Post by Aeon on Apr 13, 2010 13:29:03 GMT -5
Nicknames: Rem, Rick, Meri
Age: 14 seasons
Gender: Male
Desired Pack: Toko Forest
Desired Rank: Alpha/Alphess
Looks:
Age: 14 seasons
Gender: Male
Desired Pack: Toko Forest
Desired Rank: Alpha/Alphess
Looks:
His looks are linked into his power as far as his fur patterns and markings are concerned so I shall leave the greater details of them till his power description.Power:
His height from paw pad to ear tip is only about 3.7 feet but he uses his lack of height to the fullest of its advantages especially in a fight against a taller wolf. Since being smaller then your opponent allows you to slip into places where they may find is difficult to move around or even slipping between there legs to avoid serious injury, but being smaller also gives him one other advantage over his adversary and that is the fact that he will have a lover more stable centre of gravity then they will making it harder for him to be moved if he doesn’t wish to be so (unless he is picked upwards) and with only a little bit of strength used he would be able to both pick up a wolf onto his frame and half throw half roll them of onto the floor as you would in marshal-arts.
His fur is currently thin and course showing its lack of nourishment that is further enhanced by the current dullness of its colours with faded purples and bleached bone coloured patterns.
His pelt hangs loosely over his visible bony frame with his ribs and spine both sticking out where there should be muscle and fat to cover them. His shoulders stuck out like tome stones already declaring his end but he would not yet stop his search. But despite his ravaged and starved to near death form you will still see hints of his former vigour with areas around his legs still covered by thick powerfully built muscles still clinging to his pitiful frame, and even though you knew he could not now win a fight he would certainly not go down easily.
And if didn’t already look savaged enough by the harshness of life you will see scars visible upon him made even more horrendous by his current condition but the three that stand out the most are the scars around his muzzle from a fight that robed him of his sense of smell. The healed but still ravaged wound upon his left shoulder where it looks like another had tried to devour him alive but stopped after getting a taste and deeming him repulsive to his pallet. And the scars that would normally be invisible if had he been in good bodily condition, are visible at the end of his tail. One would think that he used to have a longer then average tail but at some point the end was broken and left to die until it was removed giving him now an averaged sized tail to see.
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His normal appearance would be that of a finely muscled average wolf with vivid shades of brown running through his entire coat and patterns of creamy wight typically in the form of 2 wolf pups separate to one another with one curled up sleeping and the other flying with elongated ears for wings. His entire coat in the right light seem to have a very subtle shade of purple mixed in with his brown hues.
But these patters change regularly sometimes two-three times a day but will always take the form of two wolf pups one with long ear-wings doing something separate to other.
Life Bond - His power is useless in terms of both combat and defence for it has no physical form excluding the markings that decorate his pelt.
His main power is that his loved ones which he devotes himself too truly (like the bond of lovers or between parent and child) will form a pattern of them upon his fur permanently as long as they live and remain in his heart.
(These patterns are never the same from week to week and sometimes from day to day depending on the strength of the emotions they display in their daily lives constantly shift to resemble what they may be doing for extended periods of time sleeping, running, ect.) (If their scared to death and cowering it will show in Merrick’s markings. and vies-versa with other emotions)
A section of his natural creamy fur patterns will move and shape themselves into a tribal like version of the loved ones upon his fur. (This doesn't have to be a fall body tribal wolf it can be just their head howling showing their emotions in their facial features, ect)
Eyes:His eyes are of a vibrant cobalt blue which passed onto both of his young but only one live now.Wings:No wings are present physically but for those that can see either the spirit world or the souls of others that are alive they will be able to see six striking wings of different colours, emerald green, sapphire blue, ruby red, topaz brown, and the first two wings are both black and wight like with the yin yang symbol they are both a dominant colour and have a little bit of the other at the edges as if framing them. - ("cannot use them for flight since they are not physical." Doesn't even know he has them till he dies.)Personality:His personality is one that is both easy to see and understand but difficult at times to pin point. He will except responsibility easy and this can sometimes lead him to take on more then he can actually handle and in the end only gets him into more trouble. When he is at fault he will do what he can to make up for it if he sees that he has been truly wrong, this isn't helped by his mentality that he is always having to make up for something he isn't able to either give or do adding to he constant wanting to make up for what ever it is he lacks in other ways even if he doesn‘t lack anything at all.History:
His nature is very kind hearted and deeply loving for he has an unlimited capacity to love and will truly devote himself to them no matter what the risk to himself maybe and this has led him to receive many of his scars practically the ones that look the most horrific and have stolen his sense of smell.
Even though he can love deeply and this from time to time has led him to be to trusting he is not a fool by a long shot he will always look out for the little pup that follows him and he has made him his own kin. He would give his life to save her as he is doing so for his missing pup as he wonders.
One thing he has said to each of his loved ones that have ever been bonded by his power is “If I have to choose between you or breathing, I will use my last breath to say how much I love you”He has been a wondering wolf for as long as he can remember there was no other life to him then this at least it never occured to him. Spending most of his time just thinking about hims self do to lack of anyone elss to look after he did what he needed to survive fro simple hunting and drinking what there was in the outlands and from time to time which he is not very prowed of he would steal from the lands of others.Other:
About the time he had reached his fith season he came along a small group of lonors that were in a state of turmoil due to infighting over who deserved the bigger share of food the could be gathered which wasnt very much as far as e could see but what cought his eyes the most was a fae near the middle of the pack closest to where the food had been placed fighting for her share. She wasnt little by any means.
Large for a female she was about the same size of a larger then average male brute to his surprise but it was evedent that she was a female due to her sent she released.
Before Merrick could even think of what he was doing he had already made his way to the gathered food and the near fea picked up the larger share and looked directly into the females eyes as if telling her to to due as he did and was about to do. The next few moments were a blurr as adrelaline poured into his blood from yje excetiment he felt and strangely no remorses for those that would miss out. All that occupide his mind was the large fae following him from behind with what little was left.
They made good time on there run from the group and merrick reasoned that even though they had taken the food they had just gathered they had also prevented the infighting over it from getting out of hand thus reducing their suffering for a time and to stick together in these harsh lands.
Over the following couple of seasons and a few more food raids later the pair had formed a strong dependerble and loving relationship and later found out that she was carrying their young. Times where not right for children to be carried or birthed so Merrick had to choose what would be best for his family and thus chose to join the next wondering pack of lonors they could find. A few more seasons down the line Merrick was the farther of two and had chosen in the interests of his young his partner and his current pack to join the scouts to keep whatch over hostile packs near their own.
But things did not go as to plan shortly after Merrick left the scouting party to do a bit of his own he ran into a vile twisted peice of wolf blood if ever there was one and he pronounced him self as Jackle..
Every time Merrick tried to howl a warning this deamon would glow and now sound would leave Merricks lips to warn his family his pack. Tears streamed down his fur at the wolfs tornts about their deaths coming to hand and how it was his fault for being powerless to even given them the time they needed to flee.
(this history isnt done by a long shot but will work on him when I have more time so please approve for now)his speach will be in brown in bold and with ""Parent Description:
his thoughts will be in just brown
He is followed by a young pup by the name Phlex since she was found alone wondering the skys out of harms reach unable to remember who and where she cam fromHis farther was a brown black in colouration with bright cream eyes lean in both muscle and tongue he could break a wolfs wit with a few symbol words as he did on many occasions to his brew making sure that they were kept in check and followed their mothers lead. For some reason he left with his mother in to leaving the pups to survive for there own. Perhaps that was just there way.Mate: Not anymore but maybe in future (wishes to be desired by Vanya for he will fall in love with her.)
His mother was a dark shade of florescent purple with streaks of brown and red, her eyes were the same stunning cobalt blue as his own. Unlike his farther who was exceptionally large for any wolf his mother remained small but by no means weak. On occasion she would put their farther in his place.
Pups: 2 but one perrished and the other missing he also has a 3rd - adopted (wouldnt mind bringin more into life but will also take the packs pups as his children also.)
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
