Post by Aeon on Nov 19, 2009 10:15:15 GMT -5
This is a picture of my Wolf when he is releasing his element (Thermal kinesis <- the manipulation of heat energy on the infer-red spectrum. subsequently named Hidden Flame)
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And here is what his patterns look like normally,
the coloration is different than on this picture though as the misty white parts of his fur aren't white they're silver, only the end part of the tail past the charcoal black patterning remains white. ^-^
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NAME: Aeon.
NICKNAMES: Quil, Esper.
GENDER: Male.
DESIRED RANK: Beta of the Nigori Marshlands.
AGE: 20 in human years, roughly 140 in Wolf years (if I'm right on the 7-1 ratio) but still particularly young in comparison to his biological packs life span, leaving him around mid to late adolescence.
LOOKS: His looks display a manner that is soft but firm. He is tall and well built. His ears are attentive with a slight hornlike curve to them thus giving them a horn illusion from a distance. He is coated in thin but thickly packed charcoal coloured fur. When his fur catches the wind it wisps about is body like fire ash dancing on the wind. The sooty grey and silver colouration of his fur is patterned with pitch coal black that cover his ears and surround his blazing eyes.
The are also long slashes of black markings that run under his eyes and down across his throat. These are also present running along his tail and right at its tip is white.
Running along his back are two parallel scars that dig deep into his flesh and haven’t fully healed over with fur. And these are the only remains of his once glorious wings.
When his power releases his fur lights up like a sleeping fire awoken and brought to life. His fur flicks with vibrant bloody reds, golden orangey-yellows and shadowed blacks that course down his body in flecks and stripes. Combined they flare like fire and when he moves, as does his fur like a roaring forest fire both under and out of control. A site or chaotic hate.
The scars of his wings are still visible in this form but instead of just remaining like normal scars, they seem to glow an astonishing red, showing the pain of the wounds and the action in which they were created. His eyes also change drastically and burn with his fury.
POWER: Thermal kinesis in other words the ability to control heat itself but only in the form of releasing or absorbing vast amounts of heat energy including fire but not magma or lightning for the elements are to different since magma/lava is super heated rock past its melting point and lighting although superheated is comprised of electrons. Aeon can only manipulate heat in its simplest form the infer-red wave lengths emitted from a heats source like a fire or the sun and the area around magma/lava but not the rock. He can do as iv mostly said he can assimilate vast amounts of infer-red wave length heat energy and/or emit it at will seemingly without harm to ones self but he has no control beyond that so when he’s using his element all in the surrounding area suffer be they friend or foe (e.g. dry wood when close will com-bust without any visible course except that Aeon's coat has changed colour to show the changes his body undergoes to use his power without self harm. The height of his control over his power is to be able to raise his own body temperature to a point that would be the same as a white hot rock thus making it possible for him to do added combat physical damage over a short period of time and suppress fire damage from others. (reduced damage not immune for he can still be over heated) However due to his element he is weekend in environments that would be cold like the mountains and the water fall areas. He suffers little to no discomfort in hot areas and weathers but suffers badly in cold times. (e.g. desert in the day is a light summer, dessert at night is "deadly" cold.
PERSONALITY: He lives a solitary life though this would not be so if he felt like he had a choice. This wolf has a heart of such immense kindness that should anything befall those he holds dear it would surely damage him greatly. It is natural to him to treat everyone neutrally, he is inclined to not pass judgement without just cause and even then be resentful to the idea of doing so in any extreme way. He is greatly afraid of what his powers can do, should he loose control of them, and the idea of burning to ashes all those he would live with and let close to him is more than he could bare.
He does also contradicts this fear with his equally balanced adoration and amazement at his power, he also sees it as a shield, a physical form of his deceased mother who will forever be watching over him.
His mind is also burdened with heavy confusion and of trying to make desperate sense of the, gap filled knowledge he has about his history. He does not wish to harbour false hope within himself but he is sure that in that dreadful time of his past he was rescued by a wolf with jet black paws.
EYES: Light amber-red eyes with golden pupils. And when using his ability the golden pupils of his eyes consume the iris and the white until they become the entire eyes themselves, leaving a golden glow in the eye sockets were the eyes should be.
WINGS: None for they were burned away a long time ago in order for Aeon to survive.
HISTORY: Born under the sign of the Libra's sun Zodiac he was seen as one who would bring peace and warmth to the village and joy upon his home pack. After 4 years of this continued happiness, brought both to his Birth Pack and a farming village that did treat them like the guardians of there land for keeping the fields fertile and the harvest bountiful, disaster struck. Due to the reckless over-farming of the foolish humans their fields went sterile and refused to yield anymore bounty to all who relied and tended them. In their arrogance the villagers deluded themselves into believing that the guardians they treated like deity's became the vile monsters that ravaged there fields of life.
Following the second week during the summer month after the sun nestled behind the distant mountains the torches came. At first they seem to be just distant lights of the past souls that wondered the mountain in search of those they loved. But then, we heard them. The shouts of rage and the merciless voices of those that should never have been born. All I can remember were the yelps of pain, the holes of are den feeling warm and my family screaming in pain as smoke strangled my lungs a stabbed at my eyes.
“Why do they hurt us? WHY DO THEY TREAT US LIKE DEMONS WHEN THEY’RE THE MONSTROSITIES!? THEY DESERVE TO HAVE THEIR SKIN MELT FROM THEIR FACES THEY DESERVE TO DIE FOR THEIR MERCELESS RAPE OF THE LAND AND CAUSED THE PAIN OF MY KIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
All I can remember after the smoke and the screams is one thing. One feeling and only one, an overwhelming emotion of hate that they should just all burn to ash themselves, and then nothing. It was as if I had been asleep from that point on but when I awoke my home was gone the pack I had once called family scattered or dead and are home the ridge behind the wise old oak tree upon the west side of the mountain side was no more than a barren land were a great fire had swept through. It left the earth sore and weeping. In my moment of hate I had discovered new strength and it became one that controlled me and not I controlling it. Leaving what I once called home behind I set of for a place were my kind were, where humans hopefully were rarely seen for I now considered them no differently to the pests that try to feed of me; ticks and fleas alike. The only true solution was to burn them all into the ground and hope something good will come of it.
OTHER INFO: Would like to join the Nigori Marshlands, preferably be a subordinate but not essential,
his speech will be in ""s, bold and in Maroon. And his thought will just be in Maroon
PARENTAL DESCRIPTION:He does not remember his family with great detail but he is aware of a few details.
His father was a midnight blue wolf with eyes like the coals of a raging inferno. His wings like those of a bat; pitch black, leathery and torn. They speak themselves of the hardships endured by this male. He had two tails, one that was a deep midnight blue that seemed to shimmer as though littered with stars while the other remained as black as void and emptiness itself where no light seemed to brighten it nor escape its grasp along with his jet black paws that seems to steal the light around them coating it in black desolation. He was a farther who, to Aeon’s memory, was always there for him but with a cold and eerie personality that never seemed to show any emotion without his mate near him.
His mother was a deep, blazing fiery red that ran through her coat and also her veins, coupled with her eyes are the coldest onyx. These two traits alone give their frightful testimony to a demonic bloodline, one of which who‘s blood boils with rage and fury, the heart beating with endless passion and the only person to Aeons memorie who could have warmed his farthers own heart. They were perfect for each other but she died in the birthing of her third litter.
MATE: None
PUPS: None
ZODIAC SIGN: Libra's sun sigh Capricorn’s moon sigh and Leo’s rising sigh
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And here is what his patterns look like normally,
the coloration is different than on this picture though as the misty white parts of his fur aren't white they're silver, only the end part of the tail past the charcoal black patterning remains white. ^-^
click it
NAME: Aeon.
NICKNAMES: Quil, Esper.
GENDER: Male.
DESIRED RANK: Beta of the Nigori Marshlands.
AGE: 20 in human years, roughly 140 in Wolf years (if I'm right on the 7-1 ratio) but still particularly young in comparison to his biological packs life span, leaving him around mid to late adolescence.
LOOKS: His looks display a manner that is soft but firm. He is tall and well built. His ears are attentive with a slight hornlike curve to them thus giving them a horn illusion from a distance. He is coated in thin but thickly packed charcoal coloured fur. When his fur catches the wind it wisps about is body like fire ash dancing on the wind. The sooty grey and silver colouration of his fur is patterned with pitch coal black that cover his ears and surround his blazing eyes.
The are also long slashes of black markings that run under his eyes and down across his throat. These are also present running along his tail and right at its tip is white.
Running along his back are two parallel scars that dig deep into his flesh and haven’t fully healed over with fur. And these are the only remains of his once glorious wings.
When his power releases his fur lights up like a sleeping fire awoken and brought to life. His fur flicks with vibrant bloody reds, golden orangey-yellows and shadowed blacks that course down his body in flecks and stripes. Combined they flare like fire and when he moves, as does his fur like a roaring forest fire both under and out of control. A site or chaotic hate.
The scars of his wings are still visible in this form but instead of just remaining like normal scars, they seem to glow an astonishing red, showing the pain of the wounds and the action in which they were created. His eyes also change drastically and burn with his fury.
POWER: Thermal kinesis in other words the ability to control heat itself but only in the form of releasing or absorbing vast amounts of heat energy including fire but not magma or lightning for the elements are to different since magma/lava is super heated rock past its melting point and lighting although superheated is comprised of electrons. Aeon can only manipulate heat in its simplest form the infer-red wave lengths emitted from a heats source like a fire or the sun and the area around magma/lava but not the rock. He can do as iv mostly said he can assimilate vast amounts of infer-red wave length heat energy and/or emit it at will seemingly without harm to ones self but he has no control beyond that so when he’s using his element all in the surrounding area suffer be they friend or foe (e.g. dry wood when close will com-bust without any visible course except that Aeon's coat has changed colour to show the changes his body undergoes to use his power without self harm. The height of his control over his power is to be able to raise his own body temperature to a point that would be the same as a white hot rock thus making it possible for him to do added combat physical damage over a short period of time and suppress fire damage from others. (reduced damage not immune for he can still be over heated) However due to his element he is weekend in environments that would be cold like the mountains and the water fall areas. He suffers little to no discomfort in hot areas and weathers but suffers badly in cold times. (e.g. desert in the day is a light summer, dessert at night is "deadly" cold.
PERSONALITY: He lives a solitary life though this would not be so if he felt like he had a choice. This wolf has a heart of such immense kindness that should anything befall those he holds dear it would surely damage him greatly. It is natural to him to treat everyone neutrally, he is inclined to not pass judgement without just cause and even then be resentful to the idea of doing so in any extreme way. He is greatly afraid of what his powers can do, should he loose control of them, and the idea of burning to ashes all those he would live with and let close to him is more than he could bare.
He does also contradicts this fear with his equally balanced adoration and amazement at his power, he also sees it as a shield, a physical form of his deceased mother who will forever be watching over him.
His mind is also burdened with heavy confusion and of trying to make desperate sense of the, gap filled knowledge he has about his history. He does not wish to harbour false hope within himself but he is sure that in that dreadful time of his past he was rescued by a wolf with jet black paws.
EYES: Light amber-red eyes with golden pupils. And when using his ability the golden pupils of his eyes consume the iris and the white until they become the entire eyes themselves, leaving a golden glow in the eye sockets were the eyes should be.
WINGS: None for they were burned away a long time ago in order for Aeon to survive.
HISTORY: Born under the sign of the Libra's sun Zodiac he was seen as one who would bring peace and warmth to the village and joy upon his home pack. After 4 years of this continued happiness, brought both to his Birth Pack and a farming village that did treat them like the guardians of there land for keeping the fields fertile and the harvest bountiful, disaster struck. Due to the reckless over-farming of the foolish humans their fields went sterile and refused to yield anymore bounty to all who relied and tended them. In their arrogance the villagers deluded themselves into believing that the guardians they treated like deity's became the vile monsters that ravaged there fields of life.
Following the second week during the summer month after the sun nestled behind the distant mountains the torches came. At first they seem to be just distant lights of the past souls that wondered the mountain in search of those they loved. But then, we heard them. The shouts of rage and the merciless voices of those that should never have been born. All I can remember were the yelps of pain, the holes of are den feeling warm and my family screaming in pain as smoke strangled my lungs a stabbed at my eyes.
“Why do they hurt us? WHY DO THEY TREAT US LIKE DEMONS WHEN THEY’RE THE MONSTROSITIES!? THEY DESERVE TO HAVE THEIR SKIN MELT FROM THEIR FACES THEY DESERVE TO DIE FOR THEIR MERCELESS RAPE OF THE LAND AND CAUSED THE PAIN OF MY KIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
All I can remember after the smoke and the screams is one thing. One feeling and only one, an overwhelming emotion of hate that they should just all burn to ash themselves, and then nothing. It was as if I had been asleep from that point on but when I awoke my home was gone the pack I had once called family scattered or dead and are home the ridge behind the wise old oak tree upon the west side of the mountain side was no more than a barren land were a great fire had swept through. It left the earth sore and weeping. In my moment of hate I had discovered new strength and it became one that controlled me and not I controlling it. Leaving what I once called home behind I set of for a place were my kind were, where humans hopefully were rarely seen for I now considered them no differently to the pests that try to feed of me; ticks and fleas alike. The only true solution was to burn them all into the ground and hope something good will come of it.
OTHER INFO: Would like to join the Nigori Marshlands, preferably be a subordinate but not essential,
his speech will be in ""s, bold and in Maroon. And his thought will just be in Maroon
PARENTAL DESCRIPTION:He does not remember his family with great detail but he is aware of a few details.
His father was a midnight blue wolf with eyes like the coals of a raging inferno. His wings like those of a bat; pitch black, leathery and torn. They speak themselves of the hardships endured by this male. He had two tails, one that was a deep midnight blue that seemed to shimmer as though littered with stars while the other remained as black as void and emptiness itself where no light seemed to brighten it nor escape its grasp along with his jet black paws that seems to steal the light around them coating it in black desolation. He was a farther who, to Aeon’s memory, was always there for him but with a cold and eerie personality that never seemed to show any emotion without his mate near him.
His mother was a deep, blazing fiery red that ran through her coat and also her veins, coupled with her eyes are the coldest onyx. These two traits alone give their frightful testimony to a demonic bloodline, one of which who‘s blood boils with rage and fury, the heart beating with endless passion and the only person to Aeons memorie who could have warmed his farthers own heart. They were perfect for each other but she died in the birthing of her third litter.
MATE: None
PUPS: None
ZODIAC SIGN: Libra's sun sigh Capricorn’s moon sigh and Leo’s rising sigh