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Name:Azure
NickNames:Azu, Warg
Mate:Charlotte
Pups:No
Age:39 Moons (13 wolf years aka WY)
Family: Mother:Never Known-Father: Andi Died 5 WY's ago-Siblings:None
Appearance:Azu is a well built wolf, being a nomad in the northern lands takes it's tole on one's body. His muscles have grown thick and hard from the toil of living in the northern lands. He stands taller then most wolves, and to the lazy eye could appear to have a mane of fur surrounding his upper body. This mane of muscle is part of what earned him the nickname of warg.
Personality:Azu is a kind wolf at heart, even if his ways may seem rough to some. He prefers to talk rather then fight with wolves that approach him, however if they threaten his loved ones he will not hesitate to launch himself into battle. Once the heat of battle seeks into this brute all the kindness that he normally has drains out of him. Azu fades back out of the brute and Warg takes over. Once Warg if released scarce few wolves are able to approach him without feeling his fangs. Only Charlotte has ever done this and lived to tell the tale.
Background: Azu was born in the unforgiving lands of the north. His father, Andi, was the only family he knew for most of his life. They shared a bittersweet relationship through out Azu's life. His father pressed Azu to work since he was of young age. Pointless tasks really, pulling a log, branch, or whatnot behind them as they travelled. Azu could never understand why it was that his father was doing this. He had thought at the time that his father bore some ill will to him, none the less he did these tasks. By his 18th moon he realized the logic in his father's tasks. It was at the time the two were traveling by a wolf pack, he looked upon the wolves and realized just how much larger he was then they. Few neared his size, and those that did were built more of fat then they were of muscle. He took a knew respect for his father then. They continued to travel with one another for 6 more moons. Azu's father had been resting at the time, and Azu was out hunting. A cannibalistic pack of canines beset themselves upon Andi while Azu was away. When Azu returned he found his father near death. Azu tried his hand at medical pretexts to attempt to save his father, but to no avail. His father was too far gone, and he knew too little of the practice. From then on he took it upon himself to teach himself in the ways of medical practices. He helped many faes and brutes in his pursuit for knowledge, after he had grown adept he picked up a satchel which he now fills with various herbs he finds. Shortly after his 36th name day he found Charlotte near to death. Normally he would have passed her by, she was too far gone and saving her would be near impossible. But he caught the scent of the mutts that killed his father on her, he could not bring himself to let another die from the pack he called the Illr (meaning evil in norse). So he did attempt to save her, at first it was a simple relationship shared between them, that of doctor and patient. But after the fae healed they took to traveling together. For a time they lived in the norse lands that the two had been raised in. Until Char's son, Zero, grew enraged at his mother when she sided with another pack. The pack was little help to her, mearly acting as a shield of wolves to detour her son from attacking her. Azu and the fae ran off, to find a land that Zero could not reach them at. They holed up in a cave, thinking they were safe. However they were followed by Zero's pack. So the two wolves ran deeper into the cave until they lost the wolves. The two became hopelessly lost, but they pressed on in desperation. Until at last they came out of the cave, they came into a valley that seemed long forgotten. The land was fertile, and game a plenty. The two thought they had found a paradise, so they decided that this would be there home, their land. Their joy would not be that for long, for this 'paradise' was also shared by the Illr. Azu and Char refused to leave. They would not give up what they found, especially not to them. So they faught with the Illr. it was a gorilla war, two wolves against a pack of savages. But the two learned to fight in this style, attacking them where they could and retreating. The Illr's mutts were not strong, not on their own. Scarce few of them posed much of a challenge for the two, it was only the Illr's wolves that they had to fear. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Valdyr
NickNames:Vally, Val, Vald
Gender:Male
S/O:Heterosexual
Mate:None
Family:None (That he knows of.)
Pups:None
Age:16 (Wolf Years)
Appearance: Val is a dark wolf, with blood red eyes. His claws are black,
with hints of red from past kills. His fur is long, and flowing. His body is
littered with scars from past battles, but most of them are hidden under
his dark coat. His tail is black, but towards the tip it is white. His ears are
ripped, and torn from past battles, or so he assumes. (Screen shot will come soon)
Personality:Val is a brave wolf, he never backs down from a fight even if
he knows it would mean his life. He loves the heat of battle, and to hunt.
He can show compassion, but rarely will do so. When he does though
it is generally toward those close to him, or to those that he feels a
debt is owed.
Story: Val awoke on Ember Island's banks a month ago. Some might say
was born on that shore, for that is his oldest memory. He awoke knowing
only a name, his name, Valdyr. He knew not how, or why, he was on this,
island, but he knew he could not leave it. One thing he quickly learned was
he has a capacity to kill. He hunts often, but rarely to quench his hunger,
he hunts for sport most times. He knows not how, but he knows that battle,
is one of the few things he is good at, one of the things he lives for. Though
he is not always aggressive toward others, he is never afraid to bare fang
against another. He tries to suppress his, urges, to kill by taking the lives of
other creatures beside his own kin, some times to avail, some times not. He
has always had a disliking for those tamed by the humans, as well as a
disliking for the humans. He does not often remember his past, but when he
does it's jumbled, and makes his head ache. Often sending him sprawling on
the ground.
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Feels good to be posting again, well this is the Hunt, and I'm sorry I havn't been posting chars for a bit, I've been dealing with school, life, ect ect (as well as a few RPs ^^) Anyway, this guy is my first amnesiac that I've tried to RP as. I ended up making him because I found a beautiful public map called Ember Island
http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=Ember+Island+Feral+Heart#/d5khtdu which you can download at the link provided. And fyi, as I've had plenty of people fumble with the instillation put the exports folder in the main folder and the rest in media. (It'll make sense once you download it.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Fenik
Family:None Living
Age:5 years
Mate:None
Crush:None
Pack:Benevolent Wolf Pack
Rank: Fighter II
Story:Fenik was born in a pack known as the Tomok.
They were a proud warrior like pack, and constantly
searched for enemies. Many packs fell before their
might before one prevailed, the Gorn, a pack of vile
cannibalistic wolves. Fenik joined his pack's warriors
when he was two years of age, at the time when they
were fighting the Gorn. He soon became appalled by
their likes, the likes of cannibals, as most of his brethren
were killed, and eaten alive before him. He fought for his
birth pack for two long years against the Gorn, but
eventually they overran his birth pack, causing those
remaining to flee. For a year Fenik made do on his own,
his time in battle helped him immensely in surviving, he
learned many skills beside warfare in the war with the
Gorn, he also learned a variety of survival skills, which he
put to good use when he traveled as a loner. Eventually
though he found a pack he grew to respect, and he joined
their ranks as one of their fighters. Since then he has been
fighting for the Benevolent Wolf Pack. He has chosen to
make their pack his new home, his new kin. He would happily
lay down his life for them if he felt it better aided their cause.
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Name:Karazule
Nicknames:Kar, Karan
Hated Nicknames:Karrie Kara, Zulee, KarKar
Age:50
Former Name:Ticky
Race:Demon
Rank Classification:Imp
Sex:Male
S\O:Heterosexual (Straight)
Personality:Spiteful, vile, sadistic, sinister, are all very reasonably things to call this little imp. He cares little for others, and will gladly take your head if it benefits him. He is very devious, and in one moment can seem perfectly happy with you, portraying no intentions of turning on you, but snapping at you in an instant. He holds many grudges, and is not quick to forgive, though he can appear to be so, if he thinks it will help him. However when he is doing so he is merely biding his time... waiting for the right moment to attack, to get his revenge. He hates seeing happy pairs, and will do his best to torment them, taking sadistic joy in watching them break apart.
Story:Kar was once mortal, at the time he was a fox. He had lived a simple life, known then as Ticky. He had made his home in a abandoned shrine. He lived a content life, a happy life. He was a kind hearted fox at the time, though he could be rash at times. Young, only a year old. His life changed in one morning, as he was plunged into a battle he had no business being a part of. A young vixen was running from and angered wolf, she had apparently been caught hunting in it's pack's lands. She ran into Ticky's den, tripping over the fox, and waking him. He snapped at her, not being a morning person... or enjoying being crushed while asleep. The fae had run out of the den, frightened by the fox, not thinking the den had residence. She was beset upon by the brute in her blind fear. Ticky debated for a moment, and then attacked the brute, knowing better then to think he could kill the beast, however he hoped to distract it long enough for the vixen to flee. The vixen ran away initially, however as Ticky was leading the wolf away from his den, the vixen apparently felt some sort of guilt, what it was that drew her back the fox did not know. However he remembered seeing the wolf's jaws slam shut on the vixen's throat, Ticky had seen a large, scab of some sorts around the brute's neck, and lunged for it, causing the brute to release the vixen, who limped off. He clamped his jaws shut, tearing at the weakened skin, reopening the wound, and widening it. The brute tried desperately to get the fox off, but was unable to, it's struggling only helping Ticky to tear at the brute's neck, until the warm blood came pouring into Ticky's mouth from the brute's severed jugular. After the brute had fallen limp, Ticky went over to the vixen, and brought her back to his den, working quickly to seal the wounds, and stop the bleeding. The vixen had lost much blood, and was bleeding out over the leaves inside the den that the fox used for bedding. She died as he rushed about, trying desperately to save her, however he did not succeed, and the vixen died in his grasps. He stood there, replying the scene as he held the vixen, unsure what to do then. He slowly began to drag her corpse out of his den, to bury her, thinking he could at least do that, seeing as he failed to save her. He dug a hole beside his den, and placed the vixen's body inside it, a force he could not comprehend at the time slammed him to the ground, scaring the daylights out of him, he snarled and lunged at the air... however nothing he could see as there. The vixen had returned, as a ghost... enraged at Ticky for failing in his task, she attacked the brute, muttering low curses that carried in the wind. In her anger she struck the fox dead... As Ticky replayed the short day over in his head he began to regret helping the vixen, seeing as if he had not he would not be dead, a hatred for her began to well inside him. A hatred that grew, and morphed him. Thoughts of revenge, of watching the vixen suffer welled inside him. His master, one of the cerberus of the underworld found this anger, and brought the brute back, as a demon, one of his minions. It was then Ticky was cast aside, and made room for Karazule. Who, though low in stature at the moment, is working hard at cementing his stature in the underworld, his devious mind knowing what connections to form, and who to stab in the back later on. Throughout all the pain, and torture that he went though, 'rehabilitation' the demons called it, the hatred for the vixen grew, and his thoughts of revenge with them.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Name:Fino
Name Meaning: Burning One
Name Origin:Greek
Species:Piras Leon (Fire Lion in English)
Mate:None (can't stand the heat ;P)
Cubs:None
Element:Fire
Age:4,000 years
Personality: Fino takes being hot headed to a whole new level with his fiery aspect. He is rather arrogant, and loves to tease people. He also loves burning things, living or other wise. He is also one of the smartest lions you will find, he thinks far more like a human then he does a lion. He loves fire, however water does not phase him either. Though he dislikes it it does not hurt him, he mearly can't use his powers while submerged in it. But don't be fooled, you may be able to disable his usage of fire, but you'll still have a huge lion, with a brain to match his size angry at you. The only thing is now, you have a huge lion that's enraged.
Story: Fino was brought into this word as all lions were, he was born into a pride. His pride was not too diffrent from any other, other then one aspect. They were growing far larger then most lions, and smarter. They had no use for numbers or literature, however they did manage to figure out how to use human forges. So it was because of this that Hephaistos decided that if he were to take a lion as a pet it would be from his pride. So the god came down from Olympus and spoke to the lions in their tongue. He offered to make one of them immortal, and to bring it to the heavens with him. Now as these lions had been smarter then most they disscussed this among themselves, and asked him what they would have to do. The god said that they would have to forge him a crown. The lions laughed, for that was such a simple task. So they set to work, yet each one of their crowns were rejected by the god. Until eventually Fino created a crown for the god. Unlike all his kin's crowns though it was not simply a crown, he had worked a few simple mechanisms into it, the god smiled for this was as he wanted. So he took the lion with him to Olympus. It was there that Fino began his work for the god, he was not assigned difficult tasks, not for a lion at least, and certainly not for an immortal lion. The god would send his pet into Erebus on many occasions to fetch things for him, and gradually because of this his pelt began to catch a flame. After many millenia of this his pelt was no longer simply that of a lion, and the god decided that he would not be classified as such. So it was decided that he would be known as a Piras Leon. Yet another millenia passed and slowly the Greek gods fell from the humans favor. No longer could they survive, as they were no longer worshiped, so as all the other gods did Hephaistos died. However not being as old a entity as he was, and not requiring as much favor as his master Fino survived. He returned back to earth, but no longer was he simply a lion of immense size and knowledge. He was a lion of immense size, knowledge, and power. He found that unlike in the heavens he could set things on fire, as well as the world's creatures. So for a a few decades he did this rather often, until finaly he learned to contol his power on earth and he became less vicious. He learned to control his fire enough so that he could be touched without burning any who decided to touch him. Since he manged to learn to control his power he has been looking for a pride of lions that he feels he could enjoy the company of. Though he knows not pride could be like his pride of old he still searches, for one.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hey everyone, seeing as this is my 50th post i decided that I would make something special, and new. So I decided to mix some Greek mythology with thoughts of my own, resulting in Fino.