Post by Formaldehyde on May 7, 2006 12:20:08 GMT -5
Formaldehyde
Is it too late to reverse what we've become?
Is it too late to reverse what we've become?
Name: Formaldehyde [goes by 'Hyde']
Sex: Male
Age: about 2 years
Mate: None/ Not looking [potentially Naga]
Pack: None
Appearance: Hyde is a rather lanky Varg, but he is strong despite his appearance. Long ebon legs only add to his stilt-like frame as do bat-like, pointed and twisted ears. His left ear looks a bit rattier than the other [see history]. His eyes change color, depending on his mood [will be further explained below]- can either be a calm cerulean or a cold steel. His tail is crooked as well, as he often chews on it to hurt himself or when he is distressed: it is both a pain and comfort for him, much like dogs will sometimes chew their feet. His peltage is black, but with a neon green twist: This awkward coloration starts at his muzzle and travels below his blue eyes, continuing down his throat, underbelly, and undertail. The toes on all four paws are also dipped in green, and on his back he wears four claw marks where he tore his own fur out- and only the undercoat of green grew back.
Personality: His mood changes drastically, as he is afflicted with Multiple Personality Disorder. Hyde is a victim of his own mind and unfortunately, others often are too. Normally, he is a paranoid and neurotic Varg, often scaring himself senseless just by walking through the forest. While in this state [labeled "Hyde1" for want of simplicity], his eyes are a deep cerulean blue. This wolf does not favor confrontation or being around other Varg- it makes him extremely uncomfortable. Were one to see him in this state, they would hardly believe him to be a Varg. He has a habit of stuttering and apologizing repeatedly, and it is due to his constant cowering that he has a kinked spine. This wolf is utterly incapable of accomplishing even the most natural tasks of survival [hunting, socializing, etc...] and just seems to all-around fail at life. He is constantly tortured by his other half, but is rescued by him at the last possible minute so that they both don't starve to death.
The other side of his personality ["Hyde2"] is strong, fearless and conniving- he comes out when he is needed [moreso when he WANTS to], which is a good portion of the time. While in this state, his eyes shift to a cold steel : perhaps the only way to warn others of the change before the nasty attitude hits them full-on, though few actually notice it. He also smiles a lot when he has shifted to this stage, further revealing that he has become a totally different Varg. This Varg does not mind being around others, and if they're not careful or they give him a reason, he will turn to violence. He is most notable for his perverted mind and tainted tongue- a sex fiend if ever there was one, though not a full-blown sociopath. Not bothering to keep it a secret that his other half is a pathetic excuse for a Varg, he often drags him to Wolfbane's Castle to scare him just for fun, abandoning his alter-ego in the pitch black shadows of the demonic fortress. Aside from the castle, he takes any opportunity he can get to terrorize his other half.
History: Excerpt taken from "A Little Doubt":
The lightning sounding outside sent the young pup up in a jolt, for he hadn't expected to be awakened so suddenly by something so unfriendly. His sapphire orbs surveyed the space around him, a relatively homely cave that he was fortunate enough to call his own. Of course, he also had someone to care for him, his mother. He had hoped that by the time he had awoken, she would be back. It wasn't unlike her to leave him alone, despite his young age. He would rarely leave the cave without her, for fear of being gobbled up by some Putnar larger than himself, or even worse... The Dark Lord, Wolfbane whom he had heard about in pup's tales. The mere though sent chills down his spine and filled him with apprehension, a small whimper escaped from his maw as he called out for his mother who had yet to prove herself as a parent.
With nothing to do but wait, the young ebon wolf reclined onto his small haunches and only hoped that she would return soon. He hated it when she left him on his own like this, and yet...
Finally, after what seemed like forever he heard the telltale sound of footsteps outside the den, making their way over the soggy ground and through the mud puddles outside until the form of another was obvious at the door. His black banner began to wag hopefully behind him as the drenched yet beautiful form of his mother walked in, a smile on her maw that seemed to reassure him that everything was now alright. Taking one step towards him, and then another, she now stood over him, smiling down at him like a great benevolent statue, offering him protection from the harsh world outside. "My beautiful baby boy..." she crooned to him as she nuzzled against the side of his face. "Don't you know? Everything's gonna be alright now..." She was now so close that all he could see of her elegant frame was the soaking wet ivory fur, pushing up against his small frame.
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Lacking any knowledge of his father whatsoever [he had always presumed the "no-good bastard" to be dead], Hyde was brought up in the care of his mother. It could easily be imagined that Hyde's father had left his mother due to her tainted mind before even knowing he had a son stirring on the brink of existence, though the truth of such will never be known.
Hyde's mother was a piece of work, to put it simply. She offered the bare essentials of motherhood, and nothing more, as she took frequent absences that were often anticipated by young Hyde, and even hoped for. When she wasn't out about her dirty business, she was home with Hyde, subjecting him to explicit evils that no child should ever have to bare. For the majority of his childhood he was tormented by sexual advances and molestation. Without the love of a father to protect him from such acts, he endured until he was able no more, and when he had come of age, took it upon himself to avenge the wrongs committed by his mother unto him. The crimson coating of her blood on the ground was hardly enough to make up for his torture, and the entire incident has left him mentally scarred, and has no doubt contributed a great deal, if not entirely, to his condition.
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[/center]Some assorted graphics I've picked up along the way.
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