Post by ĢoτђikaFøx on Jul 28, 2010 12:41:54 GMT -5
X Name:
Zedderik Shryke
X Nicknames:
Zed (said like the letter)
X Age:
Zed is 3 and 11 months
X Gender:
male
X Desired Pack:
Nigori Marshlands
X Rank:
Subordinate is fine.
X Looks:
{Kinda like this, I know it's feminine looking but it has a beautiful Zed like quality to it ^^}
{And just because he has a mane this is the only image I can get of him in my head. Now imagine this identical but in wolf form and you got Zed ^^}
Zed is not a large wolf. He is tall and broad and more so than average but not by a long shot. He is broad of chest with a well built body that could certainly pass as handsome. This though can often go amiss when you find yourself getting distracted by the personality and the little pup that follows. He is not thin of body in any way, yet he manages to maintain a slender look despite the bushy quality of his coat. This he is very happy with especially when combined with its resilience to humidity.
Around his neck and upon his forehead is a mane. The style of which resembles that of a male lion however it is not as large or flamboyant, the latter only just off though. The coat itself is a beautiful rich shade of copper. It glistens in even dim light just like its polished metal counterpart and it is bright and beautiful. Around both of this males ears are three bands. The middle one a colour of gold and the two that surround it are like silver. This pattern is matched on his tails of which he has three, once near its tip and the other by the top end.
Over the right side of his face in a perfect half of it is a pattern of a deep pitch black. This looks like a mirror was placed perfectly vertically along his snout and the reflection was coloured in. He likes this look however and it adds to his stride.
Finally, Zedderik covers his torso with a white cotton, sleeveless shirt. It is buttoned up the front with a small ruffle at the front centre but it’s not so over the top that you would think much of it.
He uses it to cover the increasing number of bullet holes that exceed his chest. Tearing it off him with his big black teeth and tossing it to the earth before replacing it with a new one following every new blood staining and tearing shot that his partner Wye continues to fire at him.
His claws are slightly more curved than usual and very, very sharp, perfect for tree climbing, if he were into such a thing.
X Power:
Rage and consuming void. Zed is a happy male and one with a cool head, for the most part but his temper his so very dangerous when provoked. His emerald green eyes change to a pink/purple kind of amethyst in colour and his body seemed to invert. His fur becomes shorter and his muscles more pronounced and he looks much more like a brute or a thug, the fur glistens with a sheen brighter than any show dog and yet his form his full of that of true fear. A small radius around him bares the distorting colours of their inverted original form as he treads and the trail follows him as he runs. His mind is near dead to reason and only a few things can break this. The name of his mother if not mention of her in a milder stage of this terror. The name of his other half: Wyvern (and no they’re not together in that way). And the names of his mate and children, when he has them in later life.
This rage has a variable in the length of it, this period of rage depends entirely on what has caused it, also if the cause persists his rage will build, his judgement will be further clouded and his strength and agility will be even more. This however means that the more rage full he gets that whenever it cuts out, which can occur at convenient or at very bad times, he can end up breathless or unconscious on the floor.
X Eyes:
His eyes are bright and beautiful like an Emerald and with twice the dashing sparkle and allure. The pupils dark black with a slight bluishness around their edge that mixes with the greenery to give the colours like the deepest of the tropical sea.
X Wings:
Zed is unfortunately wingless, he doesn’t mind however as he tells Wye that he’ll be expected to give him lifts when needed and more than welcome to provide a crash landing at every opportunity.
X Personality:
Zedderik is a masochist. He is the perfect target for Wyverns continuous fire and this suits him just fine, he just looks down at the increasing number of bullet holes in his chest and sighs as a smile crosses his lips. He is happy and always smiling and laughs with Wye as he watches him jumping from puddle to puddle, both mud and water as they travel together in the lands. He is loving towards the kid as he is to all the pups but he has a particular bond with Wye that has linked the two in such a way that they can’t be away from one another.
His favourite thing in life are horror stories, especially the ones his mother told and he longs for his own kinds to tell them to though he can’t help but smile as Wyvern gives him the best audience he could want. He loves to learn and investigate so often gets his nose where it shouldn’t be. He has a habit of speaking his mind and this has a tendency to get him into trouble, well as long as his words are unflattering enough but he tends not to think ill of people unless his gut tells him otherwise. His intentions are always good too.
X History:
Zed has always been strange. Probably his mothers fault as her strange habits rubbed off on her son due to the time he, unlike all the others of his family, would follow her. It was not because he was needy or clingy, the pair just got on so very well and as a result enjoyed each others company.
He loved her weird ways of talking and how she seemed to have her instincts run backwards. When others said run hers said charge in with a big grin! He didn’t quite follow this but he did follow her close behind and pick the thorns out of her muzzle so that dad wouldn’t need to know. After all he’d laugh and that wasn’t allowed. If however Zedderik and his mother were to say, play a prank and cause his father to fall victim then laughing was defiantly allowed.
The best thing about his mother though was no matter how old he got she would always tell the most amazing horror stories that would always and without fail send multiple shivers down his spine, a sensation he grew a closeness to if only for the subconscious reminder of those stories. He would huddle up in the dim firelight made bye the ever glowing tip of his brothers tail and she would use that to illuminate her features of pitch and burning eyes to full advantage and make herself the sinister demonette or banshee he always thought her to be, with all love and joy that aren’t normally found in such creatures, only in mothers.
He spent a long time with her, he wasn’t dependant on her, he always did work and would not allow anyone to let him become dependant and reliable on the fae, that is not how the world should work. He knew the day would come where he would leave her to find his own love of his life and make her happy and have children to show his mother one day. He looked forward to then ‘cause he’d be able to see her again but he also didn’t like the idea of waiting for that time to actually arrive.
Well it came the time and he bowed his long maned head to his mother and father and licked them both with adoration, his siblings already gone before he. Then he turned away and left, slowly. He wanted to run before the tears came but he didn’t want her to see him cry, nor did he want to be made to flee this place in a hurry by them, so he strode, head held high as a part of him was howling in joy and excitement at the world he would find. That excitement came a bit soon for his liking, but must’ve been even worse for the other involved;
Wyvern.
The kid was in trouble, the burning air reeked of danger and burning hair and flesh and in all this was a tiny pup, alone and horrified by the fire he’d never seen before. Zed didn’t know of his sister then, there was no time and the kid was too overcome by fatigue, though still he could struggle. It was when is eyes of emerald fell onto the suffering that was being caused by a sentient beings paws that his power once more took over. Surrounding Zed the dimensions distorted and the colours inversed. His eyes went from green emerald to a pink/purple amethyst. The rage was in control and his muscles bulged as he ran, ran to the child, his fur blazing with light in the dark distortions he had created and in his jaws he snapped up the whelp and ran with him to the end, to the wet lands where there would never be fire, here they came to the Marshlands and here the duo trod now as a smile, twisted by the pasts, crossed their lips.
X Other:
The duo have a relationship more like mates/brothers rather than father and son.
Quote with a smile: “Another bullet in my chest? Oh well, we’ll fix your temper someday.”
X Parent Description:
It was surprisingly his mother who had the fringe like mane that was passed on to Zed though his is much more lionesque than hers. Her eyes a bright red while her fur a very dark black and her paws purple as is her muzzle. She is scary in appearance but is in fact loving and kind towards most. She his wingless however but instead has two tails and she could summon the shadows.
His father gave him his coat and his eyes and he also has no wings so this becomes the dominant gene for Zed though wings have been in his family also but in smaller numbers than the non wings. He had a dangerous temper too most unlike his mate who was the calm to his temper storm. This temper also is in Zed and the two males have often exchanged words though the love has always been there. He would never hurt his mate however as he had a fear of the fae and never towards his family was he mean and so there was a very loving environment for Zed.
X Mate:
No-one but searching
X Pups:
None.
X Zodiac Sign:
Virgo
Zedderik Shryke
X Nicknames:
Zed (said like the letter)
X Age:
Zed is 3 and 11 months
X Gender:
male
X Desired Pack:
Nigori Marshlands
X Rank:
Subordinate is fine.
X Looks:
{Kinda like this, I know it's feminine looking but it has a beautiful Zed like quality to it ^^}
{And just because he has a mane this is the only image I can get of him in my head. Now imagine this identical but in wolf form and you got Zed ^^}
Zed is not a large wolf. He is tall and broad and more so than average but not by a long shot. He is broad of chest with a well built body that could certainly pass as handsome. This though can often go amiss when you find yourself getting distracted by the personality and the little pup that follows. He is not thin of body in any way, yet he manages to maintain a slender look despite the bushy quality of his coat. This he is very happy with especially when combined with its resilience to humidity.
Around his neck and upon his forehead is a mane. The style of which resembles that of a male lion however it is not as large or flamboyant, the latter only just off though. The coat itself is a beautiful rich shade of copper. It glistens in even dim light just like its polished metal counterpart and it is bright and beautiful. Around both of this males ears are three bands. The middle one a colour of gold and the two that surround it are like silver. This pattern is matched on his tails of which he has three, once near its tip and the other by the top end.
Over the right side of his face in a perfect half of it is a pattern of a deep pitch black. This looks like a mirror was placed perfectly vertically along his snout and the reflection was coloured in. He likes this look however and it adds to his stride.
Finally, Zedderik covers his torso with a white cotton, sleeveless shirt. It is buttoned up the front with a small ruffle at the front centre but it’s not so over the top that you would think much of it.
He uses it to cover the increasing number of bullet holes that exceed his chest. Tearing it off him with his big black teeth and tossing it to the earth before replacing it with a new one following every new blood staining and tearing shot that his partner Wye continues to fire at him.
His claws are slightly more curved than usual and very, very sharp, perfect for tree climbing, if he were into such a thing.
X Power:
Rage and consuming void. Zed is a happy male and one with a cool head, for the most part but his temper his so very dangerous when provoked. His emerald green eyes change to a pink/purple kind of amethyst in colour and his body seemed to invert. His fur becomes shorter and his muscles more pronounced and he looks much more like a brute or a thug, the fur glistens with a sheen brighter than any show dog and yet his form his full of that of true fear. A small radius around him bares the distorting colours of their inverted original form as he treads and the trail follows him as he runs. His mind is near dead to reason and only a few things can break this. The name of his mother if not mention of her in a milder stage of this terror. The name of his other half: Wyvern (and no they’re not together in that way). And the names of his mate and children, when he has them in later life.
This rage has a variable in the length of it, this period of rage depends entirely on what has caused it, also if the cause persists his rage will build, his judgement will be further clouded and his strength and agility will be even more. This however means that the more rage full he gets that whenever it cuts out, which can occur at convenient or at very bad times, he can end up breathless or unconscious on the floor.
X Eyes:
His eyes are bright and beautiful like an Emerald and with twice the dashing sparkle and allure. The pupils dark black with a slight bluishness around their edge that mixes with the greenery to give the colours like the deepest of the tropical sea.
X Wings:
Zed is unfortunately wingless, he doesn’t mind however as he tells Wye that he’ll be expected to give him lifts when needed and more than welcome to provide a crash landing at every opportunity.
X Personality:
Zedderik is a masochist. He is the perfect target for Wyverns continuous fire and this suits him just fine, he just looks down at the increasing number of bullet holes in his chest and sighs as a smile crosses his lips. He is happy and always smiling and laughs with Wye as he watches him jumping from puddle to puddle, both mud and water as they travel together in the lands. He is loving towards the kid as he is to all the pups but he has a particular bond with Wye that has linked the two in such a way that they can’t be away from one another.
His favourite thing in life are horror stories, especially the ones his mother told and he longs for his own kinds to tell them to though he can’t help but smile as Wyvern gives him the best audience he could want. He loves to learn and investigate so often gets his nose where it shouldn’t be. He has a habit of speaking his mind and this has a tendency to get him into trouble, well as long as his words are unflattering enough but he tends not to think ill of people unless his gut tells him otherwise. His intentions are always good too.
X History:
Zed has always been strange. Probably his mothers fault as her strange habits rubbed off on her son due to the time he, unlike all the others of his family, would follow her. It was not because he was needy or clingy, the pair just got on so very well and as a result enjoyed each others company.
He loved her weird ways of talking and how she seemed to have her instincts run backwards. When others said run hers said charge in with a big grin! He didn’t quite follow this but he did follow her close behind and pick the thorns out of her muzzle so that dad wouldn’t need to know. After all he’d laugh and that wasn’t allowed. If however Zedderik and his mother were to say, play a prank and cause his father to fall victim then laughing was defiantly allowed.
The best thing about his mother though was no matter how old he got she would always tell the most amazing horror stories that would always and without fail send multiple shivers down his spine, a sensation he grew a closeness to if only for the subconscious reminder of those stories. He would huddle up in the dim firelight made bye the ever glowing tip of his brothers tail and she would use that to illuminate her features of pitch and burning eyes to full advantage and make herself the sinister demonette or banshee he always thought her to be, with all love and joy that aren’t normally found in such creatures, only in mothers.
He spent a long time with her, he wasn’t dependant on her, he always did work and would not allow anyone to let him become dependant and reliable on the fae, that is not how the world should work. He knew the day would come where he would leave her to find his own love of his life and make her happy and have children to show his mother one day. He looked forward to then ‘cause he’d be able to see her again but he also didn’t like the idea of waiting for that time to actually arrive.
Well it came the time and he bowed his long maned head to his mother and father and licked them both with adoration, his siblings already gone before he. Then he turned away and left, slowly. He wanted to run before the tears came but he didn’t want her to see him cry, nor did he want to be made to flee this place in a hurry by them, so he strode, head held high as a part of him was howling in joy and excitement at the world he would find. That excitement came a bit soon for his liking, but must’ve been even worse for the other involved;
Wyvern.
The kid was in trouble, the burning air reeked of danger and burning hair and flesh and in all this was a tiny pup, alone and horrified by the fire he’d never seen before. Zed didn’t know of his sister then, there was no time and the kid was too overcome by fatigue, though still he could struggle. It was when is eyes of emerald fell onto the suffering that was being caused by a sentient beings paws that his power once more took over. Surrounding Zed the dimensions distorted and the colours inversed. His eyes went from green emerald to a pink/purple amethyst. The rage was in control and his muscles bulged as he ran, ran to the child, his fur blazing with light in the dark distortions he had created and in his jaws he snapped up the whelp and ran with him to the end, to the wet lands where there would never be fire, here they came to the Marshlands and here the duo trod now as a smile, twisted by the pasts, crossed their lips.
X Other:
The duo have a relationship more like mates/brothers rather than father and son.
Quote with a smile: “Another bullet in my chest? Oh well, we’ll fix your temper someday.”
X Parent Description:
It was surprisingly his mother who had the fringe like mane that was passed on to Zed though his is much more lionesque than hers. Her eyes a bright red while her fur a very dark black and her paws purple as is her muzzle. She is scary in appearance but is in fact loving and kind towards most. She his wingless however but instead has two tails and she could summon the shadows.
His father gave him his coat and his eyes and he also has no wings so this becomes the dominant gene for Zed though wings have been in his family also but in smaller numbers than the non wings. He had a dangerous temper too most unlike his mate who was the calm to his temper storm. This temper also is in Zed and the two males have often exchanged words though the love has always been there. He would never hurt his mate however as he had a fear of the fae and never towards his family was he mean and so there was a very loving environment for Zed.
X Mate:
No-one but searching
X Pups:
None.
X Zodiac Sign:
Virgo