Post by Imaginatio on Nov 23, 2008 10:06:35 GMT -5
Nicknames: Arrow
Rank: Loner ~Of Lucidity's Ranks
Age: 1 year 6 months
Looks:
Mahli is a rather slender gray wolf, with pretty average colouring; a blend of brown, grey and white fur around his head and back, but with a fluffy white underbelly and muzzle. He seems to be built rather effeminately, as his paws are smaller than the average male, and are more dainty. His back is narrower and his legs are more slender, more built for running, and he is often mistaken for a female because of his build.
The insides of his ears are white, with a slight pink tinge towards the centre, and the tips of his lips are also pink tinged. His paws are white, and blend into brown as they go up his legs, and his tail is quite bushy, with a stripe of black blending in to the lighter hues along it's center leading to the tip of his tail.
His eyes are a light blue, almost icy, but with a softness to them. They seem watery, as if he's almost about to cry all the time, and his right eye has a slight greenish tinge to it. Overall he looks like a perfectly normal young wolf, apart from the great thick blue line that runs from a point on his underbelly just before his hind legs, to the base of his throat, where it abruptly ends in an arrowhead, each point of the triangle following his jawline.
This odd marking often gave him the nickname Arrow, and he has been embarrassed of it ever since, yet he has had it since the day of his birth.
Element:
Gravitation -
Description;
Mahli is drawn to certain things. He can always find whatever he needs or desires, drawn to them like a super-powerful magnet. He has an in-built compass and only has to wish for something to be drawn to it. Also, when he is near to other wolves that have particularly strong desires, or if he has strong feelings for another wolf, he is drawn to their desires as well as his own, making him an excellent treasure hunter.
Duration;
Ongoing. Mahli doesn't really think of this as a power as he just seems to be really lucky in finding things he needs/wants. He cannot turn the power on or off, but he can even sense his goals whn he closes his eyes, pulsing like balls of heat in the distance.
Manifestation;
Most of how Mahli can find things is in his odd marking, the Arrow. It represents his ability to never lose his way, and always find what he needs. Mahli shows his 'power' unconsciously. When stationary, his paws will slowly edge in the direction of the goal, or he'll tip his head in the direction of the goal. He has to make a conscious effort to stop his little 'ticks' and they can be a little annoying.
Personality:
Used to being trodden on and ridicule, Mahli's self confidence is seriously damaged. He appears edgy and fidgety when he moves, and always seems to look behind him before he moves anywhere. Due to his 'watery eyes' he looks about to cry, which makes him seem weak and vulnerable but he is really overcautious. He is extremely paranoid that he has done something wrong if someone want to speak to him, as that was how it normally happened with his family. A passive thinker, he only speaks when spoken to and even then it is only a one or two word answer when neccessary.
He avoids looking at anyone in the eyes and keeps his head low to the ground, trying to attract as little trouble as possible. More of a loner, he enjoys his own company, but he really just wants to feel part of a pack or a family. Having not really had a childhood, he doesn't understand certain things and can be very naive, especially with his speech patterns, but he means well and can normally get his point across. He's very kind and gentle if you ever take the time to get to know him, but seeing as nobody as of yet has done that, he doesn't know yet that he is worthy of love.
History:
Born out of wedlock and as the runt of the pack, Mahli was never really recognised as having any special talents. Also, due to his...irregular patterning, he was scorned by both parents, and his brothers and sisters soon followed under their influence. He gained many bruises and cruel nicknames through his family, and grew to believe that this was how he was supposed to be treated.
His mother in particular was spiteful to him, never giving him a chance to even prove himself worthy for her proud pack. She was the alphess, no question, and her word waas rule, and her word was that he was worthless. She gave him most of his scars today, although he'd never admit that all he wanted was for her to love him.
The simple fact was that, in Mahli, his mother saw his bastard of a father that she had once loved. The wolf who had wooed her as a young wolf, dazzled her with promises of seeing new worlds and having fantastic adventures. As a young, headstrong wolf, and an Alphess to boot, she was enthralled by this loner who had nothing, yet seemed to want nothing and was still content. Their courting was short lived and magical, until the wolf revealed himself to be the brute he truly was. He took her into his cave after a small spat, and forcefully mated her, keeping her captive. Mahli's mother feared for her life as he refused to let her leave, watching her every move in his induced paranoia that she would leave him.
She remembers that she was so frightened for her life, so hungry and weak that when she finally did escape, he almost caught up with her and brought her back. Luckily her mate had heard her weak cries and ran to her rescue, killing off the loner who had taken her innocence. Unfortunately the bud that was to be Mahli had already been sown.
She grew heavily pregnant after mating with her lover, the true Alpha, and soon forgot about her terrifying experience. That was, until the litter of pups were born. Seeing that flash of brown and the streak of blue, it brought bile to her throat. Yet she could not bring herself to kill the weak and pitiful bundle of fur that pathetically curled up to her for warmth. Instead, she let it grow into a weak and pitiful young pup, and eventually a weak an pitiful adolescent wolf, instead taking her anger and bitterness and hatred out on him whenever things went wrong, whenever her mind turned over that past event in her mind and she couldn't handle it. Mahli bore the brunt of his mother's fury for his father's brutal act.
The Alpha male had no knowledge that Mahli was not his son, for soon after he was called to the Alphen meeting and travelled far away. He was not seen for some time, and his mother was left to bring the pups and the pack up by her own. This was also Mahli's fault for some reason.
Though the hardest thing that hit her was the look in his eyes, the look that reminded her of how she was, weak and alone and guarded in that cave. She saw the look of submission in his eyes, reflected so much like her own, and she immediately hated it, completing the cycle of violence and pouring her loathing into the tiny runt pup that tried to suckle from her helplessly before she cruelly pushed it away.
As he matured, other wolves still treated him differently because of the odd mark on his underbelly. He grew distant, and became silent, speaking only when spoken to and keeping his head to the ground. He kept wondering why he was meant to be here, but never said a word of protest.
One frosty morning, when he was out trying to hunt- he had never been taught, so he had had to learn from observation and practise in secret, though he was never very good at it- a stampeding herd of deer that had been frightened earlier triggered a rock slide near his home. He was crushed under the rocks, and lost consciousness soon after.
When he came to, he was in Aelyn. Immediately he knew this was a different world from where he had been last, and he vowed to make a new life for himself here, where nobody knew him yet. Still, he was very worried about the feelings he would generate from other wolves, and was unsure about asking to join a pack yet. He was used to the hostility of wolves, and has yet found the courage to approach anyone. So for the moment he's laying low, staying away from anyone, but he's not that good at hiding. Sooner of later he will have to face his fears though, and when he does, he only hopes he can make a new start for himself.
Parental Description:
Mother; Marsala
A bright crimson wolf with long, bushy fur. Her muscles ripple beneath her fur. Ears stand proud and erect. Wings are graceful and a deep, blood red. Her tail is slightly shorter than average, and her muzzle is longer, with sharper teeth than average. Eyes are a light, piercing blue.
Father; Roarik {Biological}
A plain brown wolf with reddish gold and brown blends on his back and legs. His underbelly is a soft creamy white, yet is intersected by a red arrow running from his chin to the base of his tail. Not a muscular wolf and without wings. Eyes are a deep blue, serene yet seductive.
Tristan {Mate of Marsala}
An electric blue wolf with streaks of black through his pelt and lighter blue. He has a black streak intersecting his tail. Wings are large with brilliant blue plumage. A muscular yet slender wolf with larger ears than normal. Eyes are a deep mauve mixed with flecks of darker violet.
Mate: Naw
Pups: Nope
Zodiac Sign: Pisces