Post by ĢoτђikaFøx on Feb 1, 2010 15:53:57 GMT -5
Nicknames: Tara, Quinn, Quinny (anything else that comes up during RP. The Rogue title was added by Tarquinn himself as he felt it suited his life spent alone.) ^^
Age: 7 months
Gender: Male
Desired Pack: Fukai Waterfall
Rank: Pup
Looks:
Parent Description:
Pups: Maybe one day but not a common thought of his. XD
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Age: 7 months
Gender: Male
Desired Pack: Fukai Waterfall
Rank: Pup
Looks:
At his age his body is still not fully grown and as a result he still has rather over-sized cub paws and ears. This however pleases him to no end and he loves them for their brilliance in what he would describe as: “I love having big paws, they’re perfect for squishing bugs!” His face lighting up before he’d run off to find some to do just that to.Power:
This providing an entertaining show to any who would choose to watch the scallywag as he slam-paws across the grass squishing whatever doesn’t jump from under him. As for his over grown ears, he just loves sitting swishing his head to and fro and grinning as they flop along with his head movements. Although he will soon grow into them that sure as hell won’t stop his ludicrous antics.
His fur is a little longer than normal but barely and to contrast this his tail is bushy with longer somewhat poofy fur, the tip of which is a slightly lighter purple than that of his eyes though a violent streak borders the lilac of his tail tip and his normal fur colouration. The colour of which is a very dark violet.
Finally he has a longer mane of fur that starts between his ears, adding a fringe and trailing off down his back to between his shoulder blades. This gives him a sort of punky Mohawk that isn’t dis-similar to the mane of a hyena but much longer. (Kinda like the really long ones like the hyenas in The Lion King XD) The colours of which are just like those in the rest of his body but a little lighter in shade.
Due to his life alone he has spent a lot of time walking, unlike the normal lifestyle of a cub that stays in the den. This has given him a lean body that doesn’t tire all that easily, running not uncommon as his love for darting about the feet of his elders is of great contribution to his shape. He also possesses a good amount of strength and could fight quite nicely with this alone.
As for his fur well that’s something of a stunner. The base colour all over his body is a pitch blackness but there’s no way that he is that simple. Each single strand of fur has more than one fleck of colour to it and this effect covers his whole body. There are reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, turquoises, pinks and all the colours mottled in-between. Except for purple that only appears in his eyes and on his tail. These colours aren’t patterned in any linear way but are instead just existing on one big tidy mess. All but his tips. His ears are a bright orange, his fore-paws are socked; the right red, the left yellow. As are his hind paws, again socked, the right blue and the left green these colours reaching his elbows.
Tarquinn’s ability means he can alter the coloured pigments in his fur allowing them to blend into those of the surrounding area thus having a similar effect of a chameleon and letting him become invisible. All of him save his eyes and tail tip where the lilac is present can unseen. These two give-aways can of course be hidden from view but are always visible to the naked eye otherwise.Eyes:
This disappearance is only doable however as long as he can keep his mind focused, of course this can prove quite difficult due to his easily intrigued child’s mind. As a result should his brain click into a new frame of mindset as do the effects of his element click out of being. There must also be at least one colour from his coat present in his environment. The ability comes more naturally to him when he is in his more thoughtful mind set and as such can involuntarily become un-seeable, all but his tail tip which would continue to flitter as he thinks. As he grows up and his mind settles… a bit, the process will ease further until it becomes as easy as breathing.
His other ability is to summon the growth of small flora around him. This however is something he's not yet aware of and will only activate it once he has grown up. (After I've RPed with him for quite awhile as well as having enough money to buy this ability.)
(Like on Princess Mononoke when the Forests Spirit stands and they grow around his feet.) The plant life grows at his feet and can reach tall enough to cover his full body (still excluding the tail and eyes) but can only grow from the earth where his body is in contact with it. They will die off 5 seconds after his body has left the patch of ground and as a result a small trail of plant life can be seen moving around. These creepers and flowers and such can however provide the requirements for him to turn invisible as long as he can concentrate on the plant growth and chameleon.
However, though he can grow these plants and the colours of them can vary from a vibrant green to a bloody red or a deep, rich purple his tail tip and eyes will always remain visible no matter what colours the summoned plant life possesses meaning he will always have the posibility of being seen. Finally he doesn't always use the plantlife to become invisible even when he becomes aware of its presence within him.
Taraquinn has divine lilac eyes, darker than the purple of his tail but not by much. Intertwined within them is light blue, just visible as it blends with the purple, as to do pools of azure green.Wings:
Tara has no wings, much to his regret. One of his most secretive wishes is to someday find away to obtain a pair of his own.Personality:
His personality is as much of an enigma as his coat. Although he is not fully developed he already owns a multiple of personalities some of which contradict one another. Though this may be partially due to his youth it seems unlikely that any part of this multi-possible persona would ever be grown out of.History:
So, where to begin. He is extremely energetic and bouncy, more so than is common even for his age and he is almost always smiling. The little fur ball spends most of his time jumping or running about whether to serve some deranged purpose or spinning in circles for the sake of his own amusement.
He walks with his head held high and his tail raised higher, in fact his tail seems to be almost always elevated to some degree even when he’s skulking around the undergrowth chasing the bugs. He is looking for a place to just be a pup and though he no longer has a family of his own he seems to fit in to everyone else’s, intentionally or not. He never dwells on the past or the possible future and lives every second as it comes, maybe even before it does in his hyperactive ways. He also has very very high stamina levels that keep up this hyperactivity for hours quite probably leading to complains from the older wolves. In such a scenario he would bow down, ears low looking sorry before starting up again not long after. He does however know when enough really is enough and can then calm down and even sit still!! Though he’ll be itching to pounce on the inside.
Not only does his energy seem incapable of running out but he is also very forward, even cheeky, though he never means to give offence or disrespect he is just a carefree little pup. He will quite willingly approach another regardless of rank and speak his mind. He will talk back, spoken to or not and with his big grin and adorable cub innocence can avoid keeping any of the wolves he’s irritated annoyed at him for long. His curiosity is unfathomable and this leads to him constantly sticking his wet nose where it shouldn’t be and leading to his smiling back cheekily while running, full pelt away from his newest victim.
If he’s not just string out endless sentences he’ll be spitting out endless questions. If he’s spotted you and you haven‘t come over to say hello, you’re not gonna be able to escape without a long long chat. His love for questions and constant bouncing could send even the most durable of wolves into a torturous insanity where escape would include removing his springs, searching drastically for the off switch and finally gagging him with his own tail. Not only will he be talking to them but with them prolonging the suffering further.
He simply adores the company of every and any one. Age, gender, birthplace no issue. Any company to make a change from his own he loves. Another possible reason for his all round boldness is his lack of fear. No grownups nor any other animal nor the disasters created by nature herself can throw him. His early brought life alone has taught him that fear shows a weakness to your enemies and so it was dismissed.
This unfortunately isn’t all there is to my beloved puzzle. He is also just as capable and happy with solitude. He first came to the falls to investigate the sounds of the rushing water, the sheer power of which was something he had never seen before and of course he wanted to learn more. His curiosity leading him to swim over to one of them only to get caught in the turmoil underwater caused by the immense speed and strength of the rushing water. He of course made it out and just stood at the waters edge dripping but if anything more hyper and determined than ever, due to the adrenaline!
Since then he sits by the waterside and just watches them, sometimes for several hours but he still aspires to try and beat them. It is this curiosity that also can take over him completely where he will sit and think in absolute silence. On such occasions he will give rest to the mindless chasing of flowers (yes flowers =D) and find a place to simply sit. This has gone on for several days before now and left him somewhat oblivious to his surroundings. Though he will be able to answer any questions directed towards him he will clearly not be fully paying attention and should he wonder while pensive he’s liable to tripping over or walking into things before carrying on as normally as his trance would allow.
This also gives way to a much more mature side of his nature that expands long beyond his years and although his given intellect at the time may not actually be accurate it would certainly give the notion that it could, somewhere, someplace be possible. This subject of thinking even lowers his tail and his head and just as this is the case his cheek is gone and he is quiet and self sufficient, showing full respect and submissiveness towards his higher ups. Fortunately or unfortunately this peace for the others never stays around for long and he is soon reattaching his springs and bouncing about the falls.
Finally (if I don’t bring up all the teeny tiny extras O.O) is his not only mature but cautious. His history means that though he may seem like a clueless ball of fuzzy multi-coloured chaos he does in fact know a great deal about self preservation. Although he loves to talk, the topic rarely ventures to any form of talking about himself as opening up just gives room to be destroyed form the inside out. As a result he doesn’t have anyone close to him… none that are alive anyway. He isn’t depressed at all though so don’t get that wrong he is merely cautious about his peers and surroundings. However his batteries are far to charged for him to be let down for long, if ever by this side of him.
Tarquinn was born in the unclaimed lands; The Kumori Plains. He was the second youngest in a family of six including his mother; Kara and father; Harley. Before the birth of the youngest and only female another she-wolf had been due but had died before birth. Though this severed the families hearts deeply they did what they could to make the lives of their living young a happy one. Tarquinn was the only one to inherit such a unique blend of his parent’s colouring but he was a happy pup and felt just as at home as any normal wolf would. His family was a happy one despite its occasional misfortunes and although he was a loner this had never phased him or lead him to feel alone. His parents and siblings were dear to him and he greatly looked forward to living his life with them.Other:
This was not to be. Not long after Tara’s 1st month of life was up the food of the Plains became scarce and a great fear of starvation plagued the minds of all the wolves of the hostile lands. The plants where in short supply and as a result the prey moved to greener lands, some of the wolves moving with them. Amongst those who stayed were Tarquinn and his family. The lack of food meant that one parent could only bring back small meals that could barely fill one pup let alone a pack and so both parents, much to their distrust of the notion were soon forced to hunt together in order to return with a sustaining meal. This not only left the cubs alone but didn’t always prove fruitful and the further starvation made this task all the more impossible.
One loathsome day when Tara’s parents were away the sound of sniffing and scratching could be heard and soon enough a small pack of half starved wolves appeared, blocking the entrance to the den. They were so thin their bones where visible clearly under their skin and it was obvious form their crazed eyes that the only thing they’d found to suit for a menu was the abandoned cubs. They lunged at the babies, jaws wide and teeth glistening with saliva, the cubs terrified. And in Tarquinn’s desperate pleas to be un noticed it appeared that it had happened. They hadn’t seen him. Not waiting for his luck to run short he bolted, his tiny tail tip wagging desperately, his eyes closed through all the tears.
Upon his parent’s return they found an empty den but for the sound of weeping deep within the shadows where Tarquinn had returned and sat, haunted by the creations of what must’ve happened racing through his mind. They asked no questions, they knew as they rushed over to comfort their, now only son. Kara and Harley vowed never to leave his side, one would always stay while the other hunted and so this became the routine by which the tri lived.
Tarquinn had grown, he was bigger and stronger too but he was still just a pup at 5 and a half months old. But disaster had once more rose to show her demonic face and no sooner had Harley departed but the same ravenous wolves appeared grinning and snarling at the almost defenceless mother and her cub. She fought to hold them off and did everything to defend her son but she could not match the five of them. Her final howl echoed in Tarquinn’s ears as he fled once more.
He never returned to that cursed den but waited for his fathers return not far off in a place they knew. It had been weeks but Harley never came. His brilliant mane and gentle paws never felt the winds of the plains again for he had fallen to his death from a blind cliff where his body gave itself up to the earth below. Eventually hunger forced Tarquinn to leave the Plains, his fur stained with salt and tear-tracks, his eye burning from all the crying he had shed over the loss of the only others he’d ever loved and the one place he was home. The occasional rabbit feeding him, the slightly greener lands led him to water and soon, at the end of his 6th month he reached the pack lands of Fukai where his first paw has stepped into its boundaries.
His speech will be in purple (#BF3EFF) and the main text colour will be in green (#00FF7F), his 2nd ability will be purchased a.s.a.p. any specialities with it that can effect cost let me know, finally; For those of you who’ve seen this wolf under Elf’s name, you’re correct he was her wolf for me, but do not worry! ^-^ I have both her and Sway’s permission to own him as long as I re-write his profile myself. You can PM either/both for conformation.
Parent Description:
Kara was Tara’s mother. She was a blue wolf, her coat with a divine blend of light sky and dark blue. Her paws a dashing orange that blend off into her blue coat without boundaries. She also has a large, elongated saddle shaped splash of orange running down her spine. Finally her underbelly shares the same colour as Tara’s tail tip and her eyes colour are the same as the iris of his and they glisten like diamonds in the moonlight.Mate: Never met anyone to have such considerations about including his young age.
His father, Harley was a lean red based wolf with lush green socks on his paws, standing about 5 foot at the shoulder height and broad chested. This should be Tarquinn’s rough size when he is fully grown if a little shorter due to his mothers size. A stunning electric blue mane runs down his fathers head and stretches out to his shoulder blades giving Tarquinn’s own Mohawk. His fathers eyes are an oceanic greeny-blue that blend in with the purple ones of Tarquinn’s mother in their son. His smile is truly gorgeous.
Pups: Maybe one day but not a common thought of his. XD
Zodiac Sign: Gemini