Post by ! w o l f o x. on May 19, 2010 7:48:39 GMT -5
Name: AVALON - male
Nicknames: none
Age: unknown
Gender: male
Desired Pack: Nigori Marshlands
Rank: Subordinate
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Parent Description:
Mate:Gwenhwyfar
Pups:Kyduan, Amr, Gwydre, Llacheu, and Duran
Zodiac Sign: leo
Nicknames: none
Age: unknown
Gender: male
Desired Pack: Nigori Marshlands
Rank: Subordinate
Looks:
It is clear, even from his looks, that Avalon is a wolf past his times and has seen much of the world. He is on the larger spectrum of the average sized wolf, and though his muscles do not bulge out, he is quite strong- as if he has known fighting for a long time. Even with all this muscle, he is still able to maneuver around quite nicely. His pelt is thick and full, making his already large frame seem even more bulked up, but not overly so. His fur is a dark navy blue to compare with the midnight sky and without light it seems entirely black. But the bottom of his muzzle, all down his chest, belly, and the bottom of his tail, his pelt is a pure while color that seems almost whiter than snow. His eyes glow a crystal blue color that seem as though they can look straight through you and know what you are thinking. Over his left eye is a x shaped scar, and the center seems to line up directly in the center of his pupil when he looks straight ahead. Around his neck and his ankles are concrete shackles covered with black steel. When adrenaline starts pumping through his body, he tends to salivate so much that it oozes out of his mouth. The reason for this would be because his saliva is poisonous, and he tends to be a little rabid with adrenaline coursing through him. His voice is deep and his posture displays power and pride and his wisdom seems to ooze out of his pores.
Power:
Venom;; Avalon has the power, more or less, of poison. It is actually more of a venom, meaning it must enter the blood stream for it to take affect. So you could drink the venom he drools… not that we advise doing that. He can control the degree of the venom, as it can go from a tingling sensation all the way to severe necrosis. He secretes the venom from small glands located right next to his salivary glands. And as adrenaline pumps through his body, it causes his salivary glands to swell, pushing against the venom glands and causing his saliva and venom to mix. He cannot spit venom at will, he must be angry or possibly extremely hungry. He is immune to his own venom, and that of a black mamba. Any other snake’s venom can harm him, but not exactly kill him. He just tends to be very week for a week or two, and then he bounces back. Other wolves with venom can harm him judging by their power. He is not immune to their venom in any possible way. Surprisingly, his tears can serve as an anti-venom just in case he never meant to harm you.
Eyes:
His eyes glow a crystal blue color that seem as though they can look straight through you and know what you are thinking.
Wings:
none
Personality:
Avalon is a calm, cool, and collected wolf. He doesn't speak much at all, but that doesn't matter for him. He always lives by the rule that actions speak louder than words and this is especially true with the wise Avalon. He has seen the past and the lands and knows that not everything is kind. He is a kindhearted fellow and will go out of his way to make sure others are safe. He will sacrifice himself to make sure that others, especially pups, get out alive. He believes that pups are first because they are the future. But, that being said, he is not always a kind wolf. If you wake him from his sleep, he will threaten to tear you apart and if you continue to agrivate him, be prepared to limp around for a few months. If you anger him completely, you will go missing, and no one will find your body. So, with all this anger he holds, it is safe to assume that he is a very brutal fighter and this is true. You can never quite tell exactly what he is thinking either, which just serves to make him that much more dangerous.
History:
Avalon is no where near proud of his past. The things he’s done haunt him constantly.
He was born into a pack where mates could only have one pup per litter. To decide which pup was the strongest and would contribute to the pack and genepool in the best way, the newborns were separated at birth. Three months later, after starving for a week, they were placed together with food in the middle. They were forced to fight to the death. As you may have collected, he was the winner and given the name Avalon. His nameless sister was thrown into the nearby river- no one ever seemed to care about her.
As he was one of the four surviving pups of the season, he was raised to think of the other three as lesser than himself- Gwenhwyfar, Ignatius, and Jariot. He was raised as the top killer, Gwenhwyfar was raised as the top lookout, Ignatius was raised as the top healer, and Jariot was the pup caretaker.
One evening, Avalon and Gwenhwyfar were arguing and soon it turned into an all out brawl between them. When she pinned him down, teeth at his neck, he realized just how strong the fae was. It was at this instant that he became infatuated with her.
As they grew older, Jariot passed away and Gwenhwyfar was forced to take her spot as pup caretaker. It wasn’t long after that, Avalon attempted to force her to be his mate. Of course, she kicked his arse again and sent him to Ignatius, limping to be healed. He came back the next day to apologize and to state that he was attempting to woo her.
Soon after, the two were mates and Gwenhwyfar was swollen with his pups. He was proud, but soon they both realized that only one of the pups would live and in the middle of the night, they left the pack and had their pups in the loner lands. He was the proud father of five lovely pups- Kyduan, Amr, Gwydre, Llacheu, and Duran. His pups were strong, gaining their strength and skill from both him and Gwenhwyfar.
But one night, as the sun set below the plains, a brush fire broke out, setting the dried grass ablaze- right where Avalon’s family was sleeping while he hunted. He ran back to them, but by the time he got there, nothing but the burned carcass of his lovely Gwenhwyfar was left. The fire was put out by the rain as he lifted his head and howled. Deep depression sank into his bones and he refused to leave the cooked remains- not even to hunt. Eventually, the hunger got the best of him, and he began to eat what was left of his beloved Gwenhwyfar.
Coming to his senses, he left, the taste of another wolf heavy on his tongue. He traveled into the lands of Aelyn and this is where his story begins.
Other:
He doesn't realize that his pups are still alive.((I do not own the historical events that are related to this character. This is merely my fascination with anthropology mixing with my most beloved animal. He is based on the land of Avalon from Arthurian legends and he is also based on King Arthur himself.))
Parent Description:
mother;; Avalon’s mother, Igerna, was a lovely fae despite not being sleekly built. She had a strong frame and powerful muscles. Her legs were longer than the norm, compared to her body, giving her great running power. Her black fur shimmered and her bright blue eyes were attractive. Her large wings were white, as were her secondary pair.
father;; Avalon’s father, Uther was a large and strong brute. He was a powdery blue color with black triangles under his eyes and four black dots over his left eye. His tail was only a skeleton, and tipped with a spike. His eyes were blood red and his claws were retractable.
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Zodiac Sign: leo