Post by roze on Jul 27, 2009 12:53:05 GMT -5
Name: Yuma
Nicknames: feel free to play around with it even if it has no reference to his actual name. : )
Desired Rank Any. Put him in any pack where you guys may need him. I’m not picky.
Age: 5 years.
Looks
Yuma stands 30 inches from ground to shoulder, and about 65 inches long from nose to tail. His fur appears long and fine even in winter seasons. His base coat color would be considered a soft pinkish-orange color fading to a golden blonde near his underside and chest.
A darker red-orange appear from his eyebrows following inward along the bridge of his muzzle till it touches the very tip of his pink nose and follows through to his lower lip down the front of his neck and eventually fades into the golden blonde at the front of his chest. This same red-orange color runs down the opposite way, down the back of his head and follows through to his spine till it meets with black that then over comes the tip of his tail.
Yuma seems tall and lengthy in build. Seemingly all skin and bones, although his long and sturdy stride will clarify other wise. He moves with a slow, quiet, and graceful gait, and if one watches closely they could see his muscles flex behind his fur with every step. Yuma gives off a sort of stalking, predator like demeanor, that may seem a bit threatening at first. Given the intelligent, purposeful gaze in his eyes, may seem threatening. As well as the color of his eyes.
This is the cause of heterochormia. A creature usually acquires this when there has been damage to retina or in some rare cases there is a hereditary trait in the parents genes. (read history for details please and thank you)
Element: Spirit
Personality
Yuma carries a dominate yet easy going air. Being older, in this case, carries wisdom and understanding. He desires to give anyone advice, but only to those that he feels will actually take it in to consideration. Otherwise he’ll shrug it off and let them experience it for themselves. If confronted in anyway threatening he will stand up for himself using words, but if full on attacked he will not hesitate to fight for his place, even if it means death.
Some days he may feel like his is to be left alone, On these days he may seem irritable, quick to judge and will use rash actions and decisions, to make it abundantly clear. Coming out bluntly is not his strong points. He believes that most should read his body language before confronting him on any occasion, and confronting him with respect is the key. If he doesn’t want to talk about it he won’t.
Though on most days he’s easy to confront and will talk openly about anything. Persuading him to change an outlook on something he already has a set idea on may be a harder challenge. There will have to be hard evidence and logic behind it, before he even considers and different approach. This is not to say he won’t accept others ideas and beliefs, for he loves to hear what others think and why. “You can learn something every day if you listen” Is one of his favorite quotes.
“Life is an adventure worth living through.” is another saying that is well lived. He doesn’t believe in destiny, fate, or that everything is connected. He just believes that everything is here to experience. The meaning of life to him is just “being”. And with in that “being” everyone creates there own heaven. There is never any such thing as bad. Bad, to him, is a perception.
Last, but not least. “If your not having fun, your not doing it right” Yuma can’t turn down fun in any form. He loves to be happy and hear laughter. Its practically what he lives for. When he is on the job he knows that its work but he will take every moment with pride and understanding.
Eyes: Amber(left) Mahogany (right)
Wings None.
History At one point Yuma was human. Born in the spring he was bore to a Native American woman and an Indian chief. Though he can’t recall much of his childhood he does remember that he looked up to his father and thought his mother a saint. In his prime, he was a scout for his tribe and often was sat down in lectures with is father, since he was to be the next chief.
When a boy is to become of age they go through a Vision Quest. Usually at the age of fifteen. They are sent out for seven day with no food or water to fend for themselves, but during this quest they are to find their spirit guide. Days and nights were harsh and from lack of the basic necessities of life, he began to hallucinate. Trees would be come forms of something else and in most cases his worst fears would arise from the air and attempt
to kill him.
Yuma’s only defense was to run. Soon he ran so often and so much that he ran out past his tribes boundaries, was found by an enemy tribe, taken in, tied down to a post and tortured. The chief would stand and watch as his people poked and prodded. Laughed and danced around him as he cried and talked to himself mostly. Unfortunately, Yuma thought it all an hallucination. For he wasn’t quite sure what this quest would bring, only the basics.
On his fifth day of his quest his guide came to him. Yuma’s, of course, was a arctic wolf named Gahlilhai. A female wolf that gave him one phrase during his vision: “You will prosper” Then he seemed to awake from his daze, sore and tied to the post, hungry, thirsty and scared. In front of him knelt a female. She had dosed him with water and whispered kindly to him. What she was saying he couldn’t comprehend. She fed him and gave him water each night after dusk. Days went by, sometimes her and what seemed like her best friend, a male, would come and kneel next to him. They would converse amongst each other hastily and they never left until he was done with the bread that only she, herself would give him. He then realized that he was captured and would never see his tribe.
One dawn, the chief had came to him. He walked with a purpose, anger and hate in his eyes. He knelt down in front of him shook him violently. In fear, Yuma screamed, waking everyone out of their tents. They watched as the chief lit a cigar, took two puffs and slowly started to move it toward his left eye. Yuma did everything in his power to stop him but he forced his eye open and pushed the ember in.
The pain was agonizing and in his screams the tribes laughter echoed with it. He heard the chief slowly rise, he said something in his language toward him and left. That night the girl didn’t come to feed him. The vision in he left eye was gone and as he looked around, nothing but the silence of the night was heard and only the sounds of insects and night animals moved.
In front of him, was the chiefs tent (or what seemed to be) about ten feet from where he was tied. It glowed with the flicker of candle light and he could see the form of the girl rising away from another form and the candle was blew out.
She didn’t come alone, both her and what seemed to be a medicine man emerged from the tent. They both walked toward him and all he could do was bow his head in fear, and in shame. The girl touched his chin softly and lifted it to met her eyes. She pointed to the man and his bag of herbs and nodded intently back to him. The medicine man whispered his chant and worked on his eye. Then began to sing loudly. The wind picked up and the dust from the ground whirled around him.
He could feel his body separating, every atom forming with the spirit around him. It was quick it was painless and before he knew it he was wolf. He looked up at the woman and knelt his head down to lick her feet and fled.
Years went by, it was hard to grow into a creature that he only knew from a distance. Many times he had failed to be accepted into a pack and many times he would start fights with some. For most of his life he was a rouge and after awhile it came easy to survive. The memory from his past began to fade but the girl he never forgot and often he would visit the tribe just to watch her. He found that she was the chief’s daughter and had helped him. He had burned his eye (that he could now see out of) because he knew that he was growing to love her. It was a reminder that he was not one of them. Both her and the medicine man opposed the war between their tribes and just wanted to set him free. Taking form of his spirit guide was the safest way for him and themselves.
Being thirty five in human years, seven in wolf. He found himself lonely and wished for another place to be. He found that he could separate himself and transport to another at will. He even found that he could transport things to him, but only if they were willing. So, he sent his body to Aelyn.
Other Information Yuma can evaporate his soul at will and transport to places of his desire. He can also evaporate things and others to him. But if these things are living he can only do it if they are willing. That’s where the law of free will can help him or hurt him. He can also destroy things from a distance using that same concept but again if the thing is living he cannot kill it unless it wants to die.
Mate None.
Pups None.
Zodiac Sign Gemini
(had a better history typed out but i forgot to save. XD)
Nicknames: feel free to play around with it even if it has no reference to his actual name. : )
Desired Rank Any. Put him in any pack where you guys may need him. I’m not picky.
Age: 5 years.
Looks
Yuma stands 30 inches from ground to shoulder, and about 65 inches long from nose to tail. His fur appears long and fine even in winter seasons. His base coat color would be considered a soft pinkish-orange color fading to a golden blonde near his underside and chest.
A darker red-orange appear from his eyebrows following inward along the bridge of his muzzle till it touches the very tip of his pink nose and follows through to his lower lip down the front of his neck and eventually fades into the golden blonde at the front of his chest. This same red-orange color runs down the opposite way, down the back of his head and follows through to his spine till it meets with black that then over comes the tip of his tail.
Yuma seems tall and lengthy in build. Seemingly all skin and bones, although his long and sturdy stride will clarify other wise. He moves with a slow, quiet, and graceful gait, and if one watches closely they could see his muscles flex behind his fur with every step. Yuma gives off a sort of stalking, predator like demeanor, that may seem a bit threatening at first. Given the intelligent, purposeful gaze in his eyes, may seem threatening. As well as the color of his eyes.
This is the cause of heterochormia. A creature usually acquires this when there has been damage to retina or in some rare cases there is a hereditary trait in the parents genes. (read history for details please and thank you)
Element: Spirit
Personality
Yuma carries a dominate yet easy going air. Being older, in this case, carries wisdom and understanding. He desires to give anyone advice, but only to those that he feels will actually take it in to consideration. Otherwise he’ll shrug it off and let them experience it for themselves. If confronted in anyway threatening he will stand up for himself using words, but if full on attacked he will not hesitate to fight for his place, even if it means death.
Some days he may feel like his is to be left alone, On these days he may seem irritable, quick to judge and will use rash actions and decisions, to make it abundantly clear. Coming out bluntly is not his strong points. He believes that most should read his body language before confronting him on any occasion, and confronting him with respect is the key. If he doesn’t want to talk about it he won’t.
Though on most days he’s easy to confront and will talk openly about anything. Persuading him to change an outlook on something he already has a set idea on may be a harder challenge. There will have to be hard evidence and logic behind it, before he even considers and different approach. This is not to say he won’t accept others ideas and beliefs, for he loves to hear what others think and why. “You can learn something every day if you listen” Is one of his favorite quotes.
“Life is an adventure worth living through.” is another saying that is well lived. He doesn’t believe in destiny, fate, or that everything is connected. He just believes that everything is here to experience. The meaning of life to him is just “being”. And with in that “being” everyone creates there own heaven. There is never any such thing as bad. Bad, to him, is a perception.
Last, but not least. “If your not having fun, your not doing it right” Yuma can’t turn down fun in any form. He loves to be happy and hear laughter. Its practically what he lives for. When he is on the job he knows that its work but he will take every moment with pride and understanding.
Eyes: Amber(left) Mahogany (right)
Wings None.
History At one point Yuma was human. Born in the spring he was bore to a Native American woman and an Indian chief. Though he can’t recall much of his childhood he does remember that he looked up to his father and thought his mother a saint. In his prime, he was a scout for his tribe and often was sat down in lectures with is father, since he was to be the next chief.
When a boy is to become of age they go through a Vision Quest. Usually at the age of fifteen. They are sent out for seven day with no food or water to fend for themselves, but during this quest they are to find their spirit guide. Days and nights were harsh and from lack of the basic necessities of life, he began to hallucinate. Trees would be come forms of something else and in most cases his worst fears would arise from the air and attempt
to kill him.
Yuma’s only defense was to run. Soon he ran so often and so much that he ran out past his tribes boundaries, was found by an enemy tribe, taken in, tied down to a post and tortured. The chief would stand and watch as his people poked and prodded. Laughed and danced around him as he cried and talked to himself mostly. Unfortunately, Yuma thought it all an hallucination. For he wasn’t quite sure what this quest would bring, only the basics.
On his fifth day of his quest his guide came to him. Yuma’s, of course, was a arctic wolf named Gahlilhai. A female wolf that gave him one phrase during his vision: “You will prosper” Then he seemed to awake from his daze, sore and tied to the post, hungry, thirsty and scared. In front of him knelt a female. She had dosed him with water and whispered kindly to him. What she was saying he couldn’t comprehend. She fed him and gave him water each night after dusk. Days went by, sometimes her and what seemed like her best friend, a male, would come and kneel next to him. They would converse amongst each other hastily and they never left until he was done with the bread that only she, herself would give him. He then realized that he was captured and would never see his tribe.
One dawn, the chief had came to him. He walked with a purpose, anger and hate in his eyes. He knelt down in front of him shook him violently. In fear, Yuma screamed, waking everyone out of their tents. They watched as the chief lit a cigar, took two puffs and slowly started to move it toward his left eye. Yuma did everything in his power to stop him but he forced his eye open and pushed the ember in.
The pain was agonizing and in his screams the tribes laughter echoed with it. He heard the chief slowly rise, he said something in his language toward him and left. That night the girl didn’t come to feed him. The vision in he left eye was gone and as he looked around, nothing but the silence of the night was heard and only the sounds of insects and night animals moved.
In front of him, was the chiefs tent (or what seemed to be) about ten feet from where he was tied. It glowed with the flicker of candle light and he could see the form of the girl rising away from another form and the candle was blew out.
She didn’t come alone, both her and what seemed to be a medicine man emerged from the tent. They both walked toward him and all he could do was bow his head in fear, and in shame. The girl touched his chin softly and lifted it to met her eyes. She pointed to the man and his bag of herbs and nodded intently back to him. The medicine man whispered his chant and worked on his eye. Then began to sing loudly. The wind picked up and the dust from the ground whirled around him.
He could feel his body separating, every atom forming with the spirit around him. It was quick it was painless and before he knew it he was wolf. He looked up at the woman and knelt his head down to lick her feet and fled.
Years went by, it was hard to grow into a creature that he only knew from a distance. Many times he had failed to be accepted into a pack and many times he would start fights with some. For most of his life he was a rouge and after awhile it came easy to survive. The memory from his past began to fade but the girl he never forgot and often he would visit the tribe just to watch her. He found that she was the chief’s daughter and had helped him. He had burned his eye (that he could now see out of) because he knew that he was growing to love her. It was a reminder that he was not one of them. Both her and the medicine man opposed the war between their tribes and just wanted to set him free. Taking form of his spirit guide was the safest way for him and themselves.
Being thirty five in human years, seven in wolf. He found himself lonely and wished for another place to be. He found that he could separate himself and transport to another at will. He even found that he could transport things to him, but only if they were willing. So, he sent his body to Aelyn.
Other Information Yuma can evaporate his soul at will and transport to places of his desire. He can also evaporate things and others to him. But if these things are living he can only do it if they are willing. That’s where the law of free will can help him or hurt him. He can also destroy things from a distance using that same concept but again if the thing is living he cannot kill it unless it wants to die.
Mate None.
Pups None.
Zodiac Sign Gemini
(had a better history typed out but i forgot to save. XD)