Capella - Male - Fjordsong

[.kenren]

Name: Capella
Nickname(s): None
Age: Five years
Gender: Male
Pack: Fjordsong
Rank: Alpha


Appearance: Capella is a wolf built more for speed than power. Not that he is weak; he's just more useful for multiple, quick attacks than for a single powerful blow. He is lean and toned, though rather large in size. He's not abnormally tall, but he is definitely not short. He is, in fact, a rather attractive wolf. Always holding himself with a proud stature, Capella has a pelt of clean white, with only a dusting of light grey at the ruff of his neck and along his back. He keeps himself clean, not necessarily out of vanity, but because he feels it is only dignified. His nose is a neat black, greatly contrasting with his coat. His eyes are the interesting thing about him; bright, clear blue, with flecks of violet around the pupil. They are sharp and piercing, capable of casting a deadly glare as soon as an affectionate glance.

Picture: None current

Personality: A picture of pride and elegance, Capella is not a wolf to be easily messed with. At first he seems pretty easygoing, a flirt to be sure, but tasteful. He's not lewd to females; it's just not in his nature. He is a rather social creature, and is friendly to almost all who seek him out. He will often seem callous, or act like he's being hindered, but he truly doesn't mind helping others.

He has a mean protective streak, especially for anyone under his protection. Be it a single younger male or a group of pregnant females, if he feels they are weak, and deserving, he would give his life to protect them. Note the deserving part. Capella holds a grudge, but not if he was the one wronged. He could care less what someone does to him; he just shrugs it off, or completely ignores them. If they hurt someone else with their stupidity or malice, then Capella has a real problem with them. He doesn't mind wolves that are just mean, but if they actually harm someone that is weaker than they, he will not forgive them. To sum it up, Capella hates bullies, and will not hesitate to put them in their place.

If singled out for protecting others, he will not flaunt the fact that he did so. He's more likely to yell at the victim for being so weak, and not standing up for themselves. He's here to teach lessons, not to be a babysitter. Because he is proud, he hates weakness as much as bullies. If someone is unwilling to stand up for themselves, and would rather just be rescued, he would just as soon throw them out as he would the bully.

For all of that, he really is affectionate. After someone gains his trust, or catches his eye, he can be a great friend to them. He likes pups, but he can be rather rough around the edges when dealing with them. With pretty much anyone, he'll tease them mercilessly, or push their buttons. He will force them to talk about things they'd rather not. If he has to get them angry for them to do so, then so be it. But he really does care, even if he comes off as a jerk at times.

History: Born at the height of spring, Capella was the eldest of four pups. He was the single white pup, taking after his sickly mother. She was kind, and loved her children, but it didn't matter. She was weak, and died only a few months after the birth of her children. Capella was always a rather dominant creature. His siblings (a male and two females) generally deferred to him in a crisis, since Capella stayed level-headed, even if he fell in a shaken heap when the danger was gone. From the time he was a year or so old, he began having issues with his father. The male was a bit mean-spirited, and blamed his children for taking his love from him. It was misguided anger, but he didn't seem to care. He was often angry, and pushed the pups around when he was in a rage. Eventually Capella was sick of it, and decided to leave their small pack. His two sisters followed him; his brother stayed back, determined to fight his way to higher ranks withing that pack.

Capella, Desmona, and Elina traveled together for years, hunting together, keeping each other warm in the cold of night. However, the females eventually drifted away, finding love amongst the groups of wolves they met. Capella let them go, though he felt the loss. He was no loner, and craved the company of others. He will find a home, someday. He travels for that very purpose.


Roleplay Example:

◇ I couldn't help but feel sadness as the last clutches of winter faded away from the land, slowly shriveling to nothingness in the face of a bright and sunny spring. It was a cycle that I should have been very used to, but the loss of my complete hold on Transmundane, even if it had only been in my grasp for a few short months, made an emptiness in my gut that pained me more greatly than could be imagined. I was always my strongest in the winter, even if a few areas did manage to stay under the power of my cursed siblings. I was comforted by the thought that it was all they could do, to hide away with their mortals, waiting for this time to come, the time when I would not hold the land under a grip of ice and snow. They would think they were safe now, that I had gone back to the equilibrium of power that we were all cursed to balance. The fools, to think I would simply remain dormant and docile as the years rolled on, happy with the control I was given. No, I would not submit to the rules they so easily abided by, and I would yet see them all under my paws. For even now, a darkness was threading itself through my blood, my power, and yes, even my mind. It lay dormant most of the time, content to watch and live as I did, but it sent wonderful shivers down my spine when I tapped into its blackness. When I did that, I knew I was not longer a mere child of the Great Gods. I was something better, something stronger, something greater than what they could ever realize...

◇ Normally at the turn of the season I would be holed up in Etherre, sulking and moody as my influence slipped away from nature. But not now, not after everything that had changed. I walked through the desolate grasses of Thessaly, the ground freezing solid beneath my paws, the mist seeming to cling to me as it recognized its creator. A small breeze ruffled my fur in a sweet caress, and the legendary moans and shrieks of the place were carried to my ears. Unlike a mortal might be, I was not afraid of what could possibly haunt the field. Nothing there could harm me, nothing would dare stand up against a God. Especially no spirit, as it would easily sense the darkness rolling through me and its source, preferring to take cover over crossing me. And it was the greatest feeling in this world and the next, to hold influence over everything I touched. I have been called selfish more times than I can remember. While it may be true, I am a greater being than the mortals that speak such words, and their thoughts could not possibly sway my actions.

◇ I looked about me, elegant ears perked forward at a lazy attention. I wondered vaguely why I had chosen this, of all places, to come. Normally it would have been my own lands I went to, if I bothered to leave Etherre at all. That day, though, Illyra alone was not enough to entertain me for long, and the lack of Alpha in the Marea lands just pissed me off to no end. Mortals were all goddamned fools. They were not even competent enough to choose their own leader. A sneer crossed my face, golden eyes flashing with irritation. Not only had I my own problems to worry about, I had to resolve the simplest matters for them. Agitated now, I easily sidestepped a crawling vine, one of the dangers of this place, as it tried to ensnare me in its grasp. I sent out a tendril of my power, glaring at the foolish plant, and it became covered in a layer of rock-hard ice, as it would remain until it suffocated or fried in the sunlight. It was a lucky thing no mortal could be felt in the vicinity; I might have been sorely tempted to do the same to them, if only to let loose some of the power churning within me. It was begging to be released, and sometimes I felt something akin to mortal nausea if I couldn't find an outlet every once in a while. It was not something I was used to, and it made me feel weak despite the fact it was power making me feel that way. Sickness was for mortals, so the nausea was something beyond what I'd experienced. So, if my black power craved death, pain, and sorrow. Who was I to deny it?

◇ For too long now I'd lived constantly side-by-side with my siblings, except for him, the favorite, the one we were not worthy enough to even remember. My anger turned to seething rage, and the frozen vine shattered as I lashed out with my teeth, ivory canines deadly and perfect. I moved on, feeling no better, as if I wanted to kill everything I came across. But no. I'd worked too hard to help create Transmundane, and I would not destroy this place on a simple whim. That would bring my celestial parents crashing down on me, which would be a hindrance not at all needed. My violet- and gold-shaded pelt stuck out blatantly from the long grasses as I moved slowly through them, their stalks chilling at my very presence. It should not be a surprise, really, that I would be so cold as I was the manipulator of ice. I was unyielding, cruel, merciless, and I would want it no other way. I finally stopped my forward progress, head tilting back to gaze at the clouded sky. I closed my eyes, and after a moment, the moisture in the clouds chilled until it began to drop light flakes of snow. If only for a small while, I would enjoy the fruits of my powers. The rest of my troubles could wait.



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