Post by Moonwatcher on Aug 22, 2010 22:02:32 GMT -5
Name: Knight
Nicknames: Knight is my name, and I have no intentions to gain a nickname. I am proud of my name.
Age: 3 years of age.
Gender: Brute
Desired Pack: Nigori Marshlands
Rank: Fighter would be a good position for me.
Looks:
Knight is an averaged sized wolf, with strong, broad shoulders, long and muscular legs and forelegs. His fur is a dark color of purple, but he is clearly purple during the daytime hours. The length of his fur is vaguely long, especially around the chest and tail area. The fur is rough on the top layer, then softer as it gets down to the closest layer on the skin. The fur is tinted with white in some spots on his back, tail, and on the tips of his ears, but his silhouette is dark.
He does not have a single marking on his body, any special markings anyway. His fur is unique because there are feathers weaved and attached to his skin just like his fur. He had been like that since birth, making him appear like a hybrid of a bird and wolf, since he has large, birdlike wings as well. He has a ring that was lodged into his ear, so it looks like an earing on his left ear now. His right ear is torn, from a battle, but it looks like a natural ear, since the tear has healed back together, there is just a notch left. He has no other scars on his body from any battle of any sort. He has one feather coming from behind his right ear, kinda like his signature, if you will.
His nails are long and black, the color of midnight, though he rarely uses them. He never uses them in a fight, only to hunt, which he does at night, because of his fur color. Although he is a large wolf, he never makes a sound while hunting, mostly because of his puphood, and because of his training in his early months. He is as silent at night as well, when he flies, his wings slice through the air without a sound, he moves like a shadow through sky and forest.
{Ignore the blood.... ^^}
Power: Psychometry
Knight has the ability to relate details about the past or future condition of an object or location, usually by being in close contact with it, meaning that he can see what will happen to a certain thing in interest, or the past of any object or being, including other wolves. He uses his power to learn about something, or to understand something more. It is easy for him to see the past of a wolf, or the future, and his readings can help change the output of a fight, for he knows who will pass, or who will be wounded.
He can use his power without anyone ever knowing, he just looks distant in his eyes, and he will sometimes pass out, or fall asleep unattentionally, especially when he is in the mind or being of the other lupine. His eyes will also turn white during the transition, and he may seem in pain at times as well, since his mind builds up the information in such a quick time, it is painful.
Once he comes back to the natural world, his eyes turn back to their blue state, all of the white disappears from his eyes, and he returns back to normal. The pain wears off quickly from his mind, and just like that, he is Knight again.
Eyes:
Knights eyes are a clear blue. There are no whites to his eyes, the whole eye is completely blue. The irises are flecked with gold, brown, and white, but the only color that is clearly visible is blue. {Just like the blue background.} The color changes from blue to white during the night, since the blue is so white, it reflects the color of the moon perfectly, making them as white as a ghoul.
Wings:
Knight's wings are the same shade of purple like his fur, about 5 feet long on each side. The feathers are about a foot long vertically. He usually wears his wings on his flanks, or behind him like an unbrella, above his back.
Personality:
Knight is a knight in a way. He stands up for the helpless, helps wolves that need him, and respects all. He is always confident in himself, and in other wolves as well. He believes that every wolf can do what they want to do, and he is very supportive of ideas, however crazy they may be. He is a strong-willed wolf, usually never giving up without actually trying, and tends to be very persuasive. He never makes promises, because that would mean that he would have to keep them, and he doesn't like breaking oaths or anything of the sort. He is kinda like an angelic demon, because when he becomes angry, he becomes a different wolf.
When he becomes infuriated, his eyes turn read, for some unexplainable reason. He usually starts to shudder, shutting his eyes, and unsheathing his claws into the ground. After a while, he calms down, but has to be separated from others to fully calm himself using a theory that he learned from an elderly wolf on his travels. {long story} If he doesn't calm down, and results to violence, he will usually attack with his wings, tail, or even his whole body. He never uses his nails, but he will use his actual paws.
Knight's personality makes him a charming, and all-together likeable wolf. He is a classy wolf, and likes to take relationships slow and steady, or so he wants to think. He has never been in a real, actual relationship, but he likes to think so. He is a soft-talking wolf, but when he gets very courageous, he is able to talk louder. He is also a very intellegent wolf, since he likes to take the time to learn about his surroundings with his power. He is an easy-going wolf, who enjoys simple pleasures like the warmth from the sun, and mud between his toes.
History:
A whimper and a scream of pain are heard from the rushing river as a young mate pair stand in fear. The brute spots a pup, a winged pup, rushing down river, probably an outcast that had to be dealt with. This pack didn't allow winged or abnormal wolves into the territory, so the brute snorted, and stayed where he was as the fae watched with terror on her muzzle. She started to run, her legs moving her limp body as the purple silhouette is sweapt farther down river, bobbing and gasping for breath. The fae jumps in after the pup, since the water was shallow, more like a creek than a river. This was the time of summer, and drought was upon the lands. The pup, of course, was still in danger, since his tiny legs couldn't grip the slippery rocks below his pads.
The fae quickly catches up, and grabs the pup's scruff with her teeth gently, carrying him to the bank. She notices the little sprouts on his sides, the little wings that couldn't carry the pup's body weight yet. She smiles slightly, and licks him dry, then takes him back to her mate. She was replied with a snort, a scowl, and a snarl. The alpha would never allow that thing to be here, was all that she heard. Her gasp came out quietly, knowing the same fact that her mate did. "I am going to hide him. I know the alphas won't like it, but we can't just let him die." She says in a hushed whisper. The little pup looks up at her in dismay. He didn't know what to think, but he could understand her words. The brute growls. "You know that is forbidden in our pack. I thought I could trust you." He sighs, then turns around and walks to the den that the both of them occupied. The fae wraps the pup in reeds, then carries him, eluded, into her den.
The pup grew in the eyes of his new loving mother, unnoticed by the alpha or the rest of the watchful pack. His mother made sure that he was safe at all times, and his father had trouble keeping the secret. Then one day, on his first birthday, he broke.... A growl comes from the angry alpha as he enters the den that the pup was occupying. The fae's face, scared, eyes widened, is dragged out of the den, to meet her fate as the father sits outside of the den, sobbing quietly. Knight, as he was named, sobs as well, and attemps to run after his mother, only to be grabbed, and shoved the way that his mother was being. He could feel the wind, and hear it. They were going to a canyon, his mother was going to be executed, and as was he. His wings were large now, and he was strong. He would survive, if these intellegent wolves would forget about his wings. He quickly shuts them, and curls them against his flank. His eyes quickly take notice of the area, and he looks down into the ravine below. There was a rushing river, and it was spring.
He could still hear the sobbing of his mother as the both of them, are shoved toward the edge to hear the reasons for their murder. A large brute, black in color, clears his throat as two identical wolves come forward, one behind himself, and one behind his mother. The black brute clears his throat again, and begins to proclaim the accusations. "Two wolves are being prosecuted today, one for bringing an outcast into the pack, and the other for being the outcast." His words were short and meaningless as the both of the wolves, fae and brute, are pushed over the edge into the air. Knight quickly unfolds his wings, and chuckles mockingly at the dumbfounded wolves. They had forgotten! His mother was tumbling slowly, and as he swoops down to catch her, a large boulder knocks him out, sending the both of them toward the ravine faster than before.
A loud splash sounds that contact was made, and there is a subtle cheer from the wolves above. Knight's head goes underwater as his limp body is sweapt downcurrent with his mother. The quickly-rushed river sweeps their bodies into a small lagoon area, and lands them onto a muddy bank. The young brute wakes, his eyes and vision clouded. He sees his mother beside him, coughing up the water from which she had breathed. After water came blood, as it ran into the lagoon, turning the soil maroon. His breath quickens as does her mother's, both shocked at the sight of blood. "Mother, I won't let you die. I won't let you suffer. I know that you are going to die, but I won't let you die in your own puddle of blood. I just won't." He could feel tears in his voice, then watches his weak mother nodd. Slowly, he unsheathes his nails, and slits his mother's throat.
Other:
Someday by Rob Thomas is his theme song.
Motto:
"Seeing that life has been given us precarious and full of uncertainty, fix not your hopes on the death of another."
Quote from Cato
Parent Description: {Knight's adopted parents}
Cinala {mother} - Cinala was a kind wolf, always adoring pups. Her fur was a light cream color, not brown, but not quite white. She was born without nails, just a harmless birth defect when she was born. She had a scar circling her left eye, since she was a young slave in her past pack.
Diame {father} - Diame hated breaking the rules, that was how his parents raised him. He was also the reason for Cinala's death {above in history ^} His coat was brown, with dark brown spots on his muzzle and tail. Diame lost half of his tail in a battle, severed at the bone. He has no scars but that one, and even that is not a scar, but it is in a way. He was a kind wolf, until he had to bare the secret of his adopted son, which drove him to madness, and finally to the breaking of the secret.
Mate: XXXX
Pups: XXXX
Zodiac Sign: Libra
Nicknames: Knight is my name, and I have no intentions to gain a nickname. I am proud of my name.
Age: 3 years of age.
Gender: Brute
Desired Pack: Nigori Marshlands
Rank: Fighter would be a good position for me.
Looks:
Knight is an averaged sized wolf, with strong, broad shoulders, long and muscular legs and forelegs. His fur is a dark color of purple, but he is clearly purple during the daytime hours. The length of his fur is vaguely long, especially around the chest and tail area. The fur is rough on the top layer, then softer as it gets down to the closest layer on the skin. The fur is tinted with white in some spots on his back, tail, and on the tips of his ears, but his silhouette is dark.
He does not have a single marking on his body, any special markings anyway. His fur is unique because there are feathers weaved and attached to his skin just like his fur. He had been like that since birth, making him appear like a hybrid of a bird and wolf, since he has large, birdlike wings as well. He has a ring that was lodged into his ear, so it looks like an earing on his left ear now. His right ear is torn, from a battle, but it looks like a natural ear, since the tear has healed back together, there is just a notch left. He has no other scars on his body from any battle of any sort. He has one feather coming from behind his right ear, kinda like his signature, if you will.
His nails are long and black, the color of midnight, though he rarely uses them. He never uses them in a fight, only to hunt, which he does at night, because of his fur color. Although he is a large wolf, he never makes a sound while hunting, mostly because of his puphood, and because of his training in his early months. He is as silent at night as well, when he flies, his wings slice through the air without a sound, he moves like a shadow through sky and forest.
{Ignore the blood.... ^^}
Power: Psychometry
Knight has the ability to relate details about the past or future condition of an object or location, usually by being in close contact with it, meaning that he can see what will happen to a certain thing in interest, or the past of any object or being, including other wolves. He uses his power to learn about something, or to understand something more. It is easy for him to see the past of a wolf, or the future, and his readings can help change the output of a fight, for he knows who will pass, or who will be wounded.
He can use his power without anyone ever knowing, he just looks distant in his eyes, and he will sometimes pass out, or fall asleep unattentionally, especially when he is in the mind or being of the other lupine. His eyes will also turn white during the transition, and he may seem in pain at times as well, since his mind builds up the information in such a quick time, it is painful.
Once he comes back to the natural world, his eyes turn back to their blue state, all of the white disappears from his eyes, and he returns back to normal. The pain wears off quickly from his mind, and just like that, he is Knight again.
Eyes:
Knights eyes are a clear blue. There are no whites to his eyes, the whole eye is completely blue. The irises are flecked with gold, brown, and white, but the only color that is clearly visible is blue. {Just like the blue background.} The color changes from blue to white during the night, since the blue is so white, it reflects the color of the moon perfectly, making them as white as a ghoul.
Wings:
Knight's wings are the same shade of purple like his fur, about 5 feet long on each side. The feathers are about a foot long vertically. He usually wears his wings on his flanks, or behind him like an unbrella, above his back.
Personality:
Knight is a knight in a way. He stands up for the helpless, helps wolves that need him, and respects all. He is always confident in himself, and in other wolves as well. He believes that every wolf can do what they want to do, and he is very supportive of ideas, however crazy they may be. He is a strong-willed wolf, usually never giving up without actually trying, and tends to be very persuasive. He never makes promises, because that would mean that he would have to keep them, and he doesn't like breaking oaths or anything of the sort. He is kinda like an angelic demon, because when he becomes angry, he becomes a different wolf.
When he becomes infuriated, his eyes turn read, for some unexplainable reason. He usually starts to shudder, shutting his eyes, and unsheathing his claws into the ground. After a while, he calms down, but has to be separated from others to fully calm himself using a theory that he learned from an elderly wolf on his travels. {long story} If he doesn't calm down, and results to violence, he will usually attack with his wings, tail, or even his whole body. He never uses his nails, but he will use his actual paws.
Knight's personality makes him a charming, and all-together likeable wolf. He is a classy wolf, and likes to take relationships slow and steady, or so he wants to think. He has never been in a real, actual relationship, but he likes to think so. He is a soft-talking wolf, but when he gets very courageous, he is able to talk louder. He is also a very intellegent wolf, since he likes to take the time to learn about his surroundings with his power. He is an easy-going wolf, who enjoys simple pleasures like the warmth from the sun, and mud between his toes.
History:
A whimper and a scream of pain are heard from the rushing river as a young mate pair stand in fear. The brute spots a pup, a winged pup, rushing down river, probably an outcast that had to be dealt with. This pack didn't allow winged or abnormal wolves into the territory, so the brute snorted, and stayed where he was as the fae watched with terror on her muzzle. She started to run, her legs moving her limp body as the purple silhouette is sweapt farther down river, bobbing and gasping for breath. The fae jumps in after the pup, since the water was shallow, more like a creek than a river. This was the time of summer, and drought was upon the lands. The pup, of course, was still in danger, since his tiny legs couldn't grip the slippery rocks below his pads.
The fae quickly catches up, and grabs the pup's scruff with her teeth gently, carrying him to the bank. She notices the little sprouts on his sides, the little wings that couldn't carry the pup's body weight yet. She smiles slightly, and licks him dry, then takes him back to her mate. She was replied with a snort, a scowl, and a snarl. The alpha would never allow that thing to be here, was all that she heard. Her gasp came out quietly, knowing the same fact that her mate did. "I am going to hide him. I know the alphas won't like it, but we can't just let him die." She says in a hushed whisper. The little pup looks up at her in dismay. He didn't know what to think, but he could understand her words. The brute growls. "You know that is forbidden in our pack. I thought I could trust you." He sighs, then turns around and walks to the den that the both of them occupied. The fae wraps the pup in reeds, then carries him, eluded, into her den.
The pup grew in the eyes of his new loving mother, unnoticed by the alpha or the rest of the watchful pack. His mother made sure that he was safe at all times, and his father had trouble keeping the secret. Then one day, on his first birthday, he broke.... A growl comes from the angry alpha as he enters the den that the pup was occupying. The fae's face, scared, eyes widened, is dragged out of the den, to meet her fate as the father sits outside of the den, sobbing quietly. Knight, as he was named, sobs as well, and attemps to run after his mother, only to be grabbed, and shoved the way that his mother was being. He could feel the wind, and hear it. They were going to a canyon, his mother was going to be executed, and as was he. His wings were large now, and he was strong. He would survive, if these intellegent wolves would forget about his wings. He quickly shuts them, and curls them against his flank. His eyes quickly take notice of the area, and he looks down into the ravine below. There was a rushing river, and it was spring.
He could still hear the sobbing of his mother as the both of them, are shoved toward the edge to hear the reasons for their murder. A large brute, black in color, clears his throat as two identical wolves come forward, one behind himself, and one behind his mother. The black brute clears his throat again, and begins to proclaim the accusations. "Two wolves are being prosecuted today, one for bringing an outcast into the pack, and the other for being the outcast." His words were short and meaningless as the both of the wolves, fae and brute, are pushed over the edge into the air. Knight quickly unfolds his wings, and chuckles mockingly at the dumbfounded wolves. They had forgotten! His mother was tumbling slowly, and as he swoops down to catch her, a large boulder knocks him out, sending the both of them toward the ravine faster than before.
A loud splash sounds that contact was made, and there is a subtle cheer from the wolves above. Knight's head goes underwater as his limp body is sweapt downcurrent with his mother. The quickly-rushed river sweeps their bodies into a small lagoon area, and lands them onto a muddy bank. The young brute wakes, his eyes and vision clouded. He sees his mother beside him, coughing up the water from which she had breathed. After water came blood, as it ran into the lagoon, turning the soil maroon. His breath quickens as does her mother's, both shocked at the sight of blood. "Mother, I won't let you die. I won't let you suffer. I know that you are going to die, but I won't let you die in your own puddle of blood. I just won't." He could feel tears in his voice, then watches his weak mother nodd. Slowly, he unsheathes his nails, and slits his mother's throat.
Other:
Someday by Rob Thomas is his theme song.
Motto:
"Seeing that life has been given us precarious and full of uncertainty, fix not your hopes on the death of another."
Quote from Cato
Parent Description: {Knight's adopted parents}
Cinala {mother} - Cinala was a kind wolf, always adoring pups. Her fur was a light cream color, not brown, but not quite white. She was born without nails, just a harmless birth defect when she was born. She had a scar circling her left eye, since she was a young slave in her past pack.
Diame {father} - Diame hated breaking the rules, that was how his parents raised him. He was also the reason for Cinala's death {above in history ^} His coat was brown, with dark brown spots on his muzzle and tail. Diame lost half of his tail in a battle, severed at the bone. He has no scars but that one, and even that is not a scar, but it is in a way. He was a kind wolf, until he had to bare the secret of his adopted son, which drove him to madness, and finally to the breaking of the secret.
Mate: XXXX
Pups: XXXX
Zodiac Sign: Libra