“When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.”
† Basics ;
- Species → Werewolf, Corpus
- Level → Five
- Rank → Alpha
- Age → 37
- Occupation → English Teacher & Principal of Mercy Creek High School.
† Status ;
- Neighborhood → Timberland Cottages, two bedroom - lives alone.
- Residency Status → Resident (19 years).
- Acts of Humanity → 11
- The Animal Within → 1,297
† Personality ;
+ Captivating, eloquent, and individualistic.
- Pompous, moody, perfectionist, and cantankerous.
† History ;
Savanna ran. Every steel cable of self-control that tethered her to her serenity suddenly snapped as if it was an old, rotted string. Every muscle in her body was screaming and sighing simultaneously – begging, pleading, raging for violence – taut and poised for any action she decided upon. Of course the result of the tsunami of conflicting desires was that she was rooted helplessly to the spot, paralyzed as she burned and ached and throbbed for some kind of release. Savanna had always considered herself to be a rational person. She thought it was one of her strengths. Even as a killer, she was methodical… Even-tempered. She had an uncanny ability to predict what people were thinking and so, in some small way, she always felt in control of most social situations. She liked being in control. She liked being rational. Killers, by nature however, aren’t rational. They are instinctual. Supreme predators, using their unparalleled senses to hunt and kill their prey. They’re supremely selfish beings and had no need to be understanding or merciful, acting without conscience or consequence. And that’s the thing. Savanna Cruz, daughter and killer of Corpus’ former Alpha, was never fond of the act of killing. But she was, and still is, fond of power.
Her life began with a decision. A quick summary for the story? Once upon a time, a little girl mourned for her family. Once upon a time, she found the cause of it. Once upon a time, she turned against him. But killing the one man who helped her was not part of that plan. This isn’t a story about how family conquers all however, nor how good always prevails over evil. At twelve, she was a rebellious kid with more than one special thing about her, but still nothing to indicate the panjandrum of infamy she would soon command. It was well-remembered how her dark brown eyes shone bright with childlike mischief, how her smile was cheeky in its roguishness, how her cheekbones and angular jaw were still preternatural and premature. Driven and daring, she had a self-generated urge and determination with which she discovered the world and herself. Her father chose her out of her brothers, leaving them with a mentally unstable mother. He trained and polished her battle moves, perfected her shifts during the winters, and made her into a silent killer. But he invoked a part of Savanna that should have been kept hidden for the sake of his own life. Once a daughter who did everything her father told her to do, Savanna found that she wanted one thing her father was standing in the way from: her father’s best friend and her own mentor, Corpus’ Alpha.
The terrible claws of a need for power dug deeply into her chest, and the concept of what was right and what was wrong deserted her. All of her past choices were made from the standpoint of satisfying the everlasting sense of revenge — the one she’d carried with her for years. They were based on the trauma of her past, which made them all shaky, unstable and tragically flimsy. If only she wasn’t engulfed with the haze of her power-hungry personality, if only she’d toned it down just a little bit, maybe her mentor would still be leading his pack with an iron fist. But Savanna looks back at her past as a reminder of how far she has come, at the little figure of her younger self, the self of the distant past still untainted by a corrupted soul. But to her, the conversations, the memories seem ethereal at this point in her life. As if they were things that happened under cloak of darkness, that are now vanquished by the sun. Like confessions, and admissions, and honesty. And now that she’s Corpus’ Alpha, Savanna doesn’t plan on letting anyone strip her of her new title.
† Connections ;
Her younger brother, but seemingly more capable brother Samson, the one with the potential and the expectations, had walked out of the ashes of devastation, scarred and shaken. He had his very foundations of trust and belief in others, especially Savanna, and let himself be torn down. He had been stripped bare of all he thought was true in this world and had been reborn in a wash of blood and hurt, fire and ice, and now he stood as someone new and infinitely stronger. Thankfully however, Savanna believes her brother has no intention on trying to fight for a spot as Alpha; which is more than alright with her.
When Savanna looks at her youngest brother Sebastian now, she doesn’t see the fragile, weak boy who ruined helplessly stayed behind Samson’s shadow. She sees a man who struggled against the darkness inside himself and fought with all his might to change. It makes feel guilty however, but only a little, because she made him stay with a mother who couldn’t take care of even herself. At the time, Savanna wasn’t trying to choose between her brothers and their father. But it was a choice between her brothers and her power-hungry self, and the demon won and would have gone on winning no matter what she did. Although the relationship between the two was never a good one, the two manage better than Savanna and Samson. But now with Sebastian’s current want to become Corpus’ Alpha, proclaiming he’s the true heir of the Cruz siblings, Savanna knows she has to silence him one way or another. No matter what it takes.
Her face claim is Lana Parrilla and she is currently open.