Name: Nobuu (Originally nammed Vertim)
Species: Darther wolf
Age: 145 years
Size: 4' 7"
Weight" 145lbs
Story:
Vertim, was born in a very small family. It hit with many days of bad luck, despite how happy and content they were with their lives. His mother, Marystride, had 4 pups, only to have three of them pass due to complications. But, besides this, there was something else that made Nobuu special besides his strength when he was a mere infant....his fur pattern. Though it was said that blanks and few with the marks under their sight, were said to be the most precious...his fur pattern was the first in his kind. For almost 300 years...
Which..led to alot of questions. In the past, there was a great wolf named Merrik. He lead them through the worse flurries of the first great blizzards many years ago. His fur was the spitting image of that wolf, and the only thing that held Nobuu different to Merrik, was his eyes. So, in growing, he was trained more harshly, given less to eat, he was treated as he was what he looked like...and his mother and father both felt the growing suspicion the more Nobuu was being trained with the other pups.
And soon, one finally asked the mother if she had bedded with Merrik before he had passed? Which, seemed utterly ridiculous! The two barked and jeered all whom came to ask such a question. The wolf had been dead from more than 300 years, and everyone knew that the litters in a female's womb only took 5 months to be made and ready for their birth....but...even with this...why did Nobuu come out to be looking just like him? And even worse, when time moved on...why did he grow to be one of the largest wolves ANYONE had ever seen? Like Merrik was...but only this time Nobuu was actually larger, ran faster, hunted far better, and was far wiser?
Some came to say he was a reincarnation, many other still said that Marystride bedded with the other after 300 years. But it left a large impression in Nobuu's life. For though he wanted to live his own life, he was set on a path at birth, and he was not able to run away from it. No matter how hard he tried, many looked to him for guidance, even when he was unsure. But in some way it always managed to come out alright...his decisions able to prevent the worst cases, most of them a simple guess. But, rather than it making him proud of whom he was...it made him a little dark....and hateful....
He hated the way he was treated...though, many would love to be held up so high. He felt cheated, and he was raged to the point that he once did snap. It was during a hunting trip that he was once again asked to lead. His hunting record was astounding, and had been known to bring back meat of great abundance...but this one...this one trip was to be different.
He left with a party of 7, and yes all 7 came back. But...with a very different prize....which lead to his fury filled moment. Like Merrik, he was born with some that resembled what they called...The Eyes of Fire. Or simply named...'Fury'.
But his, at this time was not controlled...and during the hunt, he was called Merrik...instead of his name...on more than one occasion. ANd it lead to him almost doing a genocide. Everyone of the Darther kind, knew of how life was to work...how everything falls in line and in circle with one another...he took it to the extreme. He bringing back...heads....but not the bodies. His eyes still blaring blue and purple as it lifted from his eyes like smoke.
For days....his eyes were like this. HIs gaze known to make even the elders whom tried to speak to him, freeze...and to leave as they were feeling threatened. His eyes...the thing that even caused demons to hesitate before taking an action. Which, also lead to his name from Vertim....to Nobuu...
The holder of hell...
Days went to weeks....weeks...to a month...than to 2. And on the end of the third month, his eyes finally did come back, but...they no longer the same color of brown when he was born. They turned blue.....Merrik's original eye color...
In this in his knowledge...he secluded himself. He digging his own home miles away from his tribe. Though they all still cared and loved him...most of them loved him with a passion...FAR more now for whom he now sickly resembled....they...feared him. His loving nature, his happy, joyful, caring being...just...left him. Almost over night.
Then One day...his mother and father went to see him...only to find it had been abandoned...and Naboo no where in sight...and since that day...had not returned...
Personality: He now, is a usually dark individual, and almost trust no one. But that does not mean he wont help nor speak. It takes a little work...and some very clever open ended questions...He...does have one thing though...despite how much he hates it...he has a small soft spot for pups. Due to his past, he had been very protective of lost or abandoned cubs,pups, and at times prey infants and things like them...he is a walking time bomb however....the name Merrik...one of the matches for the fuse.
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Darther wolf Species
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