Post by Dark Divine Evil on Aug 24, 2007 16:55:24 GMT -5
Brand Me:
Name: Divine Dark Evil
Nickname: The Terror of Death, Dark
Age: 3 years
Birthday: Oct. 31
Gender: Female
Species: British Columbian Wolf
Pack: -none yet-
Pack Rank: -none yet-
Allience: Neutral as of now
Friends: -none yet-
Family: all dead
Mate: -none yet-
Pups: -none yet-
Curse Me:
THIS IS MY CHARACTER DRAWN IN WOLF'S RAIN STYLE.
Height on all Fours: 3.5ft
Height on Hind Legs: 7ft
Length nose to Tail: 7.5ft
Head Length: 1ft
Body Length: 4ft
Tail Length: 2.5 feet
Weight: 120 lbs
Claw Size: 2in
Fang Size: 2in
Eye Color: Blood red
Fur Color: Liquid Mercury Silver with death abyss black mane and death abyss black tipped ears and tail.
Markings/Scars:
A jagged dagger shaped scar is set on the left side of her face..running down at a 45% angle across her entire left cheek. There's also a rather odd birth-marking scar she has. It's on the under-side of her left wrist..and a half an inch long..an inch and a half down from where the wrist bends. It's a bright white color..set right next to a vein.
There's a giant scar that runs down the entire length of her spine. It starts at the back of her neck..right at the area where your spine conects into the back of your skull..and runs down the back of her neck..all the way down the center of her spine..ending right at her tail-bone. The scar is an even paler color than her skin..almost white. It's not a thin little line..nor a broad slash..but a scar caused by a specail type of sword. The sword that caused this wound had a custum edge. It was like a razor..with a seraded edge to saw and slice through bone more easily.
There a six scars..three on Dark's left side..and right side..that come off off the scar on her back..and wrap around her sides and stop about three inches in on her chest area. They look alot like ribs..and are set over three of her real ribs. These scars are also whitish in color..and were caused by the same sword. They're about 3/4 of an inch from one side to the other.
And lastly is the rather 'whip' of 'vine-like' scar that wrapps around her whole body!
It starts about an inch above the base of her right wing..(that would be at the shoulder-blade) and comes up over her right shoulder. Cuts down across her chest at a 40% angle. The scar crosses over around her left side..going through the rib-like scars on her side. Wrapps around..down her back..comes around her right side again at around the middle of her stomach..goes arcoss and down her left side..crossing around her back once more..falling down onto her lower-stomach..slightly below her navel..and ending on her left hip. The area that the scar cross over is below her navel. This scar is also around 1/2 of an inch wide..and also a whitish color.
Indepth Physical desciprtion:
Her eyes are rather strange. When you first look at her, her eyes are a pale mercury silver..with a ring of liquid crimson around the pupils. But when Dark becomes enraged..her eyes turn a liquid/metallic crimson..and her pupils contral to slits,like a cats. The exspression of her eyes is either cold and merciless..with a blood-lusting glint in them. Or comeplete void of any emotion what so ever. It often appeares as though a thousand devils are dancing in her eyes..with the light of Hell's Fire roaring behind them. Many have stared into those unforgiving eyes..hypontized..paralized. lost in those endless abyssal pools of pain and darkness.
A jagged dagger shaped scar is set on the left side of her face..running down at a 45% angle across her entire left cheek. There's also a rather odd birth-marking scar she has. It's on the under-side of her left wrist..and a half an inch long..an inch and a half down from where the wrist bends. It's a bright white color..set right next to a vein. On her right lower front leg and the hip of her right back legs are some old scares from a great battle. Even though she earned these scares from the claws of a great grizzly many years ago, the wounds still appear bright red, as if they were brand new. Its said that a wound made by emotions will last much longer than one without. No one knows why the bear might have hated her so much to scar her so deeply.
There's a giant scar that runs down the entire length of her spine. It starts at the back of her neck..right at the area where your spine conects into the back of your skull..and runs down the back of her neck..all the way down the center of her spine..ending right at her tail-bone. The scar is an even paler color than her skin..almost white. It's not a thin little line..nor a broad slash..but a scar caused by a specail type of sword. The sword that caused this wound had a custum edge. It was like a razor..with a seraded edge to saw and slice through bone more easily.
There a six scars..three on Dark's left side..and right side..that come off off the scar on her back..and wrap around her sides and stop about three inches in on her chest area. They look alot like ribs..and are set over three of her real ribs. These scars are also whitish in color..and were caused by the same sword. They're about 3/4 of an inch from one side to the other.
And lastly is the rather 'whip' of 'vine-like' scar that wrapps around her whole body!
It starts about an inch above the base of her right wing..(that would be at the shoulder-blade) and comes up over her right shoulder. Cuts down across her chest at a 40% angle. The scar crosses over around her left side..going through the rib-like scars on her side. Wrapps around..down her back..comes around her right side again at around the middle of her stomach..goes arcoss and down her left side..crossing around her back once more..falling down onto her lower-stomach..slightly below her navel..and ending on her left hip. The area that the scar cross over is below her navel. This scar is also around 1/2 of an inch wide..and also a whitish color.
Dark has very unusal coloring for a wolf. Her entire body is a liquid metalic mercury silver! It shimmers and dances under the light of the sun and moon. It ripples like moving water. Its as if the moon itself was born forth from her majestic coat. You can see each of her flowing muscles under her thick yet beautiful fur. It's truely amazing! But her mane, all the fur around her neck, shoulder-blades, throat, and chest, is solid black. But not just any black. It's a liquid death abyss black! The color of death, the color of eternal hell. Neither the light of the sun, nor the moon and stars will grace her. It's as if the light just falls right off her mane. It's an eternal whirlpool of swirling darkness. The same could be said for her wings as well! Her ears and tail are tipped with the same death abyss black.
But her claws aren't the only thing thats frightening. With massive jaws, she can exert 1,500 pounds of bite per square inch of her jaws! Her canines are some of the biggest of all wolven kind! Measuring in at 2in in length! And with 2 inch long claws, she is lethal!
As a canine, she was born with heavy muscle made of slow-twitch fiber. This allows her to store more energy and thus gives her a longer endurance period. She is swift on her feet and can turn on a dime, but she also has cat-like reflexis. This allows her to swerve and turn on a dime while running and also allows her to be much more mobile and flexible. Not since she was a pup has been rolled by an enemy. But she can hit a top running speed of 45 mph but she often runs around 22 mph to preserve more energy. But she can run for a total distance of 12 miles at this speed because of her slow-twitch muscle fibers!
Double jointed, she able to perform some truely amazing acrobatics. But this means her endurance rate as far as injury goes in much lower. Being more limber actually weakens the joints. Thus allowing them to slip out of place more easily or develope crippling arthritis early on. With the added fact of her bones being hollow, this means they can be broken easier, and it also means it takes them longer to heal.
Because she often pushes herself beyond her limits and dude to the added fact of her numours scars and such, she can't stay in a fight as long as she use to. She can only fight for a max of twenty minutes before she'll collapse. But that not all. Her right eye is weak when it comes to distance. Her binocular vision is perfectly fine, and the vision as far as distance and close up goes in the left eye, she's fine. Her vision in her right eye when it comes tot hings close up, is perfectly fine. But the distance in her right eye is really bad. She can see shapes and colors, but she can't see any details or anything of the sort and she can't judge distances too well. When it comes to her right eye, she's almost blind in it! So approching her on her right side is rather foolish. She'll tend to spin around and snap at you for coming up on her blind spot. It makes her feel un-easy and uncomfortable. She doesn't want anyone finding out about this weakness. She her agression rate is higher.
Her size comes from the fact that she is a British Columbian Wolf, the largest species of wolves alive today. And a rare mutation caused by the tainted water that runs from Wolfsbane fortress where she lived for a rather long time.
Dark is built to capitalize in all three areas of strength, speed, and endurance. She has long legs with powerful muscles. Her frame is light and lean, like a cheetah's body. Her body is long and aerodynamic allowing for very long strides and jumps. This way she can capitalize on her speed. She has a big heart and lungs to supply her with plenty of oxygen. Her muscles are like steel and store a whole LOT of energy. The muscles also carry a huge amount of strength allowing her to fight to the fullest in a fight. Her frame is also very limber and flexible. Meanings she's very agile. Dark can stay on her feet like a cat, and dodge and swerve like mad. Her speed breath taking. She's a lean, highly muscled, great endurance rate, speed demon.
Many people say she looks rather lanky..and her frame is bony and lacks mucles mass. But it's there. You just can't tell until she begins to unleash her full potental. It's one of the way Dark can keep her opponest guessing about her ablities. Her collar bone shows greatly..and sticks out slightly. Her arms are very thin..and when she breaths or stretches..you can cleary see all her ribbs. And if you run your finger down the length of her spine, you can easily feel every single little groove and nook of the bones. Her hips show and her pelvis is rather lacking in the fat department..meaning it looks as though she just has a layer of skin and springy mucles stretched too tightly over the bones.
My Insanity:
Preference: Straight
Personality:
Very quick witted, an intelligent thinking in all aspects. fierce, friary, bullheaded, hot headed, hot blooded, with an easily flaming temper. She is loyal once she learns to trust someone. But earning her trust can take a long time. For Dark is very careful when it comes to choosing her friends. She chooses them very carefully. Sometimes she can be quick to judge others, and can be quick to snap. Always ready to defend herself, or attack. She rarely allows herself to open up her mind and heart to others. She likes to keep to her self, and she has a very high rate of independence, she never lets other push her around. Sometimes, Dark can be unforgiving and cold. And she loves to fight.
Dark also has some..well..slight issues you could say. She's got a split personality thats completely insane. She always seems to be anger and fast to get even angerier. So it's best to keep her on a short leash. It's best if you don't prod at her too much and give her, her space when she needs it..other wise you'll be in for a rather nasty suprise..and you really don't want to get on her bad side.
Because of her brutal past..Dark is..she's just plain INSANE!!!!! Trusting hardly anyone, Dark will kill you as soon as look at you. She doesn't care who you are..if you tick her off or get in her way..you're dead meat. Dark is as blood-thirsty as they come. Extremely violent and Dark..you never know when she's going to snap. Her rage seems never ending. She's cold and merciless, cold to death..and cold to life. she seems to hate everything, and she's vengeful as well. She hardly talks..and when she does..she never beats around the bush..she tells you what she thinks straight up.
Love, Dark learned..can hurt much deeper than any flesh wound. She knows what it's like to have her mind shattered..her heart bleeding..and her soul screaming. So she usually shows no other emotions than anger..and aggression.
Dark is no follower! she is a leader and nothing else! It's either her way or the high-way! Sh strict, and demanding, and even a little ruthless. But all she wants is what's best for herself and for her clan. She lost her clan once, and she doesn't want to see it happen again! Very protective and illusive by nature, she says no more than waht needs to be said. she is one who truely believes that actions speak louder than words. She is willing to forgive, and is willing to give others a second chance, but if they mess up again, they will be in for on hell of a nasty suprise! If you betray her, you'd best watch out! She will hunt you down to the ends of the earth, and make you pay the most horrible price for what you've done!
Quirks: She has a rather nasty sweet tooth for the blood and flesh of humans. This has gotten her into some trouble before, hence all the wounds all over her body.
Strengths: Her speed, strength, stanima and smarts in battle.
Weaknesses: Bloodlust, her split personality. And her weaker joints. she can be reckless at times.
Likes: Blood, fighting, exploring, hunting.
Dislikes: Humans.
Fears: Fear itself
Goals/Ambitions: To become the strongest warrior possible!
Label Me:
History:
Her history is in first person point of view.
I was born 3 years ago in the mist moores of Great Britian. The wolves had just started coming back together..forming small packs. I was born to Kyo..my mother..who was the alpha female..and one of the greatest hunters of her time. And my father's name was Shane..and he was of course the alpha male. My father was well known..and held with very high respect not just by our pack..but by the other wolves that lived in Europe as well. There was a reason why they called him The Demon of the West. He was the most powerful wolf in all of western Europe.
Now..you would think I had a rather happy life as a hatchling. It was not so. My two brothers and sister were all born nromal sized and normal colored for a British Columbian Wolf. But I wasn't. I was the last to be born..and I was nearly double to size of my siblings. They only weighed two pounds each where as I weighed four pounds. My body was also completely different from their's. They were all a mix of black, grey, cream, white, and silver...just like our parents. But me...I was liquid mercury silver. And my mane was death abyss black. My ears and tail were tipped death abyss black as well!
But the strangest thing about me..were my eyes. Most new born wolves won't open their eyes until at least two weeks of age. And most wolves are born deaf as well. I wasn't. A few hours after being born..I opened my eyes..and only an hour after being born..I could ear perfectly. My mother was actually slightly frightened of me at first.
And that was mainely because of my eyes. My eyes were a vivd silver, with a crimsion outlining. Many of my packmate were afraid of me because of my eyes. My mother thought I was born blind..but I wasn't. But my father actually took pride in my strange appearence and abilities. He trained me night and day for the first year of my life to take over his position as...The Demon of the West. And believe me..the training he put me through was living hell.
I rather enjoyed killing too much for my own good when on hunts. And my pack mates completely shunned me and wouldn't allow me to join in on their games...and my father said I was too strong and too large to play with them. I was forbiddion to play with them. I was then completely seperated from my pack mates and made to train for insanely long periods of time. It was test after test after test! But I learned to push all those weaknesses aside.
I can go two weeks without eating..I can go for three days straight without sleep. I can run for 12 miles without slowing, or stopping at all. I can kill my prey in completely silence.
Soon..my pack begane to turn on me..they casted me ice cold glares..denying me the right to even live. They wouldn't talk to me and would raise their lips and snarl at me..even attack me when they passed by me. They refused to let me join them on hunting trips and would keep me away from the kill. And when I made my own kills they would all gang up on me and steal my food. I was made to live on the boarderlines of the pack terratory. And rouge wolves..wolves from other packs would constantly attack me and shun me..hate me..and spit on me. I didn't fight back..knowing my father would be furious with me.
It was then I realized what had happened. My father was merely using me. He was in the conquest for more land and more power. And he had trained me to be a mere killing machine. Thats all I knew how to do..was to kill. I was never taught anything else. He didn't love me...I was just a tool for him. And he covered the whole thing up with pretty and fancy words. Such as Ninja or Shinobi. I heard talk amung humans once..saying that ninja and shinobi were nothing more than tools used by their nation for war and protection..and would be tossed aside like useless junk when they could no longer fight her were no longer needed.
I was livid..I was outraged. I was not going to let my father do this to me! I set off back to the packs main den with a feirce intent of confronting my father. But on the way back..I noticed one of my friends. He was the son of the omega who had been force bred by a rouge dragon. He had a life much like mine..accepted he was just plain rejected. He was corned by a pack of rouge dragons..about my age. I knew what he was going through. So I went over to help him out.
Right before a fight broke out..my father appeared. He said he had no more use for me..and tried to kill me! I barely managed to escape, I was left with the scar over my eye, across my face..and on my muzzle. For years I hid out in a remote moutnain side, then finally, about ten years ago..I went back and challenged my father. He had grown old and weak, while I had grown tall and strong. I killed him right infront of the entire pack, and left his corpes to the ravens. For the past two years I've been drifting from place to place..strengthing my fighting skills and eventually wandering to new lands.
I came across humans. They hated and despised me. Once, I became caught in one of their trapps. As the human approched me, his fire stick raised as he tried to do me in, I crouched and dodged the shot slightly, though it grazed my shoulder. I would leap upon the human and sink my fangs into his soft under throat. Spilling his hot blood across the ground. I remember like it was yesterday. I remember the taste of the human's blood on my tongue. Sweet yet bitter. Hot and boiling. I would watch as the light would elave his eyes and it would return to my own. It was then, I gained my addiction to human blood and flesh. They were easy to hunt when they were alone in the wild, unfamilar with the ways of the wilderness.
Soon, I began to hunt humans rather then the normal prey of a wolf. And it was this, that got me in trouble. I was so desperate for blood that I snuck into one of the human's camps and ended up getting caught. they used a strange weapon, a piece of long iron that was sharp and hot. They cut into my skin, determined to make me suffer. They cut me and sliced me on my back, my sides, my face, and all round my body. I would wrestle, growling and snarling, trying to break free of the bonds that so held me. As the human would come to sever my head from my body, I would move in time so that his weapon would slice threw my bonds and not me. I was free. Broken and bleeding, I would fight back, biting the strange weapon only to injure myself even further. But I would make dead sure I killed those two humans before leaving!
I escaped, eluding death as I traveled deep into the forest to heal my wounds. It's been a few months since that day, and finally my wounds are healed, but scars still remain. I search fruitlessly for a pack that would accept one such as myself. Or am I forever damned to roam these lands as a shadow?
Name: Divine Dark Evil
Nickname: The Terror of Death, Dark
Age: 3 years
Birthday: Oct. 31
Gender: Female
Species: British Columbian Wolf
Pack: -none yet-
Pack Rank: -none yet-
Allience: Neutral as of now
Friends: -none yet-
Family: all dead
Mate: -none yet-
Pups: -none yet-
Curse Me:
THIS IS MY CHARACTER DRAWN IN WOLF'S RAIN STYLE.
Height on all Fours: 3.5ft
Height on Hind Legs: 7ft
Length nose to Tail: 7.5ft
Head Length: 1ft
Body Length: 4ft
Tail Length: 2.5 feet
Weight: 120 lbs
Claw Size: 2in
Fang Size: 2in
Eye Color: Blood red
Fur Color: Liquid Mercury Silver with death abyss black mane and death abyss black tipped ears and tail.
Markings/Scars:
A jagged dagger shaped scar is set on the left side of her face..running down at a 45% angle across her entire left cheek. There's also a rather odd birth-marking scar she has. It's on the under-side of her left wrist..and a half an inch long..an inch and a half down from where the wrist bends. It's a bright white color..set right next to a vein.
There's a giant scar that runs down the entire length of her spine. It starts at the back of her neck..right at the area where your spine conects into the back of your skull..and runs down the back of her neck..all the way down the center of her spine..ending right at her tail-bone. The scar is an even paler color than her skin..almost white. It's not a thin little line..nor a broad slash..but a scar caused by a specail type of sword. The sword that caused this wound had a custum edge. It was like a razor..with a seraded edge to saw and slice through bone more easily.
There a six scars..three on Dark's left side..and right side..that come off off the scar on her back..and wrap around her sides and stop about three inches in on her chest area. They look alot like ribs..and are set over three of her real ribs. These scars are also whitish in color..and were caused by the same sword. They're about 3/4 of an inch from one side to the other.
And lastly is the rather 'whip' of 'vine-like' scar that wrapps around her whole body!
It starts about an inch above the base of her right wing..(that would be at the shoulder-blade) and comes up over her right shoulder. Cuts down across her chest at a 40% angle. The scar crosses over around her left side..going through the rib-like scars on her side. Wrapps around..down her back..comes around her right side again at around the middle of her stomach..goes arcoss and down her left side..crossing around her back once more..falling down onto her lower-stomach..slightly below her navel..and ending on her left hip. The area that the scar cross over is below her navel. This scar is also around 1/2 of an inch wide..and also a whitish color.
Indepth Physical desciprtion:
Her eyes are rather strange. When you first look at her, her eyes are a pale mercury silver..with a ring of liquid crimson around the pupils. But when Dark becomes enraged..her eyes turn a liquid/metallic crimson..and her pupils contral to slits,like a cats. The exspression of her eyes is either cold and merciless..with a blood-lusting glint in them. Or comeplete void of any emotion what so ever. It often appeares as though a thousand devils are dancing in her eyes..with the light of Hell's Fire roaring behind them. Many have stared into those unforgiving eyes..hypontized..paralized. lost in those endless abyssal pools of pain and darkness.
A jagged dagger shaped scar is set on the left side of her face..running down at a 45% angle across her entire left cheek. There's also a rather odd birth-marking scar she has. It's on the under-side of her left wrist..and a half an inch long..an inch and a half down from where the wrist bends. It's a bright white color..set right next to a vein. On her right lower front leg and the hip of her right back legs are some old scares from a great battle. Even though she earned these scares from the claws of a great grizzly many years ago, the wounds still appear bright red, as if they were brand new. Its said that a wound made by emotions will last much longer than one without. No one knows why the bear might have hated her so much to scar her so deeply.
There's a giant scar that runs down the entire length of her spine. It starts at the back of her neck..right at the area where your spine conects into the back of your skull..and runs down the back of her neck..all the way down the center of her spine..ending right at her tail-bone. The scar is an even paler color than her skin..almost white. It's not a thin little line..nor a broad slash..but a scar caused by a specail type of sword. The sword that caused this wound had a custum edge. It was like a razor..with a seraded edge to saw and slice through bone more easily.
There a six scars..three on Dark's left side..and right side..that come off off the scar on her back..and wrap around her sides and stop about three inches in on her chest area. They look alot like ribs..and are set over three of her real ribs. These scars are also whitish in color..and were caused by the same sword. They're about 3/4 of an inch from one side to the other.
And lastly is the rather 'whip' of 'vine-like' scar that wrapps around her whole body!
It starts about an inch above the base of her right wing..(that would be at the shoulder-blade) and comes up over her right shoulder. Cuts down across her chest at a 40% angle. The scar crosses over around her left side..going through the rib-like scars on her side. Wrapps around..down her back..comes around her right side again at around the middle of her stomach..goes arcoss and down her left side..crossing around her back once more..falling down onto her lower-stomach..slightly below her navel..and ending on her left hip. The area that the scar cross over is below her navel. This scar is also around 1/2 of an inch wide..and also a whitish color.
Dark has very unusal coloring for a wolf. Her entire body is a liquid metalic mercury silver! It shimmers and dances under the light of the sun and moon. It ripples like moving water. Its as if the moon itself was born forth from her majestic coat. You can see each of her flowing muscles under her thick yet beautiful fur. It's truely amazing! But her mane, all the fur around her neck, shoulder-blades, throat, and chest, is solid black. But not just any black. It's a liquid death abyss black! The color of death, the color of eternal hell. Neither the light of the sun, nor the moon and stars will grace her. It's as if the light just falls right off her mane. It's an eternal whirlpool of swirling darkness. The same could be said for her wings as well! Her ears and tail are tipped with the same death abyss black.
But her claws aren't the only thing thats frightening. With massive jaws, she can exert 1,500 pounds of bite per square inch of her jaws! Her canines are some of the biggest of all wolven kind! Measuring in at 2in in length! And with 2 inch long claws, she is lethal!
As a canine, she was born with heavy muscle made of slow-twitch fiber. This allows her to store more energy and thus gives her a longer endurance period. She is swift on her feet and can turn on a dime, but she also has cat-like reflexis. This allows her to swerve and turn on a dime while running and also allows her to be much more mobile and flexible. Not since she was a pup has been rolled by an enemy. But she can hit a top running speed of 45 mph but she often runs around 22 mph to preserve more energy. But she can run for a total distance of 12 miles at this speed because of her slow-twitch muscle fibers!
Double jointed, she able to perform some truely amazing acrobatics. But this means her endurance rate as far as injury goes in much lower. Being more limber actually weakens the joints. Thus allowing them to slip out of place more easily or develope crippling arthritis early on. With the added fact of her bones being hollow, this means they can be broken easier, and it also means it takes them longer to heal.
Because she often pushes herself beyond her limits and dude to the added fact of her numours scars and such, she can't stay in a fight as long as she use to. She can only fight for a max of twenty minutes before she'll collapse. But that not all. Her right eye is weak when it comes to distance. Her binocular vision is perfectly fine, and the vision as far as distance and close up goes in the left eye, she's fine. Her vision in her right eye when it comes tot hings close up, is perfectly fine. But the distance in her right eye is really bad. She can see shapes and colors, but she can't see any details or anything of the sort and she can't judge distances too well. When it comes to her right eye, she's almost blind in it! So approching her on her right side is rather foolish. She'll tend to spin around and snap at you for coming up on her blind spot. It makes her feel un-easy and uncomfortable. She doesn't want anyone finding out about this weakness. She her agression rate is higher.
Her size comes from the fact that she is a British Columbian Wolf, the largest species of wolves alive today. And a rare mutation caused by the tainted water that runs from Wolfsbane fortress where she lived for a rather long time.
Dark is built to capitalize in all three areas of strength, speed, and endurance. She has long legs with powerful muscles. Her frame is light and lean, like a cheetah's body. Her body is long and aerodynamic allowing for very long strides and jumps. This way she can capitalize on her speed. She has a big heart and lungs to supply her with plenty of oxygen. Her muscles are like steel and store a whole LOT of energy. The muscles also carry a huge amount of strength allowing her to fight to the fullest in a fight. Her frame is also very limber and flexible. Meanings she's very agile. Dark can stay on her feet like a cat, and dodge and swerve like mad. Her speed breath taking. She's a lean, highly muscled, great endurance rate, speed demon.
Many people say she looks rather lanky..and her frame is bony and lacks mucles mass. But it's there. You just can't tell until she begins to unleash her full potental. It's one of the way Dark can keep her opponest guessing about her ablities. Her collar bone shows greatly..and sticks out slightly. Her arms are very thin..and when she breaths or stretches..you can cleary see all her ribbs. And if you run your finger down the length of her spine, you can easily feel every single little groove and nook of the bones. Her hips show and her pelvis is rather lacking in the fat department..meaning it looks as though she just has a layer of skin and springy mucles stretched too tightly over the bones.
My Insanity:
Preference: Straight
Personality:
Very quick witted, an intelligent thinking in all aspects. fierce, friary, bullheaded, hot headed, hot blooded, with an easily flaming temper. She is loyal once she learns to trust someone. But earning her trust can take a long time. For Dark is very careful when it comes to choosing her friends. She chooses them very carefully. Sometimes she can be quick to judge others, and can be quick to snap. Always ready to defend herself, or attack. She rarely allows herself to open up her mind and heart to others. She likes to keep to her self, and she has a very high rate of independence, she never lets other push her around. Sometimes, Dark can be unforgiving and cold. And she loves to fight.
Dark also has some..well..slight issues you could say. She's got a split personality thats completely insane. She always seems to be anger and fast to get even angerier. So it's best to keep her on a short leash. It's best if you don't prod at her too much and give her, her space when she needs it..other wise you'll be in for a rather nasty suprise..and you really don't want to get on her bad side.
Because of her brutal past..Dark is..she's just plain INSANE!!!!! Trusting hardly anyone, Dark will kill you as soon as look at you. She doesn't care who you are..if you tick her off or get in her way..you're dead meat. Dark is as blood-thirsty as they come. Extremely violent and Dark..you never know when she's going to snap. Her rage seems never ending. She's cold and merciless, cold to death..and cold to life. she seems to hate everything, and she's vengeful as well. She hardly talks..and when she does..she never beats around the bush..she tells you what she thinks straight up.
Love, Dark learned..can hurt much deeper than any flesh wound. She knows what it's like to have her mind shattered..her heart bleeding..and her soul screaming. So she usually shows no other emotions than anger..and aggression.
Dark is no follower! she is a leader and nothing else! It's either her way or the high-way! Sh strict, and demanding, and even a little ruthless. But all she wants is what's best for herself and for her clan. She lost her clan once, and she doesn't want to see it happen again! Very protective and illusive by nature, she says no more than waht needs to be said. she is one who truely believes that actions speak louder than words. She is willing to forgive, and is willing to give others a second chance, but if they mess up again, they will be in for on hell of a nasty suprise! If you betray her, you'd best watch out! She will hunt you down to the ends of the earth, and make you pay the most horrible price for what you've done!
Quirks: She has a rather nasty sweet tooth for the blood and flesh of humans. This has gotten her into some trouble before, hence all the wounds all over her body.
Strengths: Her speed, strength, stanima and smarts in battle.
Weaknesses: Bloodlust, her split personality. And her weaker joints. she can be reckless at times.
Likes: Blood, fighting, exploring, hunting.
Dislikes: Humans.
Fears: Fear itself
Goals/Ambitions: To become the strongest warrior possible!
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History:
Her history is in first person point of view.
I was born 3 years ago in the mist moores of Great Britian. The wolves had just started coming back together..forming small packs. I was born to Kyo..my mother..who was the alpha female..and one of the greatest hunters of her time. And my father's name was Shane..and he was of course the alpha male. My father was well known..and held with very high respect not just by our pack..but by the other wolves that lived in Europe as well. There was a reason why they called him The Demon of the West. He was the most powerful wolf in all of western Europe.
Now..you would think I had a rather happy life as a hatchling. It was not so. My two brothers and sister were all born nromal sized and normal colored for a British Columbian Wolf. But I wasn't. I was the last to be born..and I was nearly double to size of my siblings. They only weighed two pounds each where as I weighed four pounds. My body was also completely different from their's. They were all a mix of black, grey, cream, white, and silver...just like our parents. But me...I was liquid mercury silver. And my mane was death abyss black. My ears and tail were tipped death abyss black as well!
But the strangest thing about me..were my eyes. Most new born wolves won't open their eyes until at least two weeks of age. And most wolves are born deaf as well. I wasn't. A few hours after being born..I opened my eyes..and only an hour after being born..I could ear perfectly. My mother was actually slightly frightened of me at first.
And that was mainely because of my eyes. My eyes were a vivd silver, with a crimsion outlining. Many of my packmate were afraid of me because of my eyes. My mother thought I was born blind..but I wasn't. But my father actually took pride in my strange appearence and abilities. He trained me night and day for the first year of my life to take over his position as...The Demon of the West. And believe me..the training he put me through was living hell.
I rather enjoyed killing too much for my own good when on hunts. And my pack mates completely shunned me and wouldn't allow me to join in on their games...and my father said I was too strong and too large to play with them. I was forbiddion to play with them. I was then completely seperated from my pack mates and made to train for insanely long periods of time. It was test after test after test! But I learned to push all those weaknesses aside.
I can go two weeks without eating..I can go for three days straight without sleep. I can run for 12 miles without slowing, or stopping at all. I can kill my prey in completely silence.
Soon..my pack begane to turn on me..they casted me ice cold glares..denying me the right to even live. They wouldn't talk to me and would raise their lips and snarl at me..even attack me when they passed by me. They refused to let me join them on hunting trips and would keep me away from the kill. And when I made my own kills they would all gang up on me and steal my food. I was made to live on the boarderlines of the pack terratory. And rouge wolves..wolves from other packs would constantly attack me and shun me..hate me..and spit on me. I didn't fight back..knowing my father would be furious with me.
It was then I realized what had happened. My father was merely using me. He was in the conquest for more land and more power. And he had trained me to be a mere killing machine. Thats all I knew how to do..was to kill. I was never taught anything else. He didn't love me...I was just a tool for him. And he covered the whole thing up with pretty and fancy words. Such as Ninja or Shinobi. I heard talk amung humans once..saying that ninja and shinobi were nothing more than tools used by their nation for war and protection..and would be tossed aside like useless junk when they could no longer fight her were no longer needed.
I was livid..I was outraged. I was not going to let my father do this to me! I set off back to the packs main den with a feirce intent of confronting my father. But on the way back..I noticed one of my friends. He was the son of the omega who had been force bred by a rouge dragon. He had a life much like mine..accepted he was just plain rejected. He was corned by a pack of rouge dragons..about my age. I knew what he was going through. So I went over to help him out.
Right before a fight broke out..my father appeared. He said he had no more use for me..and tried to kill me! I barely managed to escape, I was left with the scar over my eye, across my face..and on my muzzle. For years I hid out in a remote moutnain side, then finally, about ten years ago..I went back and challenged my father. He had grown old and weak, while I had grown tall and strong. I killed him right infront of the entire pack, and left his corpes to the ravens. For the past two years I've been drifting from place to place..strengthing my fighting skills and eventually wandering to new lands.
I came across humans. They hated and despised me. Once, I became caught in one of their trapps. As the human approched me, his fire stick raised as he tried to do me in, I crouched and dodged the shot slightly, though it grazed my shoulder. I would leap upon the human and sink my fangs into his soft under throat. Spilling his hot blood across the ground. I remember like it was yesterday. I remember the taste of the human's blood on my tongue. Sweet yet bitter. Hot and boiling. I would watch as the light would elave his eyes and it would return to my own. It was then, I gained my addiction to human blood and flesh. They were easy to hunt when they were alone in the wild, unfamilar with the ways of the wilderness.
Soon, I began to hunt humans rather then the normal prey of a wolf. And it was this, that got me in trouble. I was so desperate for blood that I snuck into one of the human's camps and ended up getting caught. they used a strange weapon, a piece of long iron that was sharp and hot. They cut into my skin, determined to make me suffer. They cut me and sliced me on my back, my sides, my face, and all round my body. I would wrestle, growling and snarling, trying to break free of the bonds that so held me. As the human would come to sever my head from my body, I would move in time so that his weapon would slice threw my bonds and not me. I was free. Broken and bleeding, I would fight back, biting the strange weapon only to injure myself even further. But I would make dead sure I killed those two humans before leaving!
I escaped, eluding death as I traveled deep into the forest to heal my wounds. It's been a few months since that day, and finally my wounds are healed, but scars still remain. I search fruitlessly for a pack that would accept one such as myself. Or am I forever damned to roam these lands as a shadow?
