Post by ¤Guardian Devil¤ on Jan 8, 2011 6:11:58 GMT -5
Name: Evion Graymane. My name is pronounce Eh-vee-on. So please pronounce it right.
Nickname(s): V, Evi, Vio.
Age: 4
Gender: Male
Pack: Fjordsong
Rank: Delta is suitable. If not Delta a soldier :]
Side Note: Do not worry. I don't rp in first person. It's just easier for me to do their bio like this.
Appearance: I suppose I should start with my fur. The base color is a simple gray, nothing to special about it. A darker gray covers my forehead and both my ears. down my belly is the same dark gray as well as four stripes. The first strip jags down from my shoulders and blends into a gray patch. The second and third jag down from the middle of my back while the fourth and last is just at the base of my tail. My back left leg has a sock with the dark gray and my toes on my right back leg match the color. Though my neck and chest are painted a much lighter gray. As well as a star upon my nose that is marked with dark gray stripes. My chin how ever is a pure black with a small strap just a few inches down. My elbows are painted the light gray as well. My tail is just the plain base gray. Ah, but my eyes. A poisonous green they are. Probably one of my better features if I say so myself.
My breed is that of a timber wolf, but I have seemed to out grow my species. My paws are large, and my bulk is at least two to three inches bigger than most of my family had been. I'm not build for long distance speed, but in short bursts I can manage to take down a decent sized kill. Strength is my forte as you could probably tell or not for my fur tends to hide my muscles. Perhaps my father was more Russian than timber.
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Personality: I'm fairly laid back I suppose, when it comes to a lazy day. I can get along with most wolves, but I do still have my quirks and if I don't like you it will just have to stay that way. Never have I shirked my responsibility in a pack and nor do I ever intend too. I have my little pet peeves, quite a few of them I suppose and each one has a level. I try to be respectful to my elders, but they test my patients when they're rude and snippy while I'm working off my tail to be polite and respectful. I don't really have any problems with those of higher ranks, but again there is only so much I can tolerate. Rude wolves are my enemy. They disgust me to the point where I wouldn't care what rank they were I would have a snappy word or two with them if not bite some manners into their hide.
When it comes to wolves from other packs I will hold them to as much respect as they show me. I have no tolerance for misbehavior or a cocky attitude. They are not of my pack so I will not be in trouble for kicking their furry tails around.
I suppose at times I can appear to be very apathetic, but this is just one of those 'protective' casings my dearest friend had called it when she was still around. I usually keep my emotions to myself when I'm around wolves I don't know all to well and usually only my closest friends can read my feelings when I'm being as such.
Though, the best way to truly get to know me is be around me.
History: I was born to a litter of five. A grand five. For my pack that was a lot of pups for one female. My parents were the Epsilon's, the head warriors of the pack. I wasn't born first, nor last, but somewhere in the middle. Just a normal pup. I had no struggling when I was just a pup, I had been much bigger than my siblings who were rather scrawny while I was thick and...well fat. According to my mother I ate the most and she would always tease me how i would waddle around. It was rather embarrassing, but now I see it as a loving endearment; a gentle tease.
I had two older brother's an and a younger sister and brother. Kalah was the only girl out of us boys and she was the more...spoiled I suppose I could say. My pup life was happy. Our pack was healthy, our parents were gentle and kind in their raising. The Alpha's even spent time with us. The day I turned into a yearling I was taken on my first hunt. To say the least I could not keep up. I was much to big for racing across the lands after the prey for a long periods of time while my siblings easily kept toe with the herd of elk. My parents saw this and so they schemed. They had told me to stay back and wait. I hid in the bushes where they had instructed and I waited their forever.
The moment I heard hooves racing towards me I was confused. I had peeked out of the bushes and saw my father snapping at the legs of the elk while my siblings trailed behind panting heavily. They were going to lose it! I can remember my fur bristling as my muscles tensed. The second that Elk was a hoof away from me I lunged forward at the beast. I slammed into the chest and my fangs just barely made it around the elk's neck.
The elk had fell over me and I went rolling with it while my fangs snapped quickly trying to get a better hold accidentally shredding the elk's neck. I was a little scared I have to admit, my eyes had been tight shut and I hung on for dear life. I didn't let go no matter how wild the elk was kicking around. At the nudge of a maw against my side and a tongue kissing my head I had finally opened my eyes to see my mother standing there with a broad smile.
It had been the first kill of the season. It had been my kill. The other pack members had gathered around and I couldn't be any more proud as my parents boasted. Of course I got odd glares from my brother's while my sister was hopping around like her usual silly self flopping all over me. I must also admit I loved my sister the most. Out of all my siblings we were the closest. We did everything together, play, wrestle, practice fighting. I even had to keep other yearlings trying to pick on her since she was the smallest of the three litters that had been born that year.
Though, days came and went like normal and we were all growing up. Two of my brother's left the pack to search for their own path. My sister Kalah had found an infatuation with the alpha's eldest son Mivun. I respected the guy, he was only about a year or so older than us and he treated my sister good.
I myself followed in my parents paw steps. I was to train to become a pack Epsilon. With my size and strength I would easily over power others. I trained and trained until I was three years of age. during this time chaos struck our peaceful pack.
A stray came along with three others. A cruel beast that our alpha had previously refused to be on his packlands. He struck quickly before any of the wolves of our pack could react. He killed the Alphess while his lackeys fought off my parents. I was struck with fear as I had never truly had a real fight. That and my parents assigned me to watch the younger pups.
At the death of the Alphess and the exile of the Alpha we had a new Alpha. He had set his eyes on my sister and I was outraged. For months we lived under his reign my sister doing her best to avoid the new alpha. Mivun was outraged and he frequently got in a tiff with the alpha. Finally most of the pack had, had it with the new alpha. Mivun had gathered the few who had still been loyal to his father and we worked everything out. The sun rose and the fight errupted. Mivun led us strongly and we had successfully chased off the newer alpha and his band of followers. Though not with out casualties to us. My father had fell to that brute's claw and my mother had almost gone herself. Luckily our healer was a good one and nursed my mother back to health.
Though that didn't mend the heartache in her heart over her mate and son that had betrayed them. The youngest boy had sided with the new alpha as he had craved power and Bachtun had promised it to him. I was so angry, yet so distraught over the event. I couldn't get over my brother betraying us. I stayed only a while longer to see Mivun become Alpha and announce to the pack that Kalah would become her mate. I was happy for her, but my anger drove me from my pack.
I was going to hunt my brother down. I'm four years now and my brother was never found. I didn't have the heart to go back to my homelands so now I simply wander around and perhaps I'll find myself a pack to stay with again as it had become quite lonely to be on my own.
Roleplay Example:
She stopped just before fully leaving that certain alley way. His voice clearly heard over the howling wind and roaring thunder. He had been drunk? It had made her hesitate to disappear around the corner and leap off like she had planned to the moment she knew she had to get away from him before she fell victim to her grief. Why on earth was he getting drunk for? She made to look over her shoulder at him, but she quickly shook her head and kept he gaze forward.
She was silent, listening to the rain beat tunes against metal and cement. Studying each bolt that jolted through the sky and splitting to form many different designs. Heading to meet someone else? She couldn't believe her ears. At first she thought it just had to be the loud crashing thunder that just made her hear wrong, but she had always been good at reading his voice, hearing him even if there were things to loud and no one else could hear him. She had always been so in tuned to him, too his body language, and even perhaps his thoughts.
Her hand reached out, palm gently touching the wet bricks as she reached up with her other hand and slid fingers through sopping wet hair pushing it from her face. "Is that...did that seriously just come out of your mouth..." Her voice was shaky, threatening to crack as she tried to keep herself from crying even more. Soft and a tinge of anger. She gripped the wall tighter, claws scraping small gashes in the bricks. Was he a bloody idiot!? To honestly think that!
She bit on her lip to keep herself in check. She didn't want to yell at him and she feared if one started yelling then another fight would occur and she just couldn't handle that. Nor did she ever want to raise her voice to Marrok again. It had not only frightened her to express such anger to the one she loved, but had left her unable to talk the next few days even now it was scratchy and broke a little when she talked.
Finally she turned halfway and brought her gaze up to look him square in the face. Tears still mixed with the cold rain. "Would I...How could you think that I would ever see another man?! To so much as even THINK of touching them. Did you honestly believe I'd be the type to find a god damn rebound bitch!?" With each word, her voice seemed to raise till she was shouting. The hurt she felt from those words he spoke had quickly grown into anger and before she could stop it, it had exploded.
"After...all of these years Marrok..." She couldn't even finish the sentence as a sob chocked her breath. She clenched her eyes shut as her hand grew even tighter on the wall. No, no no no no no! She could not fall apart in front of him! Not Marrok...she just couldn't. "How could you..." she whispered just as lightning zipped across the sky and thunder had quickly answered it's mate with a deafening clap. It grew completely dark for a moment before another lightning bolt followed and Buffy was no longer there.
Feet scrambled over roof tops, quickly rushing away from him. Holding back her cries she concentrated on keeping herself steady and not falling over. Building after building she ran not sure if he had even bothered to follow or if he was still standing in that alley; perhaps he was in the bar shooting back a few. Part of her hoped he would follow. No...that wasn't true. She preyed deeply for him to follow her. It would give her that small glimmer of hope back. A hope that maybe she really hadn't lost him for good. She wouldn't get her hopes up though.
Her body trembled, lips a deep shade of purple. The cold rain was finally taking it's tole yet she ignored it. She couldn't hear a thing except the rain and thunder and soon buildings slowly stopped lining up until she stopped on the last building that was against the borders that would lead out of the city and into the wilderness once more. The path that led home, back to the packlands, and back to her father. She hadn't seen him in the longest while anyway. It was due time she visited anyway. She took a shuddering breath and reached up with both hands to rub her tear stained eyes wiping water from her face. The water was quickly replaced when she moved her hands away.
She wrapped her arms around herself as she shivered and stood with her eyes close just losing herself in the feeling of rain pouring over her. She was so cold, but she just didn't have it in her to switch to one of her more wolven forms to have that fur that provided at least a little warmth when it rained. In her current state of being drunk and emotional it wouldn't be wise to transform. Her emotions had always affected her in different ways. she would assume it would be different as well for being drunk.
Golden eyes lit up with a lightning bolt that struck about half a mile away from her, warming them to a rich honey. She bit the side of her lips as his words echoed in her head again. Slowly she shook her head and slumped down to her knees as she hunched over the edge with a small cry. "How could he think that..." She whispered to herself as she continued to shiver.
Buffy sat back on her heels as she tried to figure out what to do. As she kept thinking about what he had asked she kept coming to the conclusion that maybe she had done something that would have made him think that? Maybe this really was all her fault and she didn't even know it. Perhaps she had been the one to break his heart first. Perhaps...it should be her going after him instead? She stared at the distant clustered forest she had called home as a pup. It was either keep running back home...or turn right back around and go find him to try and fix what ever she had done wrong to make him hurt or angry.
Was it really a choice? Did she really have to even ask herself those options? With a quick intake of breath she jerked up and spun around intent on racing back to him just as quick as she had fled only a sharp pain snapped in her ankle and a cry of pain tore through her as she tumbled against the ground. "God damnit!" She sobbed as she quickly looked at her ankle. Of course this had to happen of all moments. She hadn't remembered that the ground was wet and if she had made the wrong move this would have happened. She shouted out in anger, in all of the emotions that were currently rushing through her, crying hysterically as she gently touched her swelling ankle. It wasn't broken, she had simply sprained it.
She roughly rubbed her nose as she moved to try and stand, but as she put even the smallest amount on her foot she whimpered and slumped right back to the roof. So she sat there trying to calm herself down as she finally just lost it, the bottled up emotions that she had been able to hold in finally shattering free and causing her to cry even more. "I'm sorry Mar..." It came as a whisper, unheard over the roaring thunder as she dropped her face into the palms of her hands and just simply cried.
Your name: Devil
How did you find us?: Bassie! My awesometastic buddy of whom I haven't spoke to in ages! I MISS YOU BASSIE! >D I SHALL FOREVER AND ALWAYS BE STALKING THIS SITE! <3333
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