Post by vulcanis on Oct 28, 2007 19:27:24 GMT 1
Name: Vulcanis, Nickname: Vuk
Gender: brute
Age: 4 years
Pack: SnowPack
Rank: Alpha
Description: Vulcanis is a strong, lean wolf, with muscles that ripple beneath his sleek ebony pelt. He is about three feet at the shoulder, a large wolf, and he is always stands in a very proud stance. His left eye is crimson, his right a whitish-yellow. He has a small white mark on his chest, a yellowish-brown tail tip and a yellowish right hindpaw. He has six toes on his right forepaw, and his left hindleg is slightly longer than his right, giving him a jaunty stride. Also, when he sits back on his haunches, a long, pinkish scar is visible from his left hip down his left hindleg to his left hindpaw.
Personality: He is a reckless, temeritous brute, always taking risks. It's what he does. He can't help it. He developed his happy-go-lucky, all-or-nothing view on life from living the first three years of said life in the desert, where his entire family died before his eyes. When alone, he is actually a very somber wolf, often striking out at people who disturb his thoughts. At heart, he is cool and a bit detatched, though he tries to help other wolves with their problems, and is actually a very good politican. Why? Because He doesn't care. He has no personal interest in the matter. Who better to argue a case than a neutral bystander? Unless, of course, it is matter of the pack. Then, he does care. Because the pack is his life, and he loves it. He is fiercly loyal to his pack, esspecially when he has a reason to respect and/or admire the other wolves. But, more importantly, no, most importantly, he never tells a lie. Not once in his life has he told a lie. He simply holds back certain bits of information to turn a situation to his advantage. Despite his cool core, he is compassionate to those in need, and is well versed as a healer.
History: He was born in the desert to a lone female. His father had died in a fight with a small pack of wolves competing for water. Their ( Vuk's family's) well was the only well for miles. The other pack wanted it. So His father fought their males, five o them , alone, as he and his brothers Farris and Ferrin, who were twins, were not yet old enough to enter battle. His mother raised them alone until they were about ten months old. Then she died of exposure and dehydration. From then on, it had been the responsibility of Vuk and his brothers to care for each other and struggle to survive.
And so they did, until they were almost two years old. One day, Vuk went out to hunt snakes and jack rabbits, and Farris went to scrounge for water, leaving Ferrin to defend their shelter, a small dugout, giving protection less against the meager rain their desert recieved, and more from the horrendous sand storms. When they returned, it was to find Ferrin dead, with a small band of coyotes gnawing on his corpse. He had been killed by a rattle snake, and the coyotes were in te right neighborhood at the right time, and recieved a free meal. Or part of one, at least.
Enraged at both the death of their brother and the defilment of his corpse the remaining two tore into the coyote band, screaming and howling in sorrow and righteous rage. They killed, out of five, three of the coyotes, the remaining two running off yowling and yelping with their tails, or what was left of their tails, tucked far up between their legs. Then he and Farris buried their brother, rolling on the ground in his blood pool to recieve one last reminder of his scent, as was the ways of his desert wolf culture, and slept for three days, howling each time they woke.
About a year later, he and Farris decided to leave the desert, finally realizing that attempting to scratch out a life in such a climate was futile. They left ther so very humble home and struck out for a green land where water flowed in abundance. They traveled for months, witnessing many sights and wonders, before finally finding their way to a forest. In this forest, Farris was to meet his demise.
They found an old abandoned badger set and enlarged it to use as a den, brother working along-side brother as they dug into the rich, moist soil. When their work was fially completed, they went out to hunt. However, unfamiliar with their new surroundings and what lived in these new surroundings, this proved to be stupid beyond belief. His brother was mauled by a bear, a gigantic ursa, and he, Vuk, took off in panic, the horrile shrieks of his doomed brother ringing trough his mind as he ran as far as he could before collapsing, unconcious, into a shallow stream. He lay there for two days before he drug his weary body to it's feet and ran on.
Eventually, he found his way to this land. By now, he knew this place as if he had been born in the forest. Every sign, every sgnal, every sound, he knew them all. And he would nevr be caught off gaurd like his brothers had been.
He joined Snowpack, and rose swiftly through the ranks to Alpha.
Siblings: Farris and Ferrin(NPCs and dead)
Parents:
Mother, Fera(NPC and dead)
Father, Toren(NPC and dead)
Gender: brute
Age: 4 years
Pack: SnowPack
Rank: Alpha
Description: Vulcanis is a strong, lean wolf, with muscles that ripple beneath his sleek ebony pelt. He is about three feet at the shoulder, a large wolf, and he is always stands in a very proud stance. His left eye is crimson, his right a whitish-yellow. He has a small white mark on his chest, a yellowish-brown tail tip and a yellowish right hindpaw. He has six toes on his right forepaw, and his left hindleg is slightly longer than his right, giving him a jaunty stride. Also, when he sits back on his haunches, a long, pinkish scar is visible from his left hip down his left hindleg to his left hindpaw.
Personality: He is a reckless, temeritous brute, always taking risks. It's what he does. He can't help it. He developed his happy-go-lucky, all-or-nothing view on life from living the first three years of said life in the desert, where his entire family died before his eyes. When alone, he is actually a very somber wolf, often striking out at people who disturb his thoughts. At heart, he is cool and a bit detatched, though he tries to help other wolves with their problems, and is actually a very good politican. Why? Because He doesn't care. He has no personal interest in the matter. Who better to argue a case than a neutral bystander? Unless, of course, it is matter of the pack. Then, he does care. Because the pack is his life, and he loves it. He is fiercly loyal to his pack, esspecially when he has a reason to respect and/or admire the other wolves. But, more importantly, no, most importantly, he never tells a lie. Not once in his life has he told a lie. He simply holds back certain bits of information to turn a situation to his advantage. Despite his cool core, he is compassionate to those in need, and is well versed as a healer.
History: He was born in the desert to a lone female. His father had died in a fight with a small pack of wolves competing for water. Their ( Vuk's family's) well was the only well for miles. The other pack wanted it. So His father fought their males, five o them , alone, as he and his brothers Farris and Ferrin, who were twins, were not yet old enough to enter battle. His mother raised them alone until they were about ten months old. Then she died of exposure and dehydration. From then on, it had been the responsibility of Vuk and his brothers to care for each other and struggle to survive.
And so they did, until they were almost two years old. One day, Vuk went out to hunt snakes and jack rabbits, and Farris went to scrounge for water, leaving Ferrin to defend their shelter, a small dugout, giving protection less against the meager rain their desert recieved, and more from the horrendous sand storms. When they returned, it was to find Ferrin dead, with a small band of coyotes gnawing on his corpse. He had been killed by a rattle snake, and the coyotes were in te right neighborhood at the right time, and recieved a free meal. Or part of one, at least.
Enraged at both the death of their brother and the defilment of his corpse the remaining two tore into the coyote band, screaming and howling in sorrow and righteous rage. They killed, out of five, three of the coyotes, the remaining two running off yowling and yelping with their tails, or what was left of their tails, tucked far up between their legs. Then he and Farris buried their brother, rolling on the ground in his blood pool to recieve one last reminder of his scent, as was the ways of his desert wolf culture, and slept for three days, howling each time they woke.
About a year later, he and Farris decided to leave the desert, finally realizing that attempting to scratch out a life in such a climate was futile. They left ther so very humble home and struck out for a green land where water flowed in abundance. They traveled for months, witnessing many sights and wonders, before finally finding their way to a forest. In this forest, Farris was to meet his demise.
They found an old abandoned badger set and enlarged it to use as a den, brother working along-side brother as they dug into the rich, moist soil. When their work was fially completed, they went out to hunt. However, unfamiliar with their new surroundings and what lived in these new surroundings, this proved to be stupid beyond belief. His brother was mauled by a bear, a gigantic ursa, and he, Vuk, took off in panic, the horrile shrieks of his doomed brother ringing trough his mind as he ran as far as he could before collapsing, unconcious, into a shallow stream. He lay there for two days before he drug his weary body to it's feet and ran on.
Eventually, he found his way to this land. By now, he knew this place as if he had been born in the forest. Every sign, every sgnal, every sound, he knew them all. And he would nevr be caught off gaurd like his brothers had been.
He joined Snowpack, and rose swiftly through the ranks to Alpha.
Siblings: Farris and Ferrin(NPCs and dead)
Parents:
Mother, Fera(NPC and dead)
Father, Toren(NPC and dead)