Post by Aeon on Mar 25, 2010 18:25:16 GMT -5
Nicknames: Akuma
Age: Three blood moons
Gender: Male
Desired Pack: Misuteriasu Mountains
Desired Rank: other
Looks:
His thoughts will be in just plain brownParent Description:
Pups: I guese I could always do with walking treats.
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Age: Three blood moons
Gender: Male
Desired Pack: Misuteriasu Mountains
Desired Rank: other
Looks:
With Jackle’s looks were do I begin...Power:
I guess I should start with his legs and work my way up.
Like all wolves he has four paws and as you would find with normal wolves he contains all for there typical features. (one tail and head, eyes, paws, leg ect)
On his front left leg it starts of ice wight before becoming toxic green just after the forth didget at the back of the leg. On the other three legs wight is replaced with light brown and the green is a coal black.
On all four the second colouring of the legs take on a patter as if the were paint running down them.
His main body is predominately a dark brown with hyena patterns of light brown and bits of the same coal black.
His head has sharp listening ears with the right looking slightly chewed and the colouration patterns on his head split between his muzzle and his eyes in a distinctive line with black on the top and dark brown with flecks of light brown. This gives the appearance of a Zorro mask.
He has no mane but has a scare left upon the back of his neck and he does have an over hang of fur for a fringe with the end being coloured with toxic green standing out against the coal black.
His tail was once a beautiful manifestation of fur with speckled green, black, and wight and still is at least up and till half way. Like looking at a forest next to a dessert his tail is beautiful till half way when all you see is a loss of most of its fur and evident sores and teeth marks from what one can only assume is being chewed.
His teeth resemble that of a shark since they are all fangs meening he has to rip small pieces of and then swollow the colour of his teeth are a radient wight and the colour of the claws upon his feet are that of a deep crimson red as if his constant lust for blood and flesh has stained them with permenent blood.
Despite how he looks both alluring and mauled at the same time it is evident that he is powerful and fast by the way his pelt moves and ripples over lean well developed muscles gained from no easy life. This wolf had it hard he properly came from the out lands and was not only forced to fight just to live but also for food water and what little valuable territory there was.
Jackle is one that was born with a twisted personality and like himself his power is one that can be used in such perverse ways.Eyes:
He controls the power of sound in all its forms. In short he is able to manipulate the sound waves that almost everything make from that of a swaying tree or a rushing waterfall he is able to reproduce these sounds were ever he sees fit to do so as long as he has spent a period of time listening to them.
(5-20 minuets depending on its complexity)
However this power can also be greatly miss used for he will also be able to replicate an animals distress calls or there cries of pain but its miss use doesn’t just stop at replicating sound he is also able to reduce (quieten) and/or cancel out sound waves.
In affect this means for a small area with him being at the epicentre he is able to mute all sound around him so that no bark or howl will reach the ears of creatures both within and outside of his radius or if he chooses set up a sound barrier that prevents sound from passing through it but all sound made on the inside can be heard by those that are inside.
His eyes are the colour of ambre and like such a stone contain many impurities although the magnitude of his eyes are of the same colour there are bits here and there that look tarnished with varying colours of green.Wings:
There are no wings for one such as him.Personality:
His personality is not one that is hard to understand but it is one that defies most if not all normal boundaries of sense for wolves. He can be both a charming person at one point and then grin from above you as he holds your heart within is jaw but still look like he’s only flirting with. No matter the situation he always seems to be enjoying himself even when he is in pain in truth it appears that he is in fact enjoying himself all the more if he is receiving or inflicting said pain. Jackle is a wolf you would define as a sadomasochist someone who takes pleasure in both receiving and inflicting either pain and/or suffering onto others this coupled with his love of a wolfs flesh and the natural thrill of the hunt prior to its ultimate consumption be that alive or dead at the time makes Jackle both a vary dangerous and twisted sick wolf.History:
Apart from his now obvious pleasures of the flesh in more then its normal forms he naturally seems to charmingly mad if such a combination can be found as said previously he can look like he is flirting with you while holding you heart between his teeth. But there is something deep down that slumbers and if such a horror were to awake there would be no getting between him ad his prey his obsession with them will consume him and he will follow them to the ends of the world if he could feast upon then and saint his hunger and it is this that will be often reflected within his eyes for those to see when he hungers and when you see into his eyes like that you are no longer looking at a wolf you are looking at your own mortality before something far worse then any night mare can produce.
In his own words. |”May you all pass my lips”
He gained his first set of teeth before he was even born within the womb and like some unborn sharks he followed the instincts given to him through fate, before his brain was developed enough to understand what he was doing or even remember anything of it he had made not only his first few kills and became what we would label as a cannibal- one that would eat his own kind. However even in his premature state something was left behind from the encounter something that was seared deep into his subconscious mind like a foul seed of some disease corrupting spreading and growing into an abomination, and what was left imprinted onto this pups very being you ask? Well unfortunately it was that wolves taste very, very good there delicious succulent flavour mingled in with the warmth and protection he felt within his parent mother and the undeniable feeling of love he felt from her made a wolfs taste all the more addictive and it becomes an addiction later on that he must saint so he can feel such feelings over and over again.Other: His speach will be in brown bold and in ""
(Whenever he tastes wolf flesh it brings back a subconscious memory of what I have just describe above the feelings of love protection warmth and a taste he has loved since before his birth.)
Much later on after the subsequent consumption of his sisters and brothers he began to out live his stay within his mothers body because by this time she was reaching the end of her pregnancy with her unborn pups and was preparing for the motherhood that followed but sadly she would never be able to enjoy such a time since before then came the birthing and that is where she would meet her end giving up her life in order to give it to her young.
Because of the extra nourishment he had gained from his siblings absence and there devour-ment he grew at an accelerated pace leaving him to be very large for an unborn child before there birthing and it is this exceptionally large size that is believed to be the course for his mothers complications when she tried to bring forth his form into a new life outside of the womb that led her to perish from bleeding out till she had no more to give.
All the pup remembers from that time is being bathed in a warm thick liquid that passed a sweet metallic taste over his lips, the closeness of his mothers fur filling the air around with her sent, the metallic taste that held his tongue reminded him of his joys within the womb and perhaps the most sweetest memory he has from that time is the undeniable cries of pain that only added to this pups twisted ecstasy that lit his addiction beyond the point of no return for now he craved to hear those same sounds of pain and satisfy his new found hunger for the flesh of his own kin.
With the death of his mother came the death of his father’s love for him, he blamed his son for his partners untimely end using him as a scape-goat and not letting himself even develop a bond with his only born. If it were not for the words his mother cried out as she died he would have either killed or abandoned the pup where he was but he swore that he would at least raise him till he could defend himself.
On the even of his seventh moon something happened that Jackle could not be changed, over countless nights and months of trying to suppress an urge that only grew all the more he tried he committed a grave violation of the pack. After a resent attack from a pack unknown leaving many of his kin dead or in pain past a point of recovery, his control snapped with the smell of blood tainting the air and a banquet laid out before him of both the flesh and the painful moans of his dying comrades he couldn’t help himself.
He gorged himself upon the dead and the injured and found something that lay buried from his birth and before even then, the only reason why he did not decimate all of those that lay was because of his farther.
The anger and hatred he slowly built up for his son now had a reason to be vented out and that exactly what he did biting deep into his sons flesh at the back of his neck he tore him away from his meal and chased him from the packs home leaving him to the ravishes of the out lands.
In time over many seasons Jackle grew strong in some ways to strong as he wondered these lands were only the strong can but not always survive but Jackle did survive and not only because he was strong but also because he fed upon the wolves he came across giving him a source of food most would not touch.
At one point he came across a trail of two wolves that seemed to be scouts for a larger pack well needless to say he joined then for dinner at there expense, he was later found by the rest of there comrades has he was still supping on the first of his two kills. To put a long story short till a later date he joined with them and ravaged the homes and packs of other wolves they didn’t care who they killed or weather they would have even been willing to help all they craved was blood and no one more then Jackle.
His thoughts will be in just plain brownParent Description:
His mother was a stunning brown wolf with patterns that resembled something akin to eyes running along the length of her coat on her sides her eyes were a bright green that contrasted completely with her pelt.Parent Description:
Her power was a poison that en-heightens all your senses of pain and in some cases would set a wolfs nerve endings of fire (so to speak) making them incapacitated with excruciating pain.
His mother was a stunning brown wolf with patterns that resembled something akin to eyes running along the length of her coat on her sides her eyes were a bright green that contrasted completely with her pelt.Mate: Perhaps if shes tasty.
Her power was a poison that en-heightens all your senses of pain and in some cases would set a wolfs nerve endings of fire (so to speak) making them incapacitated with excruciating pain.
His father's name was Aeron with a quick wit and quicker temper he found many ways to display his displeasure even with the current Alpha of the pack and every one before him. It was well know that if you wished to be leader long you stayed in Aeron's good books or the pack would have to replace the alpha again after a little miss-hap with scouting information.
He was the head scouter and forrager due to his ability to see lingering sent inprints even when the sent can no longer be sniffed, he was once asked what he sees when following a sent and he described " I can see the colour that marks your sent and hunt you for weeks if i wish, now leave and ask no more unless you also wish to be set upon the trail our soon to be dead alpha has just taken!"
His coat is that of the stone tigre's eye with off sets of green flecks here and there making him both stunning and dashing but terrifieing if he wishes to stalk you as the green blend with the leaves and the browns with the dead ones.
Pups: I guese I could always do with walking treats.
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio