Post by Alley on Sept 19, 2010 11:41:59 GMT -5
Name: Quincy
Nicknames: Quip
Age: 2.5 years
Gender: Male
Desired Pack: Nigori Marshlands
Rank: None
Looks:
Power:
Eyes:
Wings:
Personality:
History:
Other:
Parent Description:
Mate: None.
Pups: None.
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Nicknames: Quip
Age: 2.5 years
Gender: Male
Desired Pack: Nigori Marshlands
Rank: None
Looks:
Long, lean and lithe, there is nothing that Quip resembles so much as a cat of Siamese breeding, although retaining the basic muscle and skeletal structure of a canine. The vertebrae of his back curve gently into a thin and tactile tail, and the arches of his feet are somewhat elongated, perfect for running and jumping, tasks which require speed and flexibility, both of which are provided by his lissome frame. His muzzle is finely wedge shaped, through not to an obscene extent, and supported by a long neck, which places his eyes on an angled slant, causing him to have developed a signature tic from pup hood of tilting his face this way and that ever so slightly when keeping close attention to a speaker, or a particularly fascinating object. His ears are not well proportioned, and some might even say ungainly, a sore point for the young wolf, for which his appearance has been both a trial and a gift.
Quip’s only current feature of notable remark is the fact that he carries a second pair of retractable, hook shaped claws that glide out from above the more blunted pair of short brown claws. This second pair is palest pink, nearly transparent in color, and are somewhat brittle, being torn out relatively easily. Although they do grow back, it is greatly painful, similar to having an ingrown finger or toenail.
His base color is a burnt cream, his coat being on the whole fine and soft, although tufting out gently at his ruff and ankles. As with most members of his family, Quips coat grows darker as he ages, having been born an almost milky color, the elders of the family turning a hue close to tan. This darkening process is slower in a cooler climate than a hot, although it is rarely if ever ceased. A dark blush of brown (Which would be referred to as ‘points’ in a feline) bloom at his muzzle, feet and tail, gradually blending in as lighter colored speckles to meet his base coat. Paw pads and nose are a chocolate brown, although the toes on his front right foot are a pale rose color. Being young, and only recently removed from his pack, Quip’s body is devoid of scars or abnormal patches of fur caused by bite damage.
The basic coloration for a seal point animal may be viewed here:
Seal Point
Power:
Quip’s power is that of hallucination, i.e. the ability to induce sensations without stimuli. This allows him to affect any of the five senses – of smell, touch, sound, taste and sight. However, the stronger of mind the attempted target is, the more resistance they will have to this mesmer. Therefore, this power works best upon the young, and those who have suffered a recent trauma and are unstable, and is least effective on powerful adults or those who have found true happiness within themselves.
Hallucinations can range from a faint sensation of being watched, or a slight whisper, to experiencing a serious burning or asphyxiation. However, these sensations are merely mental (‘All in your head’) and do not ever affect the physical world. Thus, those not under the spell will be unable to comprehend what is happening in the mind of those who are in its thrall. Played carefully, Quip is sometimes able to use his power to instill a state of paranoia within his target, causing them to subconsciously distrust their comrades, or even second guess themselves, as they appear to witness others whispering about them, or even plotting to harm them or take their position.
He is both able and willing to use his power on himself, creating visions of flowering fields or streaming sunlight when his actual surroundings are bleak, although this can be dangerous, as it removes some parts of his awareness, thus making sneak attacks far more likely to succeed, and tracking far harder to detect. Although he is aware of the danger self-use places him under, has become, as with many members of his family, somewhat addicted, and often finds a fantasy world preferable to the real one. Although he can activate his power from a distance, it is must more powerful should his target be enticed into gazing into his eyes.
There is always a chance that when using the power against another, he will be subconsciously taken in himself, and thus it becomes indistinguishable from his reality. Should this occur, he is only snapped out of it should he fall unconscious, or see his own eyes in a reflected surface.
Eyes:
Quip’s eyes may be slightly slanted, but are oval shaped an innocent rather than squinted. A clear, icy blue is speckled slightly with white around a perfectly circular iris. Often found gazing in stupefaction at his own latest fake wonder. A slight ring of of the brown tint creates a feeling of openness and naivety that just invites you to gaze inwards.
Wings:
None.
Personality:
Easygoing and carefree, Quip is probably currently unsuited to a role as a leader in any usage of the word, caring more for free spirited play than for life issues such a birth, death or combat, and thus has little use for his inherited speed and claws. Often found rolling back first in a clump of nonexistent clover, he found a place as a loner amongst his pack, for whom tradition dictated that the power be used only to disorientate prey, or drive back an enemy. Although birthed with a graceful body, he often lets it loll and flop down in an unsightly manner, often dusty, but never caring.
Generally harmless, it is his main fault that he finds pleasure in playing tricks upon the others around, often at their expense. Although he could not be considered ‘unstable’ in the general sense of the world, he teeters on the fine line between reality and fiction that most of us reach only under the influence of the less than strictly legal drug of our choice.
In terms of confidence, Quip is almost always at all time bubbling high, often too immersed within his doodling to latch onto any negative quibble of another. However, when forced to take heed, usually through an unmistakable personal attack, he quickly falls back down to a black mood, this rollercoaster a side effect of his prolonged power usage. During the down times, it is difficult to create and maintain believable illusions, or they quickly become too warped to handle safely within his own mind and must be released.
History:
(Will probably be improved/expanded upon at a later date)
Going back to the first day of Quip’s life on this world, this year’s light snow had long since receded, leaving only the sodden mess of leaf mould and dirt which clung to the paws of the immaculately marked wolves, so protective of their ancestral, yet perpetually sodden homelands. Quip was born to a newly matched pair of wolves, the bulky chocolate speckled brute Edin and the softly dappled Mira, who lay somewhat on the edge of the pack, not quite meeting the requirements to be considered loners, but hardly acknowledged at all but the largest of meetings within the family.
The pair was young, and therefore inexperienced, and so was unprepared for the large number of pups that would be gifted to them from the gods. Of Quip’s litter, six were born, but only three survived through their first month, to their mother’s eternal and inexorable guilt, although she dedicated the rest of her existence to the raising of her offspring. She eventually split from her mate to join the main pack, as she saw it as the best possible choice for their upbringing, although he was reluctant to give up his stance as a free spirit by appealing directly to the huge and patriarchal red pointed alpha, Leidolf. Although the pups never had a true relationship with their father, they were introduced at the age of four months during a full meeting of the pack in the central forests, although he since disappeared from the territory, and has since never since been seen within the forest confines.
Raised in the leafy, if somewhat mildewed forest clearings, as well as the safer confines of the vast network of limestone caverns that runs though the river straddling area, the pups matured as true members of their pack, developed the markings that define them to the outside world. In the case of Quip, he was set apart from his siblings even in the areas of simple play, as genetics ruled that one pup from each litter be gifted with a power above the others, that of illusion, of hallucination, strictly to be used in aid of the chase of quarry, or the defence of the homelands. Bonding more with his unofficial carers, nursemaids if you will, than his own father, Quip was never versed in the art of the chase and the kill, as his mother had suffered a crippling in the past, and was unable to fully join the hunt, and so is most skilled in keeping the young amused, and hidden, often secretly with visions and make-believe rather than a sharp tongue or swift paw. Naturally, he was a favourite ‘older brother’ among many of the young charges, and was eventually adopted as an official gamma, a guard of the young. Although some saw this as a disgraceful waste of a potent gift, the ancient alpha saw the wisdom behind the decision, that the young wolf had indeed been granted with a natural ability to calm and control, although it was agreed that the defence of the young was another matter; although perhaps one day it would be possible to refine his gift to include combat, as with many of the skilled hunters.
However, this all changed with the next long thawing season, and the birth of Mira’s second litter.
Although Quip had no objection to his mother’s new mate (A bookish, if slightly bland roan male named Ralf), the new young was naturally passed onto him for safe keeping, when they were old enough to be weaned. The lazy thawing days made much amusement for the small group of half siblings, as their older brother blew crimson blossoms from the half piles of slush, and made brightly coloured hummingbirds peep from the half withered holes scarred into the tree by cold rotted branches, only to flutter away on a thought into a tiny twinkling light. The comfort of living in a large pack made starvation, if not a thing of the past, an unlikely prospect for this new litter of three, and other young sometimes joined them in play in the sheltered groves of the nurseries. Harmless, if pointless fun, and likely to be scorned by the elders if ever they had been caught, but this never occurred.
However, one afternoon, on that borderline between evening and night, the pack met for the seasonal meeting in the midlands of the territory, leaving the pups in the care of their responsible gammas. It was at this moment that a previously dormant rival pack chose to infiltrate, a number of elected scouts making their way close to the heart of the territory, while the pack remained for the most part oblivious to the unexpected invasion on that sleepy dusk. One such wolf, a medium sized brute of stocky build passed close by to the nursery where the gamma Quip was residing, in stealth making it almost to the very surroundings bushes before the outlying, eldest pup yelped a warning, blundering back to her guardian.
In panic, Quip drew the three back to the makeshift nest. What followed is not something he remembers often, but he was able to utilise his power to disable the attacker, who now strode, almost casually, cockily even into what he saw as a petite nursemaid’s meadow, by convincing him utterly that he was being asphyxiated to death. As the male thrashed, mouth foaming, he stumbled back out into the night, just as the members of the resident pack flew onto the scene. However, the first things that they saw were the pups. The poor younglings had also been subjected to the uncontrolled, dangerous vision, and lay, chests still, on their backs, much more receptive to a mental attack, outwardly dead and lain out for the entire world to see.
For these offenses, Quip was immediately expulsed from the pack, rather than killed, as although the pups were able to be resituated, one suffered a collapsed lung, the others a mental trauma and slight mental disability caused by oxygen deprivation.
Other:
A nuisance rather than a weakness, the young wolf has a minor allergy to pollen, and so will readily sneeze when subjected to a (real) meadow.
Parent Description:
The father of Quip’s litter was a striking example of his bloodline, points purely and simply formed in deep blossoms of tan. He possessed a body type relatively rare to the pack – tall and wiry rather than small and lithe, with powerfully laid muscles that encompassed the entirety of his structure. His fur was almost shaggy, dusted with chocolate brown tips, and from this the pups gained their tufted ruffs and ankle trimmings. Although many of his genes were recessive, some of Quip’s littermates were of above average height at the shoulder, with a strong jawline.
In contrast, the mother was rather more plainly built, almost pure cream, with delicate bones that arced gracefully into one slim form. From this bone structure curved out long and dagger like claws and saber fangs, which she put into practice in her younger as a fast and lethal member of the hunting party, despite her stature. However, one winter, she sustained an awkward fall from an icy riverbank and fractured her left hind leg, and so suffered an unnatural hobbling gait for the rest of her life. It was from this point onwards that she dedicated herself to the raising of young.
Mate: None.
Pups: None.
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius