Post by Viatus on May 30, 2009 11:00:53 GMT
Wolf Form.
[/u][/center]Back To Basics...
[/center][/size]Name;:Viatus (Vai-at-eus)
Gender;: Male
Age;: 3 1/2 years
Pack Member or Loner?;: Loner - Currently in search of Pack
It's All In The Fur...
[/center][/size]Pelt Colour;: Almost completely black, paws fade into gray. The tip of his tail also fades into gray.
Pawpads;: Maroon
Eye Colour;: Yellowish/Almost orange
Height;:"Royal Wolf" Size: 7.5 feet in length, 3.5 feet in hight. (To shoulder)
Build;: Rather muscular, somewhat slim.
Physical Description;: Viatus is as his name describes, an animal built for the only purpose of damage and destruction. His black fur is perfect for blending into the darkness, and his lightly glowing eyes give him a nightmarish look as he moves. He has collected many scars over the years of fighting, leaving him looking like a wolf that does not tolerate any foolish acts toward him.
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Those Voices In Your Head...
[/center][/size]Personality;:Viatus is not easily trusting, this often makes him come off as rude or violent. However, he is very quiet and rather skittish of other wolves that approach him, thus he struggles in making contact with others. Even when managing to make a slight acquaintance, he grows rather protective but not in a outright way: he tends to follow this person for a long stretch of time, avoiding contact until trouble arrives.
His temper often gets the best of him, causing spurts of rage that can easily turn things for the worse. This rage is often directed more at dogs than other wolves due to past experience.
Hopes;:
- To have a true friend.
- To find a pack that trusts and respects him for something more than his strength.
- To find someone that he will want to defend with his life.
Fears;:
- Turning into the monster that he is named for.
- To forever be a loner.
- To be taken back by the humans that harmed him.
Dreams;:
- To protect.
- To be free.
- To someday be seen as someone's hero.
Goals:
Short Term-
Find a pack
Become trusted.
Long-term -
To find a mate.
To end his nightmares.
To move up to an alpha.
The Past Is The Past...
[/center][/size]History;:Viatus past is a bloody one, he was stolen from his family as a cub by humans and then dragged far from his homeland. He was then used for pure entertainment, forced to fight dogs and other wolves. He rose to the highest of ranks, and was pitted against more than one opponent, this soon drove him to kill every dog or wolf he was pitted against, and out of sheer starvation: devour their carcasses even before the match even ended.
Yet, one night he killed one of the foolish humans that had teased him with the food he so desperately wanted. He was then beaten and thrown into the wilderness, leaving him a loner.
Ever since learning of how other wolves lived and worked, he wished to join a pack of his own, to finally belong somewhere and make up for the terrible things he had done.
Family;:He has no recollection of his mother or father, being taken even before he could remember their sent. He can only remember his mother's name, uttered to him only once in his lifetime.
Mother;: Akora
Father;: Uknown
Siblings;: Unknown
Mate;: None at the moment.
Anything Else You Wanna Say?...
[/center][/size]Sample Introduction;: Echoes in the night, symphonies of sound and thought. Viatus listened to these, quiet and calm at the edge of the trees. Somewhere deep in the back of his mind he remembered what these howls sounded like, but they were closer, more familiar than they were now. He felt as if they were beyond reach now, denying him, mocking him of a life he had be denied.
He shifted to lay down amongst the dew-laden grass, closing his eyes and simply listening to the song of the world around him. It was so beautiful, no screams, clangs or shrieks to hinder the almost whimsical atmosphere. Perhaps it was a good time to rest here, to calm his nerves of what to do next time he came across someone, and of what food there was here to obtain.
The wind flowed around him, pulling with it the whispers of howls from far away, slowly this lulled him to sleep, carrying him in a memory that had so long been forgotten.
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Edit Done: Slight name change for confusion reasons.
