Hróðvitnisson family

Honestly you people are going to be the death of me... Lunar explained it well, so I think I'll just leave this here.....

Name: Dyani Vetur Vilisdottir

Personality: -Defiant, aggressive, chaotic, unstable, slightly violent, standoffish, grudgingly social, attentive, sharp witted-

With her life starting out rough from the start, her mother not really appreciating her and preferring her sibling(s) to her for reasons she couldn't decipher. So, she had to become quite closed off and strong to survive for longer than the day after she was weaned. Over time, she did not talk very often to anyone and preferred to remain away from those who tormented her endlessly. Why this happened to her she still didn't know, but she fails to care anymore. The only one she can truly seem to trust is her brother Ullr, who she became extremely protective of and will kill for if required. Maybe it's due to his traumatized mind from the tortures he endures at the hand of the pack, maybe it's because he was the only one who was kind to her, she won't, or can't, say.
She's got a volatile temper, and she's a little unstable when it comes to her control over it. If someone crosses an invisible line she's drawn in the dirt between them, she will attack them with as much power behind her fangs and claws as she can muster. There are times where she just wakes up angry and goes about silently loathing the existence of everything and wishing everyone would drop dead. Her emotions roil about under her pelt like a thunderhead, and she can be set off by anything; whether she begin to maul your face or sob hysterically or dissolve into a fit of giggling.
Dyani has a hard time with others, seeing only faces with an ability to hurt her at will or hurt those she loves. So she can seem a little awkward, or even cold and distant, depending on the situation. However, this doesn't mean she won't be around others, she'll get out with the world often, but won't be quick to get into a deep conversation or open up.
The girl's mind is an infinite cosmos of thoughts and opinions, things she's picked up from over the course of her short life, and what she remembers. It's a horrid burden, to remember everything anyone has done or said to you, to see the way others regard you in their faces and have it haunt you. However, it can be useful when receiving battle training, or remembering what you can and can't eat in a desperate situation. She also never forgets a face or name, although at times she may act like she has to avoid any unfavourable situation.
However, it's not impossible to get her out of her shell. If you can coax her into it, she'll have a whole bunch of fun with you and play about, run around a field, or swim in the ocean. Her brother has a knack for this, getting her to slide down muddy hills and mess around. She sometimes even forgets to be cold and closed off, and will even laugh like a happy child and frolic until it dawns on her again not everyone can be trusted.

Alignment: Chaotic neutral.

Design: Extremely rough design link. (And yes I'm sure that does look familiar to some of you)

Size: Probably 34 inches when fully grown, about 90-100 pounds or so.

RP Sample: Pale paws would strike the terra as she followed the strange siblings of hers up the beach. Sticking close to her brother's side, cerulean optics would survey the landscape for threats or dangers to either of them. The dark fur along her spine remained partially raised as she warily stalked along at the large male's side. She couldn't doubt he was related to her, they had the same eyes, the same strange ivory coat. A sigh would shudder through her ribs, her ebony tail flicking against her heels in irritation and anxiety. Slowly, she would look over her shoulder at her brother and flatten her obsidian audits to her cranium nervously.
"I don't trust them.."
She would murmur, voice low and tinged with a growl. Stepping closer, her flank would slide reassuringly against his side. Her crown would lower to touch upon the top of his head as she continued to watch around them. The alabaster man who seemed to be leading them was not altogether the largest of them, but he seemed confident in himself.
"It's okay Dya, they're our brothers."
He assured his sister, bumping his shoulder against hers and smiling. The pale lass would frown, nibbling on his ear absently.
"Or so they say... Mother also said she would take care of me, but we all know how that went."
She would mutter irritably in response, the dark fur on her spine rising for a moment before flattening slightly once more. Her icy gaze would return to the behemoth at their side, who kept sneaking glances at them, worried ones. Rising to her full, meager height, the lass would try and put a better wall between her brother and any threats she could discern. Crown would be raised proudly as she strode along with tensed muscles and ears flattened against her skull. She couldn't trust anyone, not quite yet.

Plans: She and Ullr (her bro) are going to be really close from birth, so she'll stick with him until he does something to push her away or she gets kidnapped or something of the sort. She'll probably be inducted into the organization of Nall because it suits her. Other than that, meet family, be her somewhat terrifying self, etc.