Post by xwhispersx on Aug 25, 2010 9:11:39 GMT -5
Name: Toshemba
Nicknames: None
Age: Almost 20
Gender: Male
Desired Pack: Misuteriasu Mountains.
Rank: Any
Looks:
Toshemba is a massive brute to say the very least. From paw to ear he stands almost 8 feet tall, 12 feet long having such a slender body structure. His tail is almost as long as his full body combined however even with his massive size Toshemba isn’t very strong. His limbs are Long and gangly, his skin drawn tight over his bones with hardly any muscle. His ears are very long and come to a perfect point, his muzzle much the same. Very long and only slightly rounded at the end meaning he has a small nose and as a result has a less then great sense of smell. His fur is very short and pure black looking like silk as it rolls over his bony structure. He also has no stomach meaning that the skin wraps around his spine and the few organs he has there. He has no need to “alleviate himself” either. This brings me to another point. His mouth. He has two rows of very sharp, long, pointed teeth but no tongue and no throat. Having absolutely no need to ingest anything. Instead his teeth are hollowed so that when he bites his prey he may literally suck the life from them. Their life being the source of all, their blood. This is then taken right into his body without being processed. Finally he has two very large batlike wings. The skin is very thick but when sliced bleeds a lot. Now you may be wondering how on earth he can speak with no tongue? No lungs? (That’s right, he hasn’t got these either!) Well its simple, he can’t. He is a massive, endlessly vicious and scary beast with no way of communicating! Fun isn’t he?
Power:
He cannot die. Not of certain means anyway. Let me axplain.
Toshemba cannot die of old age as long as he can get to wolf blood. He must drink the blood of a canine at least once a month. The blood of a full canine. Now he doesn’t have to kill to get his life, he can just sample a few wolves leaving them all sleepy but none of them dead. If he doesn’t get the blood he needs. He will die.
Next if he drinks the wrong blood it will make him sick. This means he cannot drink blood of wolves already embedded with death, vampiristic wolves. Demonic wolves. Evil wolves… Wolves who have eaten fish recently... A full wolf body of this blood will kill him. Dead, no more Toshemba. (he;s alergic to fishies!) That’s pretty much it really. He can be killed from loss of blood, major injuries and the like. Damage to his skull. Just… safe from suffocation. Oh and starving… so basically. Beat the S!*t out of him! =D Or eat some fish and taunt him for awhile. =D
Eyes:
A soft sparkling gold, these eyes are the one thing true to his soul. He was once the most caring wolf and although everything else has changed his eyes remain just as beautiful.
Wings:
Long leathery bat wings, they are easily torn and very fragile considering.
Personality:
Toshemba has little personality left. He thinks mostly of blood and death. He is reckless and has little mercy for anyone.
However there are things about him still buried deep within.
He is gentle towards infants, he won’t kill a family huddled alone with those they love. He avoids packs that he can see are happy. He cringes away from playful laughter but the sound of mocking laughter sends him into a frenzy. He prefers to move during the night however he loves running under the sun and is most likely to leave packs unharmed if he is travelling at this time. He would love to be surrounded by children but never wants one of his own. In fact several times after he has killed the parents of a litter of pups he had felt such guilt that he has curried them all safely to another pack and left them to be cared for by another. He is a gentle soul when not overrun by thirst.
He hates black wolves, wolves that remind him of what he is and what he has done. What he is continuing to do. He wants nothing more than to find a way for him to live with others of his kind. Yet wolves are repulsed and often run screaming from his sight. He wishes he could just tell someone. He has spent many years looking and often attempting to enter other packs only to be driven off or have his thirst drive him to slaughter everything in sight. His greatest desire though is to be a guardian. To defend his pack from intruders. To be a protector not a killer. He has had enough killing.
But all this is put after his thirst. It rules all logic.
History:
As a pup Toshemba was born disformed and small. He had no ears, no tail and an axtra paw on hes left leg. Him mother took one look at the hideous creature she had created and thrown him right into the river. Where by all logic he should have died. He was saved by something unnatural. The kind of creature who slid through the shadows completely unnoticed. He took a liking to Toshemba right from the start and as he floated downstream this demon provided him with oxygen, warmth and food. For about a month he lived in the currents, his form unchanged but his mind aware of what was happening around him. Finally one night a fae who had happened to be nearby saw the small “newborn” blind and almost dead, apparently, in the water. She dove in and swooped him up before taking him home to her litter of pups and her mate Kozzimoko. From then on the demon gave Toshemba the ability to age.
He grew with the other pups, only appearing slightly younger yet still just as disfigured. Kozzimoke and the fae who found him Nuki loved him endlessly. They cared for him like one of their own despite it all. And as Toshemba grew the demon changed him. First he grew ears. He could hear now. Hear his mothers sweet voice and fathers scolding temper. The trees, the river. Next the demon gave him a tail. This proved to be the most thrilling as Toshemba soon learnt to chase it for hours in attempt to grab it.
Next the demon removed his foot, it just fell off. Causing quite a lot of screaming from Nuki and the other four pups he was being raised with. But the demon now did this with a price that Toshemba was asked to pay up front. He spoke to the wolf within his head.
“I have taken your spare but now you must give me part of yourself. Something you do not wish to be taken away.”
Now at the time Toshemba was very hungry… “I don’t want my stomach! I only want to be able to drink!”
This thrilled the demon, he removed Toshemba’s stomach without a moments wait and hollowed his teeth. He didn’t know of this part. Not yet anyway.
The demon watched him grow to almost a year. He was so tiny he still only measured to his mothers elbow so one night the demon changed this. In a matter of days he grew so large he could no longer live in the cave they had called home.
“I have given you size, now give me something small”
toshemba ws much wiser now. The loss of his stomach brought along much worry from all. What could he lose now that would not be apparent? Something. Small.
“Take my tongue”
and so the demon did. Toshemba was now mute. Why on earth would he choose his tongue? Because the simple fact was he didn’t feel he needed it. He didn’t talk much anyway.
SO on he lived, mute and massive but otherwise completely happy. He now had everything he wanted. Everything… Yet as he looked longingly into the river he remembered the times he could only feel and smell it. The month just drifting. He wished he didn’t need to breath. Then he could swim for as long as he wanted.
So the demon removed his fat. He wouldn’t float so this was he starting position. Toshemba’s skin grew tight over his bones, his eyes now deep set he looked nothing of what he wanted to be. He was beautiful before but now he looked like a skeleton. What was that demon playing at? He didn’t want this.
The demon spoke. “I have taken your unneeded weight. Now give me something in return. You know what that something is already do you not?”
“You have made me ugly!” he thought viciously
“I have given you a gift, now give me your lungs in return”
Toshemba did. Foolishly and mostly by force but really. He wanted to swim. The demon had always done right by him before? Right?
So the demon took his lungs but didn’t stop there. He took his throat. He made Toshemba even larger still. Pointed his ears and drew his skin so tight he felt it might split as he moved. His back split open and from within two massive boney wings protruded. He even went so far as to give him another row of teeth just for effect. He drained Toshemba of the last of his life force and with mocking laughter sent him home.
His family screamed in terror as he approached. Toshemba now looked more like a figure of death than a wolf. His fangs bared as his skin was so tight it was hard to cover them. His family, they attacked. They knew it was him but was unaware he wasn’t there to hurt them. He could make no noise, he couldn’t tell them. They bit hard into his legs and tail and Toshemba wished above all he could snarl but as he tried all that came was a deep purr much like a kittens. They thought he was enjoying their fight.
Finally Toshemba attacked back, he only wanted to make them back away. So he could try explain, so he could do something. But as his teeth dug deep into either side of his fathers body warm blood filled his teeth and flowed within him. Warming him. He bit deeper and drank. He was so thristy, he had to drink. He had to. Finally his fathers body fell limp within his massive jaws. His mind broke away from the sweet melody it had fallen into and Toshemba realised what he had just done. He had killed his father.
He ran then, far from his broken family and he never returned.
From then on he hunted other wolves, his body scorched with pain when he did not feed. At first he only weakened his prey but soon he killed them without second thought. He tore whole packs to pieces and all the while the demon laughed within his mind.
“Kill them Toshemba. Kill them.”
Other:
Toshemba would probably do best if a mind reader of some kind could meet him first. Someone good with emotions maybe?
Parent Description:
Toshembas father was a very dark navy colour, he was of average size and build however he was born with six legs. One of which was severely scared. His eyes where a golden colour, Toshembas only inherent trait. His father was an evil sod and cared for nothing other then hunting and breeding.
his mother however was a soft grey, her fur was long and beautifully cut making her seem as though she where always glowing. Her eyes where light blue and her inner ear was a sparkling silver. She was slightly taller then Toshemba's father but just as evil and unloving.
Mate: No
Pups: No
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Nicknames: None
Age: Almost 20
Gender: Male
Desired Pack: Misuteriasu Mountains.
Rank: Any
Looks:
Toshemba is a massive brute to say the very least. From paw to ear he stands almost 8 feet tall, 12 feet long having such a slender body structure. His tail is almost as long as his full body combined however even with his massive size Toshemba isn’t very strong. His limbs are Long and gangly, his skin drawn tight over his bones with hardly any muscle. His ears are very long and come to a perfect point, his muzzle much the same. Very long and only slightly rounded at the end meaning he has a small nose and as a result has a less then great sense of smell. His fur is very short and pure black looking like silk as it rolls over his bony structure. He also has no stomach meaning that the skin wraps around his spine and the few organs he has there. He has no need to “alleviate himself” either. This brings me to another point. His mouth. He has two rows of very sharp, long, pointed teeth but no tongue and no throat. Having absolutely no need to ingest anything. Instead his teeth are hollowed so that when he bites his prey he may literally suck the life from them. Their life being the source of all, their blood. This is then taken right into his body without being processed. Finally he has two very large batlike wings. The skin is very thick but when sliced bleeds a lot. Now you may be wondering how on earth he can speak with no tongue? No lungs? (That’s right, he hasn’t got these either!) Well its simple, he can’t. He is a massive, endlessly vicious and scary beast with no way of communicating! Fun isn’t he?
Power:
He cannot die. Not of certain means anyway. Let me axplain.
Toshemba cannot die of old age as long as he can get to wolf blood. He must drink the blood of a canine at least once a month. The blood of a full canine. Now he doesn’t have to kill to get his life, he can just sample a few wolves leaving them all sleepy but none of them dead. If he doesn’t get the blood he needs. He will die.
Next if he drinks the wrong blood it will make him sick. This means he cannot drink blood of wolves already embedded with death, vampiristic wolves. Demonic wolves. Evil wolves… Wolves who have eaten fish recently... A full wolf body of this blood will kill him. Dead, no more Toshemba. (he;s alergic to fishies!) That’s pretty much it really. He can be killed from loss of blood, major injuries and the like. Damage to his skull. Just… safe from suffocation. Oh and starving… so basically. Beat the S!*t out of him! =D Or eat some fish and taunt him for awhile. =D
Eyes:
A soft sparkling gold, these eyes are the one thing true to his soul. He was once the most caring wolf and although everything else has changed his eyes remain just as beautiful.
Wings:
Long leathery bat wings, they are easily torn and very fragile considering.
Personality:
Toshemba has little personality left. He thinks mostly of blood and death. He is reckless and has little mercy for anyone.
However there are things about him still buried deep within.
He is gentle towards infants, he won’t kill a family huddled alone with those they love. He avoids packs that he can see are happy. He cringes away from playful laughter but the sound of mocking laughter sends him into a frenzy. He prefers to move during the night however he loves running under the sun and is most likely to leave packs unharmed if he is travelling at this time. He would love to be surrounded by children but never wants one of his own. In fact several times after he has killed the parents of a litter of pups he had felt such guilt that he has curried them all safely to another pack and left them to be cared for by another. He is a gentle soul when not overrun by thirst.
He hates black wolves, wolves that remind him of what he is and what he has done. What he is continuing to do. He wants nothing more than to find a way for him to live with others of his kind. Yet wolves are repulsed and often run screaming from his sight. He wishes he could just tell someone. He has spent many years looking and often attempting to enter other packs only to be driven off or have his thirst drive him to slaughter everything in sight. His greatest desire though is to be a guardian. To defend his pack from intruders. To be a protector not a killer. He has had enough killing.
But all this is put after his thirst. It rules all logic.
History:
As a pup Toshemba was born disformed and small. He had no ears, no tail and an axtra paw on hes left leg. Him mother took one look at the hideous creature she had created and thrown him right into the river. Where by all logic he should have died. He was saved by something unnatural. The kind of creature who slid through the shadows completely unnoticed. He took a liking to Toshemba right from the start and as he floated downstream this demon provided him with oxygen, warmth and food. For about a month he lived in the currents, his form unchanged but his mind aware of what was happening around him. Finally one night a fae who had happened to be nearby saw the small “newborn” blind and almost dead, apparently, in the water. She dove in and swooped him up before taking him home to her litter of pups and her mate Kozzimoko. From then on the demon gave Toshemba the ability to age.
He grew with the other pups, only appearing slightly younger yet still just as disfigured. Kozzimoke and the fae who found him Nuki loved him endlessly. They cared for him like one of their own despite it all. And as Toshemba grew the demon changed him. First he grew ears. He could hear now. Hear his mothers sweet voice and fathers scolding temper. The trees, the river. Next the demon gave him a tail. This proved to be the most thrilling as Toshemba soon learnt to chase it for hours in attempt to grab it.
Next the demon removed his foot, it just fell off. Causing quite a lot of screaming from Nuki and the other four pups he was being raised with. But the demon now did this with a price that Toshemba was asked to pay up front. He spoke to the wolf within his head.
“I have taken your spare but now you must give me part of yourself. Something you do not wish to be taken away.”
Now at the time Toshemba was very hungry… “I don’t want my stomach! I only want to be able to drink!”
This thrilled the demon, he removed Toshemba’s stomach without a moments wait and hollowed his teeth. He didn’t know of this part. Not yet anyway.
The demon watched him grow to almost a year. He was so tiny he still only measured to his mothers elbow so one night the demon changed this. In a matter of days he grew so large he could no longer live in the cave they had called home.
“I have given you size, now give me something small”
toshemba ws much wiser now. The loss of his stomach brought along much worry from all. What could he lose now that would not be apparent? Something. Small.
“Take my tongue”
and so the demon did. Toshemba was now mute. Why on earth would he choose his tongue? Because the simple fact was he didn’t feel he needed it. He didn’t talk much anyway.
SO on he lived, mute and massive but otherwise completely happy. He now had everything he wanted. Everything… Yet as he looked longingly into the river he remembered the times he could only feel and smell it. The month just drifting. He wished he didn’t need to breath. Then he could swim for as long as he wanted.
So the demon removed his fat. He wouldn’t float so this was he starting position. Toshemba’s skin grew tight over his bones, his eyes now deep set he looked nothing of what he wanted to be. He was beautiful before but now he looked like a skeleton. What was that demon playing at? He didn’t want this.
The demon spoke. “I have taken your unneeded weight. Now give me something in return. You know what that something is already do you not?”
“You have made me ugly!” he thought viciously
“I have given you a gift, now give me your lungs in return”
Toshemba did. Foolishly and mostly by force but really. He wanted to swim. The demon had always done right by him before? Right?
So the demon took his lungs but didn’t stop there. He took his throat. He made Toshemba even larger still. Pointed his ears and drew his skin so tight he felt it might split as he moved. His back split open and from within two massive boney wings protruded. He even went so far as to give him another row of teeth just for effect. He drained Toshemba of the last of his life force and with mocking laughter sent him home.
His family screamed in terror as he approached. Toshemba now looked more like a figure of death than a wolf. His fangs bared as his skin was so tight it was hard to cover them. His family, they attacked. They knew it was him but was unaware he wasn’t there to hurt them. He could make no noise, he couldn’t tell them. They bit hard into his legs and tail and Toshemba wished above all he could snarl but as he tried all that came was a deep purr much like a kittens. They thought he was enjoying their fight.
Finally Toshemba attacked back, he only wanted to make them back away. So he could try explain, so he could do something. But as his teeth dug deep into either side of his fathers body warm blood filled his teeth and flowed within him. Warming him. He bit deeper and drank. He was so thristy, he had to drink. He had to. Finally his fathers body fell limp within his massive jaws. His mind broke away from the sweet melody it had fallen into and Toshemba realised what he had just done. He had killed his father.
He ran then, far from his broken family and he never returned.
From then on he hunted other wolves, his body scorched with pain when he did not feed. At first he only weakened his prey but soon he killed them without second thought. He tore whole packs to pieces and all the while the demon laughed within his mind.
“Kill them Toshemba. Kill them.”
Other:
Toshemba would probably do best if a mind reader of some kind could meet him first. Someone good with emotions maybe?
Parent Description:
Toshembas father was a very dark navy colour, he was of average size and build however he was born with six legs. One of which was severely scared. His eyes where a golden colour, Toshembas only inherent trait. His father was an evil sod and cared for nothing other then hunting and breeding.
his mother however was a soft grey, her fur was long and beautifully cut making her seem as though she where always glowing. Her eyes where light blue and her inner ear was a sparkling silver. She was slightly taller then Toshemba's father but just as evil and unloving.
Mate: No
Pups: No
Zodiac Sign: Taurus