Post by brutalis on Jan 20, 2012 20:19:10 GMT -5
-Your Info-
Your ooc name: Tasha
Your activity level: Moderate to Heavy
Your characters: Brutalis Silveria Nightshade
-Pack Info-
Pack Name: Segarceos
Pack Alignment: Evil
Pack Beliefs: As founded by this female, this pack will be a largely matriarchal society, almost amazonian. Females held in the highest regard, with males placed as little more than slaves, whose only purposes would be to babysit the pups while the hunting parties are out, and to produce the next generation of strong warrior females. This pack knows the value of the females, who are most definately not the weaker sex as so many others seem to think they are. Females who have previously been mistreated will usually find a home here, where they will be retrained, given strength both physical and mental. Just as equally, is the importance of the whelp. Preference seems not to be shown until around one year, when the females are given slightly better training, food, and so forth, while the males are often left to themselves.Not a highly religious pack either, though the Alpha Femme claims a follower of Jiirtik for obvious reasons. There are few morals within this pack, save for the aforementioned beliefs, so one may encounter even slavery here.
Who's Accepted: Pleasantly enough (perhaps) is the non-judgemental nature of the femme who leads. She cares not whether one is vinei or cuulu, so long as their heart and souls are of darkness. However, it should be noted that cuulu tend to be favored over the vinei all the same. Religion is not what the pack was founded on, however, those who follow Jiirtik would be most at home here, as it is the chosen god of the Femme.
Territory Desired: Shadowvale
Alpha Info:
Character Name: Brutalis Silveria Nightshade
Age: 1,700 years
Species: Warg
Vinei/Cuulu: Cuulu (Shadow)
Status: Unmated
Physical Description:
General Appearance: Nightmarish. Massively built, often mistaken for a brute at first glance. Powerfully muscled, massively scarred from the many battles she has fought. Coat of the purest onyx, a single orb of silver hue glares out from deep within socket. Bears only a single intact aud. No superfluous flesh is to be found, she is nothing but solid muscle and sinew.
Height: 60 inches (5 feet) to the withers
Weight: 300 lbs
Pelt: Deepest onyx, thick, somewhat matted
Markings/Scars: Many scars cover her massive frame, but some stand out more than others. Among them are the missing right eye, where now only an empty socket remains, filled with pinkish masses of scar tissue and a few sparse hairs. Right ear is nothing more than a tatter of useless ribbons of flesh. Her chest bears a triple diagonal slash and her right flank bears a double diagonal slash. These were all earned during the final battle with her father.
Personality:
Cold, cruel, cares little for brutes, has a soft spot for femorahs and pups; especially those who were abused, tolerates very little, will not hesitate to punish one for breaking a rule of the pack, mistrustful. Favorite prey is elk, for snacks, she rather enjoys those pesky coyotes and rabbits.
She tends to keep to herself, even among her pack, letting her presence be known only during important situations, such as new arrivals, law breakers, and war. She can NOT be approached on her blind right side, to do so is asking the most severe punishments, whether it is your first offense or not. She enjoys torturing small animals and making a bru's life a living hell. She is truly of the darkest alignment, really, even going into chaotic and evil like some wayward hell hound.
History:
This creature was truly one with the night. She embraced the darkness, for it gave her the solace she needed to prowl, and hunt, unseen, and undetected. So what exactly did she look like? She came across as a walking nightmare when in full view. Kohl pelt was marred with a barrage of battle scars, crudely decorating her hide like a bizzare roadmap. A majority of the scars were small in stature, and yet, there were others of frightening expanses. Like the one noticable upon that broad, powerful chest, easily it measured six inches long, but the diameter was the most intriguing. Clearly, this wound must have been opened time and time again, for it was easily three inches across. Her face was like none other. One ear had been so severely damaged in some long ago battle that all that was left of it was useless ribbons of shredded and tattered flesh to be blown around by a breeze or her own movements, totally useless in any way. The damage wrought upon that ear had also cost her her hearing from within it. When she had her face turned towards another in full view, a ghastly discovery was then made. A single silver hue glared malevolently from the right side of her face, no pupil found within. But upon the left side, one would see an empty socket, nothing within it but a mass of scar tissue and sparse fur. One large scar seemed to connect both the eye and the tattered ear. It began upon the right side of her face, skirting over the remaining orb, diving across the bridge of her nose, then curving upward to pluck out the left eye, continuing upward, seeming to end at the base of her useless ear. Clearly, fighting for her life was nothing new to her, but one often wondered why she ended up the way she did. She was cold and calculating, a merciless killer when need arised, with a severe hatred for the male gender. Any male she would come in contact with was a creature to be demolished, attacked, and killed if at all possible. Although there were some instances in which she'd have to bite back her rage and wait until a more opportune moment. It did not bother her, for she was the Goddess of the night.. feared, hated, loved, and awed all at once. She knew justice would prevail, whatever her twisted, feral, uncivilized version of justice was. Her past will always haunt her.
Most every creature has had some sort of painful, possibly horrific parts of thier past. But few have ever had a past so full of hatred, lies, deceit, and violence as this one had. From early on in life, her hatred for males was nurtured, and the cruel ways she has today were expressed even back then. From a very young pup, she was molded to hate. If one was ever lucky enough to be able to hear her life story from her own lips, it would be shortened version of what actually happened.
She was born largest in a rather small litter of four. Her father had spent many months courting her mother, even before Nocturna went into season. He talked smoothly to her, brought her small gifts, layed on every inch of charm that he had. However, Nocturna was to later discover that Shadow was anything but a faithful, reliable mate to be honored with. When Nocturna finally went into season, they'd mated, producing the small litter. Nocturna was pleased to have pups of her own, but something inside Shadow seemed to slowly change over time, as if he began to resent her and the small family she'd given him. When Brutal and her littermates were around twelve weeks of age, Shadow began disappearing late at night, giving all sorts of excuses to Nocturna as to why he must leave so late. Nocturna was frequently left alone all night, having to care for and defend for the pups all on her own. Little things began eating away at her mind, and finally, she decided to follow him one day. Perhaps he'd been far to excited to even notice her following him, melted into the shadows, for he -should- have been able to sense her. Or perhaps he did know she was there, and was beyond the point of caring. He traveled to another section of the forest, howling softly. From within a den, a female timberwolf slipped out to greet him. Nocturna knew the scent of estrous, and it took all her willpower to not rush out and attack them both as they made love in the manner only known to wild beasts. She quickly turned and loped home, tending to her family as if nothing had happened. He returned, and a fierce argument broke out between them. In a fit of rage, his talons slashed open her cheek, leaving a flap of skin hanging. Then he stormed out again. This routine went on for quite some time until Brutal was about one year of age. Her father had come back after visiting one of his whores, and Nocturna attacked him a furious rage. He fought back, severely wounding Nocturna. He drug her into the woods and left her for dead. Insanity had overcome him as he stormed back into the den, snarling curses as he pushed his way towards the terrified young. Brutal had attacked him then, fighting with a fierce tenacity never seen in her kind before. He managed to win, though, and yet, he didn't win. His intent was to kill them all. but Brutal alone managed to escape into the woods, with the shrieks, screams, and howls of her dying siblings echoing in her mind. She vowed to kill him once she had the strength.
The next several years were spent training herself in close combat. She learned every trick in the book, and then returned "home." Her father was still in the same den, with a new bi.t.ch curled alongside him, nursing a litter of ten. He seemed content now, totally unaware that his own daughter had arrived to sign his death warrant. When the attack came, he barely had time to react. She was everywhere at once, twisting, leaping, snarling,snapping. He'd had no time to defend himself. She tortured him for hours, smirking as she noticed the female didn't even attempt to help him. Finally, she stood over him, her face a mask of terrifying rage. She ignored his pathetic pleas to spare him.. she'd learned mercy was for the weak. Head shot forward, jaws opening slowly, saliva dripping off those jagged yellow fangs, bloodlust in her eyes. Jaws snapped closed with twenty times the force of a steel leg-hold trap, a pleasing shiver drifted through her body as fangs pierced the jugular, spiling her father's lifeblood. A deft twist and a jerk, and her father's throat was neatly removed, to be spat out atop his muzzle. She then turned to the female with a snarl, but did not attack. The female had no clue, and perhaps, she'd saved her from the pain and torment her mother went through. With the death howl echoing forth from her maw, she tore off into the night, never to return.
Other Information: Brutal has lived a harsh life. Because of this, she is unsocial, and can not stand males. She does tolerate them when she has no choice, but woe the male to cross her. She has a short fuse, and is easily angered. She is capable of making friends, however, and is loyal to a fault, for she will never stab someone in the back whome she trusts... unless of course they stab her first.. She is cold and harsh, cruel in her behaviors. It takes a while to get used to her. '
Pack Ranks:
Royalty
Queen: Brutalis Silveria Nightshade
King: None
Princes: None
Princesses: None
Adviser to the Queen: None
Adviser to the King: None
_______________________________________________
Nobles
Lord (Beta Male): None
Lady (Beta Female): None
Lords-in-Waiting (sons): None
Ladies-in-Waiting (daughters): None
Knight (Delta Male): None
Lady Knight (Delta Female): None
Squires: None
Squires: None
_______________________________________________
The Trusted
Count (Gamma Male):None
Countess (Gamma Female): None
Young Counts: None
Young Countesses: None
______________________________________________
The Worthy
Guardians:
Guardians are as their name suggest, guards for the entire pack, or an individual member if asked to be so by an Alpha.
Warriors:
Warriors fight for the pack. While all the pack members indeed fight, warriors are among the strongest, most intelligent, and most well seasoned in battle, often taking the front line alongside the Alphas. They are trusted and respected.
Hunters:
While all members of the pack hunt, these wolves are better at it than the rest. It is to them the pack will look when choosing prey, and what strategy will be used to bring the animal down. Hunters are not usually the largest or the strongest of the pack, but they are often highly intelligent, excellent trackers, and swift.
Healers:
These wolves provide healing and care to injured or sick individuals. Adorned either with a special power, or an innate sense of herbal remedies, they are the ones that can make the difference between life or death for many pack members.
_________________________________________________
The Respected
Elders:
While elders are the aging wolves that may no longer be able to hunt or fight very well, they are still highly regarded as the teachers of whelps, keepers of pack history, and story tellers.
_________________________________________________
The Future
Whelps:
Offspring of any other pack members other than high ranking. Under 1 year.
Trainees:
Offspring of any other pack members other than high ranking over 1 year but less than 2.
___________________________________________________
The Unworthy
Omegas:
Omegas are at the bottom of the pack hierarchy. All new members will be Omegas until they prove themselves worthy of some other rank, at which point one of the Alphas will promote them personally.
Other Pack Info:
Despite the general lowliness of males in this pack, one may attain a prominent rank if chosen as a mate by the female currently holding that rank. Males may not fight for prestige ranks, but females may (with the obvious exception of the Alpha rank.)
Your ooc name: Tasha
Your activity level: Moderate to Heavy
Your characters: Brutalis Silveria Nightshade
-Pack Info-
Pack Name: Segarceos
Pack Alignment: Evil
Pack Beliefs: As founded by this female, this pack will be a largely matriarchal society, almost amazonian. Females held in the highest regard, with males placed as little more than slaves, whose only purposes would be to babysit the pups while the hunting parties are out, and to produce the next generation of strong warrior females. This pack knows the value of the females, who are most definately not the weaker sex as so many others seem to think they are. Females who have previously been mistreated will usually find a home here, where they will be retrained, given strength both physical and mental. Just as equally, is the importance of the whelp. Preference seems not to be shown until around one year, when the females are given slightly better training, food, and so forth, while the males are often left to themselves.Not a highly religious pack either, though the Alpha Femme claims a follower of Jiirtik for obvious reasons. There are few morals within this pack, save for the aforementioned beliefs, so one may encounter even slavery here.
Who's Accepted: Pleasantly enough (perhaps) is the non-judgemental nature of the femme who leads. She cares not whether one is vinei or cuulu, so long as their heart and souls are of darkness. However, it should be noted that cuulu tend to be favored over the vinei all the same. Religion is not what the pack was founded on, however, those who follow Jiirtik would be most at home here, as it is the chosen god of the Femme.
Territory Desired: Shadowvale
Alpha Info:
Character Name: Brutalis Silveria Nightshade
Age: 1,700 years
Species: Warg
Vinei/Cuulu: Cuulu (Shadow)
Status: Unmated
Physical Description:
General Appearance: Nightmarish. Massively built, often mistaken for a brute at first glance. Powerfully muscled, massively scarred from the many battles she has fought. Coat of the purest onyx, a single orb of silver hue glares out from deep within socket. Bears only a single intact aud. No superfluous flesh is to be found, she is nothing but solid muscle and sinew.
Height: 60 inches (5 feet) to the withers
Weight: 300 lbs
Pelt: Deepest onyx, thick, somewhat matted
Markings/Scars: Many scars cover her massive frame, but some stand out more than others. Among them are the missing right eye, where now only an empty socket remains, filled with pinkish masses of scar tissue and a few sparse hairs. Right ear is nothing more than a tatter of useless ribbons of flesh. Her chest bears a triple diagonal slash and her right flank bears a double diagonal slash. These were all earned during the final battle with her father.
Personality:
Cold, cruel, cares little for brutes, has a soft spot for femorahs and pups; especially those who were abused, tolerates very little, will not hesitate to punish one for breaking a rule of the pack, mistrustful. Favorite prey is elk, for snacks, she rather enjoys those pesky coyotes and rabbits.
She tends to keep to herself, even among her pack, letting her presence be known only during important situations, such as new arrivals, law breakers, and war. She can NOT be approached on her blind right side, to do so is asking the most severe punishments, whether it is your first offense or not. She enjoys torturing small animals and making a bru's life a living hell. She is truly of the darkest alignment, really, even going into chaotic and evil like some wayward hell hound.
History:
This creature was truly one with the night. She embraced the darkness, for it gave her the solace she needed to prowl, and hunt, unseen, and undetected. So what exactly did she look like? She came across as a walking nightmare when in full view. Kohl pelt was marred with a barrage of battle scars, crudely decorating her hide like a bizzare roadmap. A majority of the scars were small in stature, and yet, there were others of frightening expanses. Like the one noticable upon that broad, powerful chest, easily it measured six inches long, but the diameter was the most intriguing. Clearly, this wound must have been opened time and time again, for it was easily three inches across. Her face was like none other. One ear had been so severely damaged in some long ago battle that all that was left of it was useless ribbons of shredded and tattered flesh to be blown around by a breeze or her own movements, totally useless in any way. The damage wrought upon that ear had also cost her her hearing from within it. When she had her face turned towards another in full view, a ghastly discovery was then made. A single silver hue glared malevolently from the right side of her face, no pupil found within. But upon the left side, one would see an empty socket, nothing within it but a mass of scar tissue and sparse fur. One large scar seemed to connect both the eye and the tattered ear. It began upon the right side of her face, skirting over the remaining orb, diving across the bridge of her nose, then curving upward to pluck out the left eye, continuing upward, seeming to end at the base of her useless ear. Clearly, fighting for her life was nothing new to her, but one often wondered why she ended up the way she did. She was cold and calculating, a merciless killer when need arised, with a severe hatred for the male gender. Any male she would come in contact with was a creature to be demolished, attacked, and killed if at all possible. Although there were some instances in which she'd have to bite back her rage and wait until a more opportune moment. It did not bother her, for she was the Goddess of the night.. feared, hated, loved, and awed all at once. She knew justice would prevail, whatever her twisted, feral, uncivilized version of justice was. Her past will always haunt her.
Most every creature has had some sort of painful, possibly horrific parts of thier past. But few have ever had a past so full of hatred, lies, deceit, and violence as this one had. From early on in life, her hatred for males was nurtured, and the cruel ways she has today were expressed even back then. From a very young pup, she was molded to hate. If one was ever lucky enough to be able to hear her life story from her own lips, it would be shortened version of what actually happened.
She was born largest in a rather small litter of four. Her father had spent many months courting her mother, even before Nocturna went into season. He talked smoothly to her, brought her small gifts, layed on every inch of charm that he had. However, Nocturna was to later discover that Shadow was anything but a faithful, reliable mate to be honored with. When Nocturna finally went into season, they'd mated, producing the small litter. Nocturna was pleased to have pups of her own, but something inside Shadow seemed to slowly change over time, as if he began to resent her and the small family she'd given him. When Brutal and her littermates were around twelve weeks of age, Shadow began disappearing late at night, giving all sorts of excuses to Nocturna as to why he must leave so late. Nocturna was frequently left alone all night, having to care for and defend for the pups all on her own. Little things began eating away at her mind, and finally, she decided to follow him one day. Perhaps he'd been far to excited to even notice her following him, melted into the shadows, for he -should- have been able to sense her. Or perhaps he did know she was there, and was beyond the point of caring. He traveled to another section of the forest, howling softly. From within a den, a female timberwolf slipped out to greet him. Nocturna knew the scent of estrous, and it took all her willpower to not rush out and attack them both as they made love in the manner only known to wild beasts. She quickly turned and loped home, tending to her family as if nothing had happened. He returned, and a fierce argument broke out between them. In a fit of rage, his talons slashed open her cheek, leaving a flap of skin hanging. Then he stormed out again. This routine went on for quite some time until Brutal was about one year of age. Her father had come back after visiting one of his whores, and Nocturna attacked him a furious rage. He fought back, severely wounding Nocturna. He drug her into the woods and left her for dead. Insanity had overcome him as he stormed back into the den, snarling curses as he pushed his way towards the terrified young. Brutal had attacked him then, fighting with a fierce tenacity never seen in her kind before. He managed to win, though, and yet, he didn't win. His intent was to kill them all. but Brutal alone managed to escape into the woods, with the shrieks, screams, and howls of her dying siblings echoing in her mind. She vowed to kill him once she had the strength.
The next several years were spent training herself in close combat. She learned every trick in the book, and then returned "home." Her father was still in the same den, with a new bi.t.ch curled alongside him, nursing a litter of ten. He seemed content now, totally unaware that his own daughter had arrived to sign his death warrant. When the attack came, he barely had time to react. She was everywhere at once, twisting, leaping, snarling,snapping. He'd had no time to defend himself. She tortured him for hours, smirking as she noticed the female didn't even attempt to help him. Finally, she stood over him, her face a mask of terrifying rage. She ignored his pathetic pleas to spare him.. she'd learned mercy was for the weak. Head shot forward, jaws opening slowly, saliva dripping off those jagged yellow fangs, bloodlust in her eyes. Jaws snapped closed with twenty times the force of a steel leg-hold trap, a pleasing shiver drifted through her body as fangs pierced the jugular, spiling her father's lifeblood. A deft twist and a jerk, and her father's throat was neatly removed, to be spat out atop his muzzle. She then turned to the female with a snarl, but did not attack. The female had no clue, and perhaps, she'd saved her from the pain and torment her mother went through. With the death howl echoing forth from her maw, she tore off into the night, never to return.
Other Information: Brutal has lived a harsh life. Because of this, she is unsocial, and can not stand males. She does tolerate them when she has no choice, but woe the male to cross her. She has a short fuse, and is easily angered. She is capable of making friends, however, and is loyal to a fault, for she will never stab someone in the back whome she trusts... unless of course they stab her first.. She is cold and harsh, cruel in her behaviors. It takes a while to get used to her. '
Pack Ranks:
Royalty
Queen: Brutalis Silveria Nightshade
King: None
Princes: None
Princesses: None
Adviser to the Queen: None
Adviser to the King: None
_______________________________________________
Nobles
Lord (Beta Male): None
Lady (Beta Female): None
Lords-in-Waiting (sons): None
Ladies-in-Waiting (daughters): None
Knight (Delta Male): None
Lady Knight (Delta Female): None
Squires: None
Squires: None
_______________________________________________
The Trusted
Count (Gamma Male):None
Countess (Gamma Female): None
Young Counts: None
Young Countesses: None
______________________________________________
The Worthy
Guardians:
Guardians are as their name suggest, guards for the entire pack, or an individual member if asked to be so by an Alpha.
Warriors:
Warriors fight for the pack. While all the pack members indeed fight, warriors are among the strongest, most intelligent, and most well seasoned in battle, often taking the front line alongside the Alphas. They are trusted and respected.
Hunters:
While all members of the pack hunt, these wolves are better at it than the rest. It is to them the pack will look when choosing prey, and what strategy will be used to bring the animal down. Hunters are not usually the largest or the strongest of the pack, but they are often highly intelligent, excellent trackers, and swift.
Healers:
These wolves provide healing and care to injured or sick individuals. Adorned either with a special power, or an innate sense of herbal remedies, they are the ones that can make the difference between life or death for many pack members.
_________________________________________________
The Respected
Elders:
While elders are the aging wolves that may no longer be able to hunt or fight very well, they are still highly regarded as the teachers of whelps, keepers of pack history, and story tellers.
_________________________________________________
The Future
Whelps:
Offspring of any other pack members other than high ranking. Under 1 year.
Trainees:
Offspring of any other pack members other than high ranking over 1 year but less than 2.
___________________________________________________
The Unworthy
Omegas:
Omegas are at the bottom of the pack hierarchy. All new members will be Omegas until they prove themselves worthy of some other rank, at which point one of the Alphas will promote them personally.
Other Pack Info:
Despite the general lowliness of males in this pack, one may attain a prominent rank if chosen as a mate by the female currently holding that rank. Males may not fight for prestige ranks, but females may (with the obvious exception of the Alpha rank.)