Post by Morbius on Oct 14, 2007 3:43:59 GMT -5
[/color] MorbiusI am the fallen;
Name:
Nicknames: Lucifer, Pain or Morbid
Age: Three hate-filled years
Gender: Male
Genus: Canis Lupus [Grey Wolf]
Let your eyes fall upon the devil;
Build:[/color] Heavy, muscular. But tall enough to carry it off.
Height: 35" at the shoulder
Weight: 135lbs of pure muscle
Coat: A very dark plum colour. It looks black, and the true colour can only be seen in the right light [think Darcia from Wolf's Rain if this is confusing :3]. His coat is thick, and surprisingly soft.
Markings: A line of obsidian travels all the way down his spine, although it is useful to note that this is only visible when his coat appears to be plum-hued.
Eyes: Left is a vivid orange with a darker patch at the bottom, right is a glassy-pink. [Note: He carries the recessive gene for albinism, and albinism is only visible in his right eye.]
Distinguishing Features: A small scar on his right hind leg, located on his thigh.
Could you love this beast?
In short:[/color] Cold-hearted, intimidating, sarcastic, lady's man, scheming, intelligent, bi-polar.
In depth: Morbius uses his size to his size to his advantage. When faced with a smaller, less confident varg he enjoys nothing more than toying with the smaller beast, instilling fear into their minds instead of striking up a friendship. He often uses sarcasm.
Morbius is partially bi-polar, however he doesn't swing from depressed to hyperactive. Most of the time, the scales tip in the direction of an aggressive, sarcastic brute who couldn't care less about who he hurts. A flirt, he enjoys toying with the hearts of females and comes across as 'Prince Charming', until he lets his true intentions be known.
On the other hand, and this is quite rare, he can come across as being a quiet, thoughtful and noble beast. In this state of mind, he treats females with the utmost respect but still retains some of his dislike for males, although it can be replaced with friendship if the other varg proves themself worthy of his time.
Gain his trust and in either form he would fiercely protect you.
Intelligence: 8/10.
What made me who I am;
[/color][/right]Morbius was born to a pair of Kerls on the other side of the Carpathian mountains, who were of the purest 'lineage' of their species. He was the first born of his litter, and from the three cubs that survived the birth, he was the only one not totally affected by albinism. His two littermates both recieved more care than Morbius, leaving him feeling rejected and alone. His siblings, as they grew, teased him for not fitting in with them - for he didn't share their traits, and he was far larger.
He put up with their taunts for about five months, before he began to develop the bi-polar personality he has to cope with in the present. He spent less and less time around his family, and when he knew the skills he thought he needed to survive he set off into the mountains.
He lived alone there, becoming extremely thin and helpless. Lack of skill had cost him dearly, and he began to starve within the icy reaches of the mountains. Luckily, a travelling old she-wolf, as bitter as she was, took him in and lead him down the mountains into Transylvania. She stayed with him, taught him everything he knows, and Morbius actually felt wanted. His tutor was harsh, bitter and cold, but she treated him better than what he had experienced with his real family. She became far more fond of him in her last months, and it really tore Morbius apart when she died.
Now he travels the lands of Transylvania, tormenting those he meets and trying to make up for the feelings he lost.
What else can be told?
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