Post by flower on Nov 3, 2008 21:17:03 GMT -6
Name: Torrent
Age: 7 years old
Gender: Male
Pack: (edit later)
Rank: (edit later)
Power: Pyrokenetic
Image: -none-
Appearance:
Torrent is a wolf strong in more ways then one, and it reflects to his body almost perfectly. Like a demon he emerges from shadows, orbs a flaming red, piercing like ice and fire in the same glance. They reflect his cunning and intelligence brilliantly. A foul hatred for the world he was born into and the desires to bring his pack to heights higher then ever imagined sparkle in his pools. Their raw intensity gives even their owner nightmares when gazed upon for too long, and often times he closes his eyes while bending low to drink.
His fur is thick and rich, well cared for in the shadows where he was born and sparkling in the morning sunlight. It is dark gray, almost black, but shot with white markings to cover his chest, paws, and tail. It lies upon shoulders and legs whose muscles can only be compared to twined iron – tight and powerful, legs which could run a thousand miles and shoulders to carry a thousand burdens. His paws are broad and well-made, built for balance and silence. With his dark pelt and silent steps he does not just walk along side the shadows in the dead of night, but more closely as the shadows themselves.
Personality:
Torrent is perhaps as proud as a wolf could get. He refuses to take help from any other being, even if it means his own demise. And even then he won’t give in, and would instead fight his way back to the top, demanding respect from any and every creature to roam the territories. He is almost frighteningly ambitious, always plotting of a way to take the Avalon or Icis lands and breed stronger wolves and a stronger pack among the much-richer lands.
His eyes reflect his raw intelligence and cunning, a trait which has been passed down from his father to him. He has not been educated in how to use his mind perfectly, therefore he knows no boundaries to what he can think and say and plan. And because he never thinks of anything but moving his pack into a stronger future, he is a strait forward and instinct thinker, often what he thinks first is what he will stick with to the end.
He is shown to be utterly ruthless in battle, and often times will laugh and grin as his adversary falls and dies at his teeth. He does show some concern, though, about his younger sister, and does not yet know what to do about her.
History:
Torrent was born from a lone wolf, a low-ranking she-wolf driven from her pack because of her getting pregnant with another lone wolf. He was born into a wolf of shadows, and for much of his life that is where he grew up, trained how to fight and hunt by his father, who is greatly resembled. They were happy while they lived together, and only grew happier when four years later his mother gave birth to his younger sister, Stream. This pure bliss was cut short, though, when a harsh winter struck in the same year, claiming his mother with sickness and his father with starvation. Torrents father desperate to keep them alive, told him to eat his and his mothers bodies in order to stay alive. Torrent reluctantly did so, but his heart was so scarred by the events he never forgave himself.
He then took Stream, suddenly very protective of her, far from their home to search for a new one. They traveled for a great distance, growing far closer then usual brothers and sisters, until they were attacked by a lone wolf, who wished Stream to be his mate. Torrent killed the wolf protecting his sister, but was thrown into a river and fell over a waterfall afterwards. He emerged from the water much further downstream, caught in a powerful underwater current and, half dead, managed to pull himself to the Darkrai lands.
He was found by wolves there and attacked, but surprised them as he fought back, actually killing one of them. Impressed by his strength, they brought him back and took him in. His ambition grew as his strength increased, and soon he thought of nothing other then becoming alpha and leading the pack to greatness. His ambitions were spoiled, however, when he saw his sister among the Icis wolves, and he now debates what to do.
RP Example:
Dark light. Dark water. Drowning water. Torrent felt a mighty yank pull him off his paws as he scrambled to find hold in the silt-and-pebble riverbed. Claws scraped against mud, pulling out chunks and fouling the river water. His wounds stung, his shoulder was lame. Red eyes whirled to where his little sister was standing on the shore, eyes wide in horror.
“Torrent!” she called, starting to race after him, “Torrent, Torrent!” he watched her scramble over a long, then felt his heart jump as the current pulled him beneath the water once again. Thrashing now, he struggled to the surface, beating his three good legs wildly, desperate to escape the current. It was no use – he was too tired, too weak. As if to remind him of why the body of the lone wolf he had just killed drifted by, brushing his lame shoulder and sending a shiver down his spine. With another desperate push he broke the surface again, dragging air into his lungs.
Stream had vanished from sight, she was not upstream no downstream, and the current was getting stronger. Torrent whirled to where the river was heading, and felt his heart drop in his chest. Paws tried to kick again but fell useless as the water picked up even more speed. Terror seized his heart and he turned, looking upstream for his sister. Nothing.
The world dropped beneath Torrents paws, and suddenly, there was no water. There now land either. Or sense of gravity. The earth spun in his eyes, the sky became the sea and forest became the sky. Then a great pull, and Torrent plummeted towards the ground.
Family:
Mother - unnamed, deceased
Father - unnamed, deceased
Sisters - Stream, 3 years old, Icis pack member
Brothers - none
Other:
I will be making a Stream character soon. I'm a bit too tired to do one right now though.
Codeword: Old Lie
Age: 7 years old
Gender: Male
Pack: (edit later)
Rank: (edit later)
Power: Pyrokenetic
Image: -none-
Appearance:
Torrent is a wolf strong in more ways then one, and it reflects to his body almost perfectly. Like a demon he emerges from shadows, orbs a flaming red, piercing like ice and fire in the same glance. They reflect his cunning and intelligence brilliantly. A foul hatred for the world he was born into and the desires to bring his pack to heights higher then ever imagined sparkle in his pools. Their raw intensity gives even their owner nightmares when gazed upon for too long, and often times he closes his eyes while bending low to drink.
His fur is thick and rich, well cared for in the shadows where he was born and sparkling in the morning sunlight. It is dark gray, almost black, but shot with white markings to cover his chest, paws, and tail. It lies upon shoulders and legs whose muscles can only be compared to twined iron – tight and powerful, legs which could run a thousand miles and shoulders to carry a thousand burdens. His paws are broad and well-made, built for balance and silence. With his dark pelt and silent steps he does not just walk along side the shadows in the dead of night, but more closely as the shadows themselves.
Personality:
Torrent is perhaps as proud as a wolf could get. He refuses to take help from any other being, even if it means his own demise. And even then he won’t give in, and would instead fight his way back to the top, demanding respect from any and every creature to roam the territories. He is almost frighteningly ambitious, always plotting of a way to take the Avalon or Icis lands and breed stronger wolves and a stronger pack among the much-richer lands.
His eyes reflect his raw intelligence and cunning, a trait which has been passed down from his father to him. He has not been educated in how to use his mind perfectly, therefore he knows no boundaries to what he can think and say and plan. And because he never thinks of anything but moving his pack into a stronger future, he is a strait forward and instinct thinker, often what he thinks first is what he will stick with to the end.
He is shown to be utterly ruthless in battle, and often times will laugh and grin as his adversary falls and dies at his teeth. He does show some concern, though, about his younger sister, and does not yet know what to do about her.
History:
Torrent was born from a lone wolf, a low-ranking she-wolf driven from her pack because of her getting pregnant with another lone wolf. He was born into a wolf of shadows, and for much of his life that is where he grew up, trained how to fight and hunt by his father, who is greatly resembled. They were happy while they lived together, and only grew happier when four years later his mother gave birth to his younger sister, Stream. This pure bliss was cut short, though, when a harsh winter struck in the same year, claiming his mother with sickness and his father with starvation. Torrents father desperate to keep them alive, told him to eat his and his mothers bodies in order to stay alive. Torrent reluctantly did so, but his heart was so scarred by the events he never forgave himself.
He then took Stream, suddenly very protective of her, far from their home to search for a new one. They traveled for a great distance, growing far closer then usual brothers and sisters, until they were attacked by a lone wolf, who wished Stream to be his mate. Torrent killed the wolf protecting his sister, but was thrown into a river and fell over a waterfall afterwards. He emerged from the water much further downstream, caught in a powerful underwater current and, half dead, managed to pull himself to the Darkrai lands.
He was found by wolves there and attacked, but surprised them as he fought back, actually killing one of them. Impressed by his strength, they brought him back and took him in. His ambition grew as his strength increased, and soon he thought of nothing other then becoming alpha and leading the pack to greatness. His ambitions were spoiled, however, when he saw his sister among the Icis wolves, and he now debates what to do.
RP Example:
Dark light. Dark water. Drowning water. Torrent felt a mighty yank pull him off his paws as he scrambled to find hold in the silt-and-pebble riverbed. Claws scraped against mud, pulling out chunks and fouling the river water. His wounds stung, his shoulder was lame. Red eyes whirled to where his little sister was standing on the shore, eyes wide in horror.
“Torrent!” she called, starting to race after him, “Torrent, Torrent!” he watched her scramble over a long, then felt his heart jump as the current pulled him beneath the water once again. Thrashing now, he struggled to the surface, beating his three good legs wildly, desperate to escape the current. It was no use – he was too tired, too weak. As if to remind him of why the body of the lone wolf he had just killed drifted by, brushing his lame shoulder and sending a shiver down his spine. With another desperate push he broke the surface again, dragging air into his lungs.
Stream had vanished from sight, she was not upstream no downstream, and the current was getting stronger. Torrent whirled to where the river was heading, and felt his heart drop in his chest. Paws tried to kick again but fell useless as the water picked up even more speed. Terror seized his heart and he turned, looking upstream for his sister. Nothing.
The world dropped beneath Torrents paws, and suddenly, there was no water. There now land either. Or sense of gravity. The earth spun in his eyes, the sky became the sea and forest became the sky. Then a great pull, and Torrent plummeted towards the ground.
Family:
Mother - unnamed, deceased
Father - unnamed, deceased
Sisters - Stream, 3 years old, Icis pack member
Brothers - none
Other:
I will be making a Stream character soon. I'm a bit too tired to do one right now though.
Codeword: Old Lie
