Werewolf Ettelo
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Character description
It was a thunder- stricken afternoon on Monday, May 24, 2004. Olette, (often known as Hermione) was making her way down the cold, stone steps of Hogwarts, carrying nothing but a purse in her right hand. She walked shyly down the road, making her way slowly back to her house. It was summer break and she hated it. She hated home. There was something that frightened her there. It wasn’t her parents, or her house; it was the towering woods that lurked in her backyard. Everyday she’d dread coming home and exclaim when she left. The woods left nothing but frightening memories that stayed with her like a demon that wouldn’t leave. It seemed like yesterday when everything happened.
-She was taking her usual, happy walks through the forest with her grandma like always. She was only 7 years old, not a care in the world as she gazed upon the large trees and bright yellow flowers that rubbed against her legs and she hopped and skipped, holding her grandmother’s hand tightly. They usually stayed out in the forest for a long time every night, being only summer and the nights being very short and subtle. She was smiling as the green leaves toppled onto her head and the way her feet crunched when she cracked a twig on the ground. But something was different. She thought it might have been dementor attack, experiencing one when she was only 3 years old. But this was different. It wasn’t actual cold, it was chilling, the type that sent rambunctious shivers up your spine. But she kept walking. Nothing ever went wrong with her- nothing. But a noise startled her. She looked around, and down at her hand, to see that her grandmother was no longer holding it. In fact, she was nowhere to be seen. Darkness seemed to be circling around her like a blanket, smothering her in all directions. The wind picked up and she shouted as a tooth the size of a blade, carved into her grandmother’s neck, warm blood flowing form her neck. She yelled, as the monster came nearer to her. Her grandmother was dead. A vampire attack was all that was left in her memory of her grandmother. She witnessed the death. One thestral too many to see.
She still stood there, coughing and gagging and crying, as a circle darkness made it’s way even closer to her. She backed up, but fell, tripping over her grandma and laying beside her, seeing her gray eyes, opened wide staring back at her. She looked up into the eyes of hatred, not a vampire, but a werewolf, coming closer so she could see the cut marks near its face, it’s large eyes, and small silver hairs, protruding from all over it’s body. The werewolf attacked. It bit, nearly slaughtered her, until nothing was left but what seemed to be a rag lying on the forest floor. She woke up at dawn the next morning, everything still overcast and rainy. Her grandmother still lying next to her, dead. She pulled up her shirt to see a gash; at least a foot long, covered with dried blood and newly formed skin. This was it. She was a werewolf now. Next full moon, she’d lose her mind and her identity to something other than herself. She was no longer Olette. She was Ettelo from then on. Her life changed in a split second. No more holding her grandmother’s sweet weathered hand. She was gone, Olette was gone, and Ettelo was born. -
She was barely home, after being walking for three hours straight. She looked into the sky to see the full moon uncovering itself like a maid had just dusted it clean. It shone on her face. She could hear the howls. Pain, desperation, agony. Everything she felt. She looked up and howled. She was Ettelo again. She dropped her purse and smiled, howls of pure pain erupting from her mouth. This time of night brought back the memory that changed her life. She couldn’t change anything. Memories never fade. She didn’t care what anyone said. She was scared, terrorized, yet utterly satisfied, smelling the flesh of nearby humans. She looked forward with her cold, black eyes and began defying her senses to the other side of herself. She night was full, the sky was dark, and she was Ettelo once again.
I'm a stitch away from making it,
And a scar away from falling apart,
Blood cells pixelate and eyes dilate,
And the full moon pills got me out,
On the streets at night.
-She was taking her usual, happy walks through the forest with her grandma like always. She was only 7 years old, not a care in the world as she gazed upon the large trees and bright yellow flowers that rubbed against her legs and she hopped and skipped, holding her grandmother’s hand tightly. They usually stayed out in the forest for a long time every night, being only summer and the nights being very short and subtle. She was smiling as the green leaves toppled onto her head and the way her feet crunched when she cracked a twig on the ground. But something was different. She thought it might have been dementor attack, experiencing one when she was only 3 years old. But this was different. It wasn’t actual cold, it was chilling, the type that sent rambunctious shivers up your spine. But she kept walking. Nothing ever went wrong with her- nothing. But a noise startled her. She looked around, and down at her hand, to see that her grandmother was no longer holding it. In fact, she was nowhere to be seen. Darkness seemed to be circling around her like a blanket, smothering her in all directions. The wind picked up and she shouted as a tooth the size of a blade, carved into her grandmother’s neck, warm blood flowing form her neck. She yelled, as the monster came nearer to her. Her grandmother was dead. A vampire attack was all that was left in her memory of her grandmother. She witnessed the death. One thestral too many to see.
She still stood there, coughing and gagging and crying, as a circle darkness made it’s way even closer to her. She backed up, but fell, tripping over her grandma and laying beside her, seeing her gray eyes, opened wide staring back at her. She looked up into the eyes of hatred, not a vampire, but a werewolf, coming closer so she could see the cut marks near its face, it’s large eyes, and small silver hairs, protruding from all over it’s body. The werewolf attacked. It bit, nearly slaughtered her, until nothing was left but what seemed to be a rag lying on the forest floor. She woke up at dawn the next morning, everything still overcast and rainy. Her grandmother still lying next to her, dead. She pulled up her shirt to see a gash; at least a foot long, covered with dried blood and newly formed skin. This was it. She was a werewolf now. Next full moon, she’d lose her mind and her identity to something other than herself. She was no longer Olette. She was Ettelo from then on. Her life changed in a split second. No more holding her grandmother’s sweet weathered hand. She was gone, Olette was gone, and Ettelo was born. -
She was barely home, after being walking for three hours straight. She looked into the sky to see the full moon uncovering itself like a maid had just dusted it clean. It shone on her face. She could hear the howls. Pain, desperation, agony. Everything she felt. She looked up and howled. She was Ettelo again. She dropped her purse and smiled, howls of pure pain erupting from her mouth. This time of night brought back the memory that changed her life. She couldn’t change anything. Memories never fade. She didn’t care what anyone said. She was scared, terrorized, yet utterly satisfied, smelling the flesh of nearby humans. She looked forward with her cold, black eyes and began defying her senses to the other side of herself. She night was full, the sky was dark, and she was Ettelo once again.
I'm a stitch away from making it,
And a scar away from falling apart,
Blood cells pixelate and eyes dilate,
And the full moon pills got me out,
On the streets at night.
Statistics
| Total loot: | 26,117.94 kgs of flesh |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 19 |
| Fights: | 140 |
| Victories: | 27 |
| Defeats: | 113 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 0.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 3,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 2190.99 |
| Damage from enemies: | 22035.07 |
The attributes of Ettelo:
| Character level: | Level 13 |
| Strength: |    (25) |
| Defence: | (24) |
| Agility: | (22) |
| Stamina: | (19) |
| Dexterity: | (19) |
| Experience: |   (839|845) |
The ancestral site statistics of Ettelo
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
The sentinel of Ettelo
| Sentinel breed: | Hound |
| Sentinel name: | Hound |
| Attack: | (6) |
| Defence: | (6) |
| Stamina: | (6) |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | < 15 Years |
| Hometown: | Raceland |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Ettelo has not yet achieved a special arena rank.