Post by xwhispersx on Oct 7, 2009 9:46:24 GMT -5
NAME:
Vetheious
NICKNAMES:
Veith
DESIRED RANK:
Rank? Why would he need one? He is going to outlive everyone although… Alpha or Beta. Good position worthy of him. (toko)
AGE:
Over a few thousand years of age
LOOKS:
His fur Is black, coal black not navy black so when he was in light it still looked dark and pure. No markings are set onto his flawless pelt, his fur long and wavy. His body structure perfect to a point of surreal, each muscle flexing beneath his glimmering black veil as if he was made of silk not flesh and bone. His paws delicate yet strong, his claws pearly white, the kind of white that glitters, and unbelievably long. His teeth are the same too, perfectly clean and deathly frightening beneath his black maw. His gums red, blood red. His tongue forked like a serpents yet that too is so unbelievably lovely and beautiful it sends chills down any creatures spine. His long black tail like a wave of darkness, constantly flowing around him. His eyes are red too although they do not seem perfect. Sinister malicious blood thirsty eyes that reflect no light, instead it swallows it beneath the surface. They hold a beauty not of this world, yet it is plain to see that no wolf dwells behind such voids. It is a demon looking back from a wolfs body. The pads under his feet, soft and gentle. The seem like he has never used them, never rested his gentle paws to the earth, never felt the warmth of the sun on his silky black fur. He is surreal, unreal and almost non-existent to any not staring right at him. To beautiful to describe yet so impure. He is taller than most wolves, larger and fiercer yet his form is almost as delicate as a Fae’s. Such divine elegance emits from his very being only to be tainted by the light of day.
As the sun rises his gleaming red eyes fade to a gentle and calming green, his structures remains the same but his pelt lightens to a pure white, it stands short yet feels like velvet to the touch. His teeth do not dull but slowly they peak from white to a black, his claws the same. His body seems to glow godly, amazing and pure. Like a dream has pulled itself into reality unlike the form at night that is almost from a beautiful nightmare. In the day he seems much kinder and carefree,
ELEMENT:
He holds a very odd gift, an ilness that infects the body from within and rots the vital organs. Weaker wolves stand no chance against it but adults and stronger wolves can usally fight it off providing he does not keep giving it back to the infected. Usally it just makes the infected weary as with most flu's and death is fairly rare.
There is a simple cure of chewing dried grass.
PERSONALITY:
He is not mean but he isn’t nice either, his voice handsome and luring he finds it hard to talk in fear he might lull the wolf to fall for him. He isn’t cruel but he loves death. He is a born leader, stern and bold when he speaks all shall listen. Veith has few flaws but his is very kind to mice and birds, he hates to see either killed and once he destroyed a pack of wolves for the death of an eagle. He is sarcastic and occasionally a little dramatic, he is a hopeless romantic too although he has never found one he has loved. He hated murders although he is one himself and despite appearances he is very laid back and fun loving. He loves pups too and would love some of his own but would never ever dream of having any. He couldn’t bare watching them grow old and die before he. Veith is wise and loves to teach, he loves learning too although there is few things he hasn’t learnt. Remember though Veith is a demon, a born killer and although he wishes otherwise the thirst for death is what grants his life, the more he kills. The longer he lives. He loves to kill and destroy all, to strike fear in the hearts of others and to surprise them with his power. He likes to hold power over others and although he is born for pack life he enjoys roaming, exploring the lands around him alone and unhindered searching for a way to pass his gift to others. He dreams of having a family like he, immortals that will wander with him through the lonely nights and days. ALSO HE LOVES CATNIP! It may not have the effects as with a cat but he has a crazy obsession with chewing it and can often be found with it hanging from his jaws.
EYES:
Red by night, green by day.
WINGS:
Two amazing wings although they are rarely visible, he has few organs in his body so they hide within him breaking the skin on his back only when he requires flight, the skin heals immediately.
HISTORY
It was in the dead of night Veithious first opened his eyes, not in this world oh no, but in another world. A world of cruel intentions and horrid reality. Every wolf born in this world looked the same. Grey, dreary grey. They moved the same, talked the same. Each voice the same to untrained ears. Drones of the darkest quality. Veith however was not, his gentle heartbeat slowing each passing day. He could hear, although he was young and the voices where clouded by a childs hearing
“ I.t w.I.l.l. n.o.t l.I.v.e, I.t.s d.e.f.o.r.m.ed”
“u.n.d.e.r.s.t.o.o.d s.I.r”
As young as he was he knew what this meant. Huddled beside his mothers warmth he listened to her heart, bu bump. Bu bump. He then listened to his own, his frail little life line. Bu bu… … … bump… he inhaled, his body trembling.
At a few weeks he noticed other things too, every one around him, all where like clones, all had the same tone, all had the same fur, the same eyes and all males held three identical scars on their left hind leg but not him. His voice gentle as it caressed the air. His fur as black as the night that continued forever. His eyes as red as blood. He was not right, something was wrong with him and he didn’t know why.
Veith walked the halls, his body fully developed as he reached his first year of life. He was much taller than the other wolves so he walked with his head low from the ceiling. A cave his home. The only time he saw the outside was when he entered the birthing grounds. A sacred place that after today he could no longer enter. If a mother was to give birth she was sent there to pray until the pups where born however there where four days a year when the full moon would hide in darkness, these days where know as Contrei Luminum or The empty lights in his native tongue. Pups born on this day where killed, his mother gave birth the day after one of these days and this was blamed for how he turned out.
Veith exited the tunnels, the birthing ground still as dark and dreary as his memories. His brother and sister both stood in line, grey and emotionless they waited for Veith to join them. They all spoke in unison declaring their now position in the caves before leaving the birthing grounds for the last time. However Veith smelled something.
“998273, 998275! Come here.” their names but numbers, Veith chose his own title.
“w.e .m.u.s.t l.e.a.v.e”
the two spoke clearly leaving Veith behind. He huffed annoyed before seeking out the odd scent. Behind a bush lay the entrance to another tunnel, full of webs and mushrooms. He squeezed through, the tunnel as high as him it was much easier to walk through. He reached the exit, an amazed gasp escaped his maw, his eyes wide and his whole being dumbstruck. Another wolf, as white as the moon, stood waiting for him. Her pelt glowing in the bright light. “this is day” she whispered before stepping closer “your name please kind sir or I cannot let you pass” veith grimaced, he had to give his birth ID number tag. “I am birth child 998274” the white wolf scowled. “I said your name” Veith stuttered “that is my name” “leave” the wolf’s voice screeched in his fragile ears. “no my name is Veithious” he gasped stepping back slightly from the sudden outburst.
“good”
The white wolf leapt, grabbing Veith by the scruff of his neck and hurling him to the ground
Through the ground.
Vaith fell, dropping from the skies with a blood curdling howl before landing unharmed upon an unknown surface. He rolled over, the green tendons crunched beneath his weight. Strange smells overwhelmed his senses. “grass” the voice echoed around him. His own voice. Things began to make sense, tree, cloud, rabbit. Things shot through his mind like arrows. The knowledge of the land settling in his own mind. He was not of this world and as such things where not right around him. The lush grass turning brown beneath him. He was killing it. He jumped up and away from the dead patch of grass but as his form left it untouched life returned and it lay as if it where untouched. Veiths heart pounded faster and faster then with an odd gasp from his maw something happened. His heart stopped, he couldn’t breath. He didn’t need to. He fell to the ground convulsing as his stomach emptied itself, not his stomach. His heart hurled from his mouth.
Many years later he still walks the earth. Dead but still moving.
OTHER INFO:
He is not a vampire, he had demon blood running through his veins but he cannot turn another. He will die if he doesn't kill for three weeks.
MATE:
Searching for one.
PUPS:
None, Never, No Way
ZODIAC SIGN:
Aries
Vetheious
NICKNAMES:
Veith
DESIRED RANK:
Rank? Why would he need one? He is going to outlive everyone although… Alpha or Beta. Good position worthy of him. (toko)
AGE:
Over a few thousand years of age
LOOKS:
His fur Is black, coal black not navy black so when he was in light it still looked dark and pure. No markings are set onto his flawless pelt, his fur long and wavy. His body structure perfect to a point of surreal, each muscle flexing beneath his glimmering black veil as if he was made of silk not flesh and bone. His paws delicate yet strong, his claws pearly white, the kind of white that glitters, and unbelievably long. His teeth are the same too, perfectly clean and deathly frightening beneath his black maw. His gums red, blood red. His tongue forked like a serpents yet that too is so unbelievably lovely and beautiful it sends chills down any creatures spine. His long black tail like a wave of darkness, constantly flowing around him. His eyes are red too although they do not seem perfect. Sinister malicious blood thirsty eyes that reflect no light, instead it swallows it beneath the surface. They hold a beauty not of this world, yet it is plain to see that no wolf dwells behind such voids. It is a demon looking back from a wolfs body. The pads under his feet, soft and gentle. The seem like he has never used them, never rested his gentle paws to the earth, never felt the warmth of the sun on his silky black fur. He is surreal, unreal and almost non-existent to any not staring right at him. To beautiful to describe yet so impure. He is taller than most wolves, larger and fiercer yet his form is almost as delicate as a Fae’s. Such divine elegance emits from his very being only to be tainted by the light of day.
As the sun rises his gleaming red eyes fade to a gentle and calming green, his structures remains the same but his pelt lightens to a pure white, it stands short yet feels like velvet to the touch. His teeth do not dull but slowly they peak from white to a black, his claws the same. His body seems to glow godly, amazing and pure. Like a dream has pulled itself into reality unlike the form at night that is almost from a beautiful nightmare. In the day he seems much kinder and carefree,
ELEMENT:
He holds a very odd gift, an ilness that infects the body from within and rots the vital organs. Weaker wolves stand no chance against it but adults and stronger wolves can usally fight it off providing he does not keep giving it back to the infected. Usally it just makes the infected weary as with most flu's and death is fairly rare.
There is a simple cure of chewing dried grass.
PERSONALITY:
He is not mean but he isn’t nice either, his voice handsome and luring he finds it hard to talk in fear he might lull the wolf to fall for him. He isn’t cruel but he loves death. He is a born leader, stern and bold when he speaks all shall listen. Veith has few flaws but his is very kind to mice and birds, he hates to see either killed and once he destroyed a pack of wolves for the death of an eagle. He is sarcastic and occasionally a little dramatic, he is a hopeless romantic too although he has never found one he has loved. He hated murders although he is one himself and despite appearances he is very laid back and fun loving. He loves pups too and would love some of his own but would never ever dream of having any. He couldn’t bare watching them grow old and die before he. Veith is wise and loves to teach, he loves learning too although there is few things he hasn’t learnt. Remember though Veith is a demon, a born killer and although he wishes otherwise the thirst for death is what grants his life, the more he kills. The longer he lives. He loves to kill and destroy all, to strike fear in the hearts of others and to surprise them with his power. He likes to hold power over others and although he is born for pack life he enjoys roaming, exploring the lands around him alone and unhindered searching for a way to pass his gift to others. He dreams of having a family like he, immortals that will wander with him through the lonely nights and days. ALSO HE LOVES CATNIP! It may not have the effects as with a cat but he has a crazy obsession with chewing it and can often be found with it hanging from his jaws.
EYES:
Red by night, green by day.
WINGS:
Two amazing wings although they are rarely visible, he has few organs in his body so they hide within him breaking the skin on his back only when he requires flight, the skin heals immediately.
HISTORY
It was in the dead of night Veithious first opened his eyes, not in this world oh no, but in another world. A world of cruel intentions and horrid reality. Every wolf born in this world looked the same. Grey, dreary grey. They moved the same, talked the same. Each voice the same to untrained ears. Drones of the darkest quality. Veith however was not, his gentle heartbeat slowing each passing day. He could hear, although he was young and the voices where clouded by a childs hearing
“ I.t w.I.l.l. n.o.t l.I.v.e, I.t.s d.e.f.o.r.m.ed”
“u.n.d.e.r.s.t.o.o.d s.I.r”
As young as he was he knew what this meant. Huddled beside his mothers warmth he listened to her heart, bu bump. Bu bump. He then listened to his own, his frail little life line. Bu bu… … … bump… he inhaled, his body trembling.
At a few weeks he noticed other things too, every one around him, all where like clones, all had the same tone, all had the same fur, the same eyes and all males held three identical scars on their left hind leg but not him. His voice gentle as it caressed the air. His fur as black as the night that continued forever. His eyes as red as blood. He was not right, something was wrong with him and he didn’t know why.
Veith walked the halls, his body fully developed as he reached his first year of life. He was much taller than the other wolves so he walked with his head low from the ceiling. A cave his home. The only time he saw the outside was when he entered the birthing grounds. A sacred place that after today he could no longer enter. If a mother was to give birth she was sent there to pray until the pups where born however there where four days a year when the full moon would hide in darkness, these days where know as Contrei Luminum or The empty lights in his native tongue. Pups born on this day where killed, his mother gave birth the day after one of these days and this was blamed for how he turned out.
Veith exited the tunnels, the birthing ground still as dark and dreary as his memories. His brother and sister both stood in line, grey and emotionless they waited for Veith to join them. They all spoke in unison declaring their now position in the caves before leaving the birthing grounds for the last time. However Veith smelled something.
“998273, 998275! Come here.” their names but numbers, Veith chose his own title.
“w.e .m.u.s.t l.e.a.v.e”
the two spoke clearly leaving Veith behind. He huffed annoyed before seeking out the odd scent. Behind a bush lay the entrance to another tunnel, full of webs and mushrooms. He squeezed through, the tunnel as high as him it was much easier to walk through. He reached the exit, an amazed gasp escaped his maw, his eyes wide and his whole being dumbstruck. Another wolf, as white as the moon, stood waiting for him. Her pelt glowing in the bright light. “this is day” she whispered before stepping closer “your name please kind sir or I cannot let you pass” veith grimaced, he had to give his birth ID number tag. “I am birth child 998274” the white wolf scowled. “I said your name” Veith stuttered “that is my name” “leave” the wolf’s voice screeched in his fragile ears. “no my name is Veithious” he gasped stepping back slightly from the sudden outburst.
“good”
The white wolf leapt, grabbing Veith by the scruff of his neck and hurling him to the ground
Through the ground.
Vaith fell, dropping from the skies with a blood curdling howl before landing unharmed upon an unknown surface. He rolled over, the green tendons crunched beneath his weight. Strange smells overwhelmed his senses. “grass” the voice echoed around him. His own voice. Things began to make sense, tree, cloud, rabbit. Things shot through his mind like arrows. The knowledge of the land settling in his own mind. He was not of this world and as such things where not right around him. The lush grass turning brown beneath him. He was killing it. He jumped up and away from the dead patch of grass but as his form left it untouched life returned and it lay as if it where untouched. Veiths heart pounded faster and faster then with an odd gasp from his maw something happened. His heart stopped, he couldn’t breath. He didn’t need to. He fell to the ground convulsing as his stomach emptied itself, not his stomach. His heart hurled from his mouth.
Many years later he still walks the earth. Dead but still moving.
OTHER INFO:
He is not a vampire, he had demon blood running through his veins but he cannot turn another. He will die if he doesn't kill for three weeks.
MATE:
Searching for one.
PUPS:
None, Never, No Way
ZODIAC SIGN:
Aries