Requiem Fatalis - Male - Raekerin

[Requiem [Evie]]

Name: Requiem Fatalis
Nickname(s): Req (depending on the bond)
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Pack: Raekerin
Rank: Wolverine Combatant


Appearance: Requiem is on the larger side for a male wolf, as he stands at 36 inches at the shoulder. However, his body reflects lean muscle rather than bulk, creating a more toned and slender mass atop four lengthy limbs. His appearance gives him the unusual mix of being very agile and speedy, but his mass requires that he not be the quickest wolf around and makes up for it with his strength and stamina. His long limbs allow him to maneuver fairly well during battle or a hunt, but their length also allows him to trip over himself and get in his way if he’s being careless. If sharp claws didn’t accompany his large paws he would have no maneuverability or speedy tactics at all, for they are what keeps him from slipping on the ground.

From his snout to the tip of his tail, his entire physique is coated in a pure snow white; there isn’t a single blemish to taint his colorless pelt. His coat is so white that, during the night under moonlight, it has a faint glow. The texture of his fur lacks that of being fluffy, but instead is more silky, feathery, and light. The kind that could never look greasy no matter what he rolls in or swims through and seems like every strand of his coat longs to be taken away forever by the wind. Though it wraps sleekly around his body and never seems bunched or matted, it’s thicker than it appears. It acts as a shield to his delicate pink skin from the harsh sun, so he doesn’t get a searing sunburn, as well as the frigid winters that would normally freeze a thin-coated creature to death.

Despite his size, his eyes are the most distracting features. His pure white coat may have caused him to be the oddball in the grey litter he was born in, but he was still blessed with his bloodline’s trademark eye color: a deep, alluring royal blue. Deep as the ocean, they constantly have a liquid-like façade. Every time he shifts his focus or dilates his pupils, his blue irises almost seem to swirl around and ripple across the diameter of his eyes. In his past, they have proven to be one of his two physical aspects one concentrates on before he rips out their throat; the other feature is his large, sharpened, blood-lusting teeth.

Last, but not least, is his voice. He can alter and distort the way it escapes his mouth. Naturally it is just a deep, echoing tone with a very faint rough and hoarse sound, like it is stuck in his throat and he’s trying to gently cough it up as he speaks. If he needs to he can sound smooth and gentle, almost comforting. In other situations he can be rather loud and boisterous and demanding, and skeptical and threatening.


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Personality: There have been two major components to sum up Requiem’s past and mold him into the nearly heartless being his is today: bloody carnage and deception -- both of which he is the most comfortable with above all else, and all he’s ever really known. As a pup, he was practically treated as a Spartan in terms of being raised to not let any kind of wounds distract him from ripping out his enemy’s throat; and that’s just the mindset he has no matter what obstacle he encounters. Either he gets through it and lives, or dies trying for the sake of his pride. However, through the years some kind of sense has gotten knocked into his brain and most of it stuck. He maintains the aggressive trait he was born with and developed into, but he is also very rational. He wouldn’t attack another wolf just for the hell of it, or if they infuriate him. If there were to be any attacking done whatsoever, they would have to severely threaten Requiem, and in turn he would be the first to attack.

Regardless of him seeming like the type to attack recklessly, it’s actually the opposite. There are plenty of moments where he will be rash, but usually every course of action he has are planned out to every tiny detail. Every breath he breathes, every step he takes isn’t carried out without an intended course. His intelligence may well be the most dangerous attribute of his and he knows it. He knows how to manipulate others, even though it obviously isn’t successful 100% of the time, but he doesn’t generally end up trying to unless he really wants something from someone else. Although, he does use other wolves frequently due to his severe trust issues. With every month he’s grown, the walls surrounding him grow thicker and so does his deceptive ability. He’s been hurt and backstabbed by too many wolves he, at one point, trusted, and now he trusts nobody.

Sometimes he’ll be caught in a greater mood than usual and will be much easier to talk to and get through to. His favorite time of the day is midnight when there’s not a single cloud in the sky, because he absolutely loves stargazing – it calms his nerves and clears his mind. While he won’t straight up confess all of his secrets and insecurities and the goals he yearns for, he’ll talk. If a wolf wants to gain his trust, they have to really earn it because it’s not something he just hands out, and he takes it more seriously than anything else. Once another has kept his trust, his protection and intense loyalty is something they won’t want to screw up and lose and, if they do end up hurting him in any way, he might end up putting them on his death list.

It’s true that Requiem is on the more threatening side, but his bundle of trust issues isn’t his only fault. He longs to have a special relationship with another wolf, whether it is a best friend type of friendship or a loving mate kind. He tends to have a charming and sarcastic behavior towards other wolves at random, and he doesn’t care if they don’t like it or if they actually do. One could consider calling him a pseudo manwhore, even though he doesn’t really try to rape females or anything, that’s simply how his awkward charming-sarcastic social personality is.


History: (This will, at some point, be rewritten and better..>.>)

All his life, Requiem had been no stranger to bloodshed and betrayal. He grew up with three other siblings -- two of which he loved with his entire being, one he killed himself. He couldn't care less for his parents, for they never showed him any kind of love or interest anyway. His mother was more of the type to raise the pups and teach them to hunt and survive, and then leave them and never speak or see them again. In fact, Requiem hasn't seen or spoken to her since he was a couple months old. His father was the one who stuck around, toughening them up harshly and quickly with words and blood. His intentions were never to help them take pain to survive further, he just enjoyed the taste and feel of his own family's blood on his tongue.

As much of a blood-lusting bastard as he was, the same trait was carried to Requiem's second brother -- only he was five times more psychotic than his father. It got to the point where he had Requiem's sister by the throat because he craved blood and had not tasted it in days, desperate for it. That led to Requiem stepping up to his own brother and murdering him mercilessly so he couldn't spread more blood and aggression any further.

Requiem's other brother was the most level-headed of the litter, and some of it rubbed off on Requiem after a while. Although they were comrades in everything they did, everywhere they went, with their sister tagging along to make the third musketeer, Req soon discovered that it was all a lie. His last two siblings woke him up in the middle of the night with their fangs, their suppressed frustration coming alive on him after all the events they had gone through. Requiem was the strongest, and they found him to be the biggest threat among the trio should he turn on them. Ironically, he's always been the waste of space in the family.

Requiem's last two siblings tried their best to rip him apart, both physically and mentally, turning him into a bloody mess. Though being the largest of the three, he never fell to their attacks and his willpower to live and survive was his most fierce weapon -- mixed with the rage that constantly fueled him.


Roleplay Example: (I'm assuming this can be from any wolf character. I also don't know if the rank I'm applying for requires a roleplay example, but I'll put one anyway lol.)

Lamenting winds carried the foul stench of the swamp past his flaring nostrils as he gracefully strode over the carrion fields of wasted land. Dead warped trees loomed like skeletal fingers, which clawed vehemently towards the sky. They stretched and twisted with silent shrill screams from the murky depths of the water and from the soggy fermented earth that squelched a sickening symphony over his ears as he moved. This place was sickening, disgusting to most, but to him it was just as beautiful as any lily-dotted meadow sprinkled with those devilish flecks of amber sunlight to dye those radiant and rolling hills a grimy gold. The grass here was ripe with old age and the smells of decay loitered in the noxious air, permeating every corner and under every step of this demented fairytale landscape. The creatures that existed here crawled, writhing vivaciously in cloying attempt to simply move from underfoot. They were decrepit beings, disgusting to view and behold - they were no different from him. The sound of his own harshly loud padded footsteps caused him to mentally wince, announcing his presence to this new and alien world without shame or regret.

How many others had treaded here to merely waste away and perish, or be devoured by those prehistoric phantoms that called this hellish place a soft-spoken 'home'? To live here was to constantly struggle like ravenous beasts, void of the spark of intelligence. To live here was like to live back in his own lands, where he used to seek shelter, sought out food, and slept the cold nights away with his twin. Ichiru, the power hungry monster that he was, had always been there by Zero's side even when no one else had been. It had all changed though that one day, that fateful morning when Ichiru had grown tired of Zero's liking to the quiet and when his twin had suggested war, Zero had shot it down. "Excuses for your fear, hm?" The breath curled in smoky luminance in that cold breath of winter tide as it swept the arctic plains. He had snarled, cruel, bewitching in that destructive manner he had inherited from their father. "I always knew you could never back those threats up, it's a good thing that the rest of the pack isn't as smart as me, isn't it, Brother? You would have been long over thrown. Why don't you give me the role of leader?" Manipulation of a merciful soul. "No," Zero's own vocals surprised even his ears as he drew the words out with taxing suspense, each syllable heated with pent anger. Not a possessive clandestine for what he had inherited at his sire's death, merely in outrage that his brother wanted to abuse the title for his own petty greed. "Father said I am ruler on his death bed for a reason." Ichiru had seemed to pick up the meaning, yet those cool glacier blue eyes of his never strayed. "Tell me that reason, Brother. Why do you think you were picked over me? Was it because Father favored you?"

He died. Ichiru had died. It hadn't been instant, or fast. It had been drawn out, painful and filled with intoxicating violence. The hypnotic sway of heat between two sharp tempers had been brought to a rolling broil by words and words alone. It had been the most Zero could ever recall himself saying in all the time he and his twin had been together - which used to be all the time. They had been wholly inseparable. They hunted together, they took care of the pack together, they defended each other from everything and anything, even the bears had fallen away at the two of them side by side when they thought of taking the pack's meals. Then the envious side of Ichiru had began to emerge, taking more than his share of a kill, he always had to come before everyone else then from that moment on. With the intolerable churn in his personality, Zero had yearned to escape his company for seconds if it was possible. It was then that the peaceful times had ended and suddenly, the other wolves were howling at his door. Marauders they had been labeled, the whole lot of the Kiryuu family. Such accusations were certainly not favorable, nor were they accepted under any circumstances, but it didn't stop there. More came from all across the continent and it was then that Zero had noticed he had been receiving a lot of free time away from Ichiru between the recent fights and brawls. The confrontation had not gone well, spitting venomous and atrocious words his twin had once again left. A year passed before he had returned, wounded and injured. A brother could not so easily turn aside the bandit, no matter that he had robbed the small family band of any peace they had once possessed. Besides, Ichiru had not received such a warm welcome, as he had at first perceived. Many of the healers fell away from him, refusing to aid him, refusing to be seen in his presence, even Zero himself had shied away from his company, shunning him.

It was then that his brother had began to encroach his arrogance against Zero like the twisted lines of poison ivy that inched up the fallen branch right in front of the ashen gray wolf's face as he had walked. The rich green leaves suddenly brought him back from his musings and he halted in mid step. Luckily he did, as he was a mere breath away from sinking a foot into the disgusting and murky water beneath him. Instead, he turned to the side, wicked talons scraping against decaying timber as he scaled a fallen tree. The bough was wide enough for him to comfortably sprawl across and idly he felt himself sinking to a more slumped and relaxed position, more carefree. At least it was fairly silent here.



Your name: Call me Evie (:
How did you find us?: Well I used to be on Avidgamers aka Acornrack aka Spleafnet, but the server's basically gone downhill so I googled and found Frostbite on some "Top Wolf Roleplay" list and thought I'd give it a try. Beautiful layout and graphics, btw. :3

Other characters: None

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