Post by Blaze on Feb 21, 2012 11:29:01 GMT -5
Character Name: Blaze
Gender: Female
Age: 50yrs
Species: Winged Hound
Vinei/Cuulu: Cuulu, Fire, Skilled, She can use blue fire and is working on getting to black. Though she is young, she is fierce and her wing incident fueled her thirst for knowledge and power. Though she hardly uses the blue fire unless in dire need.
Status:No Pack Yet, No Mate Yet
Physical Description: She is all black with a blood red stripe running from the start of her nose between her eyes, down her spine, to the tip of her tail. Her pads are black, as are her nails. She is 6ft from shoulders to ground and weighs 600lbs. Her eyes are a fluorescent blue. Unfortunately where her wings should be they aren’t. She has scarring over both shoulder blades; the scar is black X at the center with a grey scarring around that and red around the grey. Her nose is a black-red. Rough Depiction, better coming later
Personality: Blaze is as her name says. She is really reactive and guarded. She has severe trust issues and is very sensitive to her scar and if others star at it. She isn’t afraid to show her aggressive side. Once she is befriended she is seen as a very laid back and quite funny as well as slightly perverted (understatement). She can be very sweet and then the other minute vicious. Pack life for her consists of her wanting to be the best she can be, but never Alpha. She will lay her life on the line for her Alpha. And if any disobey her Alpha, she is liable to be the first to enforce the law, in which her Alpha has lain down. If the Alpha is disobeyed she tends to put the individual on her “special list”.
However she has a friend. A shadow that follows her. He is a shadow wolf composed of her imagination. Perhaps he is a spiritual shadow, or a manifestation. She doesn’t care about him and he tends to talk to her and makes her look insane when she talks back to him. He sometimes tells her to do things. And even sometimes she will listen but only if it’s not going against her Alpha.
History: As a pup she was taught not to trust strangers. But what is one to do when a mysterious, winged wolf comes into the pack and steals your heart. She found that this dark wolf was attracted to her and she to him. But being she was a Cuulu and he was a Vinei. She never fully believed life was this good. She knew one day life would prove its cruelty to her. And she was right. Her parents had been murdered. She wanted so badly to find the killer and get her vengeance. All she had left was the Vinei wolf and the rest of her pack. Over the several nights ahead she had found herself having nightmares and one night she woke to screams. The pack had once again experienced a loss, four to be precise. Her friend, and two other parents, as well as a new born pup had been killed.
She needed to find the killer. Her heart ached so much because of this fact. The Vinei wolf she called a potential mate had become slightly unorthodox in the way he spoke to her. He seemed darker and more insane. She began to try and avoid him. She grew frightened at his erratic behavior. He grew possessive of her and when another Cuulu male had tried to court her, the Vinei male had threatened to rip his throat out. That night, she woke from her slumber by the loss of heat by her side. She stood up and found tracks, following them she found the Cuulu male dead and the chill in her spine was all to normal. She slunk back to her laying spot to find that the Vinei male was there. But he wasn’t asleep. Her stared at her through cold red eyes. His black coat blending in perfectly with the darkness around them. His leathery bat wings cloaking his side.
He got up slowly easily towering and outweighing her. His white teeth shining a dark substance as she stepped back. The scent of blood drifting to her nostrils. She had smelled that scent the night when her parents died, and when the other pack members had died. It was Cuulu blood. And her fear was confirmed when she coat the scent of two other unfamiliar wolves. Both Vinei. She stared at her dark wolf and bared her teeth ready to fight, but he had the upper hand. Calling her unfaithful to him as they fought, he eventually got the upper hand and when she was stuck lying on her belly, he pinned down each wing under his large paws and called her a fallen wolf, he did the unthinkable.
She screamed with pain as the male ripped each wing out. He left them lying beside her as she bled and his presence was gone as she heard the screams of her pack. To weak to fight she used the last ounce of her strength the seal her wounds shut with fire. Permanently scarring her shoulder blades, and bits of bone still protruding from the center of her scars. She had never found the Vinei male ever again and with the loss of her pack and anger of her wings she went forth to gain knowledge and power in hopes of finding the Vinei traitor and taking his wings and life from him to avenge her parents and packs death. She grew bitter and hard on the outside and now from the past forged in her, a heart coiled with barbed wire, locked away in an iron box with ice surrounding every inch and a key that has long been lost.
Gender: Female
Age: 50yrs
Species: Winged Hound
Vinei/Cuulu: Cuulu, Fire, Skilled, She can use blue fire and is working on getting to black. Though she is young, she is fierce and her wing incident fueled her thirst for knowledge and power. Though she hardly uses the blue fire unless in dire need.
Status:No Pack Yet, No Mate Yet
Physical Description: She is all black with a blood red stripe running from the start of her nose between her eyes, down her spine, to the tip of her tail. Her pads are black, as are her nails. She is 6ft from shoulders to ground and weighs 600lbs. Her eyes are a fluorescent blue. Unfortunately where her wings should be they aren’t. She has scarring over both shoulder blades; the scar is black X at the center with a grey scarring around that and red around the grey. Her nose is a black-red. Rough Depiction, better coming later
Personality: Blaze is as her name says. She is really reactive and guarded. She has severe trust issues and is very sensitive to her scar and if others star at it. She isn’t afraid to show her aggressive side. Once she is befriended she is seen as a very laid back and quite funny as well as slightly perverted (understatement). She can be very sweet and then the other minute vicious. Pack life for her consists of her wanting to be the best she can be, but never Alpha. She will lay her life on the line for her Alpha. And if any disobey her Alpha, she is liable to be the first to enforce the law, in which her Alpha has lain down. If the Alpha is disobeyed she tends to put the individual on her “special list”.
However she has a friend. A shadow that follows her. He is a shadow wolf composed of her imagination. Perhaps he is a spiritual shadow, or a manifestation. She doesn’t care about him and he tends to talk to her and makes her look insane when she talks back to him. He sometimes tells her to do things. And even sometimes she will listen but only if it’s not going against her Alpha.
History: As a pup she was taught not to trust strangers. But what is one to do when a mysterious, winged wolf comes into the pack and steals your heart. She found that this dark wolf was attracted to her and she to him. But being she was a Cuulu and he was a Vinei. She never fully believed life was this good. She knew one day life would prove its cruelty to her. And she was right. Her parents had been murdered. She wanted so badly to find the killer and get her vengeance. All she had left was the Vinei wolf and the rest of her pack. Over the several nights ahead she had found herself having nightmares and one night she woke to screams. The pack had once again experienced a loss, four to be precise. Her friend, and two other parents, as well as a new born pup had been killed.
She needed to find the killer. Her heart ached so much because of this fact. The Vinei wolf she called a potential mate had become slightly unorthodox in the way he spoke to her. He seemed darker and more insane. She began to try and avoid him. She grew frightened at his erratic behavior. He grew possessive of her and when another Cuulu male had tried to court her, the Vinei male had threatened to rip his throat out. That night, she woke from her slumber by the loss of heat by her side. She stood up and found tracks, following them she found the Cuulu male dead and the chill in her spine was all to normal. She slunk back to her laying spot to find that the Vinei male was there. But he wasn’t asleep. Her stared at her through cold red eyes. His black coat blending in perfectly with the darkness around them. His leathery bat wings cloaking his side.
He got up slowly easily towering and outweighing her. His white teeth shining a dark substance as she stepped back. The scent of blood drifting to her nostrils. She had smelled that scent the night when her parents died, and when the other pack members had died. It was Cuulu blood. And her fear was confirmed when she coat the scent of two other unfamiliar wolves. Both Vinei. She stared at her dark wolf and bared her teeth ready to fight, but he had the upper hand. Calling her unfaithful to him as they fought, he eventually got the upper hand and when she was stuck lying on her belly, he pinned down each wing under his large paws and called her a fallen wolf, he did the unthinkable.
She screamed with pain as the male ripped each wing out. He left them lying beside her as she bled and his presence was gone as she heard the screams of her pack. To weak to fight she used the last ounce of her strength the seal her wounds shut with fire. Permanently scarring her shoulder blades, and bits of bone still protruding from the center of her scars. She had never found the Vinei male ever again and with the loss of her pack and anger of her wings she went forth to gain knowledge and power in hopes of finding the Vinei traitor and taking his wings and life from him to avenge her parents and packs death. She grew bitter and hard on the outside and now from the past forged in her, a heart coiled with barbed wire, locked away in an iron box with ice surrounding every inch and a key that has long been lost.