Paragon // folami }{ who the hell am I?

[I L Y I C H]

Paragon - a model or pattern of excellence or of a particular excellence


Can you name your demon? Understand its scheming?
I raise my glass and say 'here's to you'
Can you chase your demon? Or will it take your freedom?
I raise my glass and say 'here's to you'

Gender: female
Age: 2 years
Species: Folami

Eye color: lavender
Body Build: lanky, long legged, not very imposing
Fur Length: medium
Spay/Neutered/Sterile: Nope
In-Depth Physical Appearance:
Yearling sized body. She will never grow out of this form due to a genetic problem formed with human tampering in her DNA strand. Her pelt is a shock of medium length snow white strands. Its soft to the touch, though it grows courser the closer it gets to her skin. Her eyes are a soft pinkish shade of lavander. Despite her size and body structure the woman as learned how to fight with it using cunning agility and sheer fearlessness to drive enemies backward.

Mother: -
Father: -
Siblings: -
Friends: nope
Mate: nope
Children: nope

Trained?: Yes
Opposing the feline massacre?: yes
Personality:

If I speak ill please humor me, wont rant on endlessly

Quiet and self assured. She fears nothing because she doesn't care if she dies. Death isn't something she fears, in fact the only thing she fears are Humans. And anything they control so easily as their car's and their monsters. Paragon is a stoic personality, at least outwardly. There is nothing that can break through that calm expressionless mask. From the outside at least. She is the ice queen. Unimpressed by anything around her, after all someone made it so why should she be impressed?

Like playdough could be interesting in any way.

Just thought I'd try to make you see...

she doesn't mean half the blunt course things she says, though she tends to pretend she didn't say them. She isn't one to make up for anything she says or doe, because she never regrets what those things may be. She has never understood why beasts made such and effort to repair the things they did. If theydidn't mean it why the hell did they do it or say it in the first place? Useless words are things to be burnt and ignored. Useless actions a thing to scoff and frown at. Everything had consaquences, so make th damn action worth the risk of the after effects.

It doesn't solve a thing to dress it in a pretty gown

On the inside she is constantly questioning. Her DNA was born from the white pelted being so high above. Did that make her his daughter or his sister? His likeness or his twin? Was she just him reborn.Was she not herself at all? So many questions with so many dreadful silent answer. Because there were no answers. Nothing t console her frightened heart with. Nothing to ease her fears and worries. There is nothing an animal craves more the freedom and independence. And he had iether due to the blatant fact that she was unsure of the number of occupents in her body.

A stone will not need you to guess if your still gonna drown

She hates her felow folami. She hates herself. She hates humans. Her hate is a vortexthat doesn't let go. She suffered much of the same human 'tests' as her genes origonal founder but she did not take them lightly. She did not suffer through them, she plotted through them. Her fast clever mind brought her out and away. Paragon is not a being wh gives up, and nor is she th kind to turn away from a path once she has started to follow it. Everything she does she believes is right. Everything she does is exactly what she wants to be. She cares little about outward apperances, after all if they wanted to make snap judgments who was she to turn them away.She would just watch, observe with her silent nobel expression as she contorted internally to the pace of a heart that may not belong to her alone.

After all if she where one clone ow many others could there be?

Still part of the pack?: no
History:

Now i'm standing on the roof top ready to fall

She was born. She had no mother no father no siblings. She had been created. Born from a single hair follicle stolen from a white dying beast. Only three strands were altered. Gender. Size. Eye color. Only to see if it could be done. They failed many times, and every time she died, a human made soul with no where to go back back into that damn blackness.

So many times, how many test tubes metal pincers and deaths would it take to bring this being into life? This near perfect clone of the first male... And finally, less then a year before the thunderhead turned black over the wild she was born. Her pale purple eyes stayed open and staring, bubbles streaming from her jaws as they hauled the awkwardly sized animal from the goo that suspended her.

I think I'm at the edge now but I could be wrong

How odd was it to be born with the body of a yearling. She didn't know where such a form came from, the other times she had breathed so briefly she had been much smaller. So much smaller. But the humans had seen that the size link was the problem, her body had killed her with that protein chain. So they repaired it, and so was born the white pelted woman, a yearling with the mind of a new born. But she learned swiftly. Oh she learned swiftly.

She learned that the world was broken, that uhmans where monsters, that nothing could be trusted, and no one could be relied upon. Paragon was subjected to a life of medical research for the first year of her life, forced under needles and knives and all sorts of horrable objects that rended her skin and tore her to pieces. She learned that people where bad and that humans took glee from suffering. Her maimed body was proof enough for that.

I took one last look from the heights that I once loved

Paragon was the first cloned canine to sucessfully pass every test the humans set before her. One issue being her body. SHe had the body of a yearling, wiry and long legged,a nd it did not change. It did not grow, nor shrink. She wold be stuck in a yearling form until the day she died, the humans decided. They began to think her stupid, thinking her mind was back in lockdown wiht her body. But it wasn't and she learned.

She learned horrible things.

How where you supose to act when you were just a copy? How was she to know what emotions where hers and what had come from the origonal owner of her DNA. Did she have her own personality or was it someone elses? So many questions that racked her day and night. At the age of one and a half the humans took her for a trial run, in the wood. Far from the other folami out of fear that they would take the animal in and she would not come back to them. The stupid ones did that some times. It was all nonsence really.

Paragon would never join them.

And then I ran like hell

She wasn't stupid, she wasn't slow, and she wasn't wasting any of the weak sun light she had left. With a single leap she was 40 feet from her 'caretakers'. Within the time it took them to yell she was a hundered yards from her jailers. And by the time they started after her in their jeep she was a quarter of a mile away from those demons. She would never go back. Never go anywhere neer them again. Monsters, demons, kilers, sadists. Her mind screamed as she shot away. They didn't find her. They never found her. She escaped and was free.

The collar hanging around her neck and the horrable scars cursing ehr body were the only tokens she had of them. Tokens she could do nothing to rid herself of. The tight slim leather band around her throat held a small metal plate screwed into its side that read - # 332. But they had called her something else besides that number, Paragon. One without equal. The ideal monster.

They lost their paragonic little monster.

Songs Used:
Poets of the fall - illusion and dream
Rise against - Ready to fall