It was a wonder nothing was broken, but her cries were finally loud enough to be noticed by the other wolves at camp.
She was then taken away for a while, left alone with a nanny while the alpha sorted things out with her parents. The night before, Winter had been viciously threatened by her father, spittle flying from his jowls as he explained that if she revealed anything he would beat her into her own private grave.
Out of fear, Winter said nothing when wolves questioned her, shaking her head softly until they stopped. Because she wouldn’t fess up, the alpha was forced to return her to her parents since he found no way of proving what was happening.
Stuck back at her grave, Winter suffered through the beatings silently, the punishments becoming worse as her parents started to set fire to a strange plant and inhale the fumes around her, the leftover smoke blackening her lungs as she was forced to sit there and take it all.
By the time she was a yearling, Winter began to run away and avoid her father, his mind too clouded to keep up with her and focus on beating her. She ran to the alpha one time, explaining about the strange plant that her parents were smoking.
Before the alpha could do anything about it though, Winters parents deserted the pack, dragging her along with them. As soon as they settled down--far from their old pack, right on the edge of a river--, Winter was given the most brutal beating of her short life, skull bleeding profusely as she was left there for the night.
After she could hear nothing but snoring from both parents, Winter dragged herself over to the river, trying to see herself as best she could. One eye was swollen shut, completely blocking her vision. She was sure her leg was close to broken, if it wasn’t already, but the most she could do about it was wrap a stick up next to it as best she could.
That night, she passed out crying by the river, waking up to see her parents had left to explore. Taking the time to bathe her various wounds, Winter found a particularly sharp rock. And, a thought, finally occurred to her.
At first, it was difficult trying to get anything out of it, but soon she managed to set it at an angle and throw herself onto it, or drag her thigh across the sharp point.
Winter watched with satisfaction as her pristine coat matted with blood, the red slowly leaking out of her body and into the water when she bathed again and checked for any significant damage like she always did. She got a strange sort of comfort from it, repeating the actions whenever she could.
Her parents returned later, hardly able to stand up straight. They fell down and passed out as soon as they arrived, leaving again the next morning. Winter took the time to continue drawing patterns of blood out of herself, relaxing as she was finally left alone.
Eventually, Winter was able to meet the pack that she had unknowingly become a part of, as they came over to her spot by the river. As she turned her swollen face to them, they surrounded her and waited for her parents to return.
Apparently, punishment was much more severe in this pack.
A years banishment.
Winter avoided her mother as she heard of the news, but she was suddenly overcome with this feeling of safety. She wouldn’t see her father for a year. However, while she didn’t see her father, she saw her mother return late into the night with random wolves, hushed giggles waking her up over and over.
Eventually, Winter started to sleep with a kind old wolf that was near her mothers den, whom she called Holt. Holts was where she was consistently fed. And safe.
While the abuse of her parents was now gone, it was replaced with the bullying of her peers. She didn’t know how to behave--She was different. Eternally submissive, Winter could only take their words silently, quivering as they launched insults.
Eventually, the words started to turn into shoves, and then progressed into ganging up and beating the shit out of her. Towards the end of the year, a rude brute walked past as shoved her into the river, jumping in after her and crying for help.
When the alphas came to question her and the brute, she remained silent while he exaggerated it to the point of a suicide attempt. It made little, if any sense, but they accepted it nonetheless. That night, she was left alone with the Lead Healer, who curled up next to her and made sure she didn’t attempt anything.
Returning to her den with Holt, Winter gradually started to integrate herself back into pack life. She was already labeled as a freak, but now she was the suicide freak.
Her mother did nothing to console her daughter, instead practically giving her up to Holt. The old wolf regularly took time out of his day to ask her about hers, forcing her to speak about whatever issues had arisen so she could get it all off her chest, doing all of this without any violence.
She was so safe with Holt, and life didn’t seem so bad around him. She was safe now, and that’s what mattered.
Or so she thought.
Eventually, Holt tried exactly what he had been waiting to do. Older than two years now, Winter took another morning walk with Holt, and like always they got as far from the pack as they could. However, things this time took a turn for the worse.
Somehow, Holt had gotten ahold of chains that were used on dogs, and did he ever treat Winter like a dog.
Suddenly tackling her, Holt managed to get something to block her vision and chain her up, before he violated her so gruesomely she was constantly on the verge of blacking out--Though he never let her, waking her up enough so she could suffer through the sexual torment.
She was never released from the chains, and she was completely helpless. Holt would bring small scraps to feed her and keep her alive for his pleasure, but he would do nothing else. Eventually, she stopped trying to resist the assaults, so as to avoid the extreme beatings along with the daily rapes.
This occurred for a while, and soon she began to lose track of time. She didn’t know how long she had been there, but soon the scouts that had been sent out found her.
They wasted no time slaughtering Holt in front of Winter.
All of the abuse, and the cruel things she had witnessed started to drive her to the edge of insanity, though she lasted for quite some time. However, as her fathers sentence came closer to ending, Winter attempted suicide for real, heading to the small waterfall that was nearby and leaping off of it.
To her disbelief, she survived with little wounds. This only made things worse, and when she was found washed up on the shore the next morning, her sanity completely snapped. She lashed out at everyone, attacking all of the wolves that tried to come any closer to her.
Before they could do anything to ‘help’ her, Winter sprinted from the camp, running and running until she could run no more.

S O N A O F M E N T A L I T Y

PERSONALITY ; ; Volatile and detached, Winter is a spontaneous mess of insanity. The trauma of her life has turned her into a hollow shell of emotionless delirium, in which she constantly attempts suicide. Shrill screams tear out of her throat in the middle of the night, the horrid nightmares racking her body with anxiety and fear, sweat drenching her skinny body like water. Most days, Winter is mellow and unresponsive. She laughs easily, but it’s not comforting-- more unsettling really. Winter shies away from strangers, as well as wolves she has come to know. Despite her way of avoiding others, she loves to think about them. Winter can be very easygoing, and carry on a conversation happily on her good days. On bad days though, she detaches herself from anyone and everyone, usually becoming extremely violent towards anyone that approaches her. Even though she is labeled as “A nutter”, she is extremely intelligent, surprising many wolves with her intellect. Winter is also extremely aggressive, however more passive so. However, the anger does break through sometimes, and she will attempt to harm someone fatally. When she isn’t doing anything to take up her time, she wanders around the courtyard, moving delicately around the trees in a sinister dance that gives others the willies.

INFATUATION ; ; Caro.

LOVER ; ; In the most innocent way, Winters lover is Caro.

OFFSPRING ; ; She’d abandon any pups.

FRIENDSHIPS ; ;
◊ CARO
◊ THE VOICES

RIVALRIES ; ; As far as she's concerned, everyone, but mostly anybody she has ever met in the past.

BIOLOGICAL ◊ FAMILY ; ; Left behind in the chaos of her mind.


THEME ; ; Soley - Pretty Face

[Maverick]

Murr love the bio<33

[Cassiel]

HNNNG<333

i love her so much ;o;

[Verine]

Glad you love it bb!<333333

AND GOOD IM SO HAPPY I HAVE YOUR APPROVAL<33

[Jeamesero]

Hdhr, WINTER'S UP!! SHE'S COOL, HURR <3333

[Guest]

I already saw her bio but still, it´s every friggin time interesting (and cool cx) to read through her bio :3 Very good job bb!<33

[Verine]

Thanks guys<3333333
Iloveyou. x3

[Guest]

A beautiful charrie ^^

Looks like Sirius' gonna rub it in again XD

[Verine]

Thanks love<33
And I cant wait to roleplay her with all of you .3.

[Verine]

I've also updated Winter, even though its still p. ugly. cx
But ye. Now all my bios look mostly the same c':
<3

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