Post by OBLIVIOUS on Dec 11, 2012 0:16:04 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=CAD4E0] this life-like dream ain't for me |
i fell asleep watching spike TV
after 10 cups of coffee and you're still not here
dreaming of a song but something went wrong
and you can't tell anyone 'cuz no one's here[/center]
WHAT THE HELL'S YOUR NAME?[/size][/blockquote]
NAME: Azhar Winddancer
GENDER: male
AGE: two years
SEASON OF BIRTH: spring
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
SPECIES: demi-god
PACK: Sangue
WHAT'S YOUR PLEASURE?[/size][/blockquote]
SHORT DESCRIPTION Large bright golden and azure wolf with pink and dark turquoise zig-zags and swirls on the face, flanks, and around the front left leg and back right leg.
APPEARANCE:
Azhar is moderately large, standing at about 36" at the shoulder and with a thick-boned, muscular build. However, despite his large size, the colors of his fur contradict his intimidating appearance, being a bright, sunny yellow with an azure mask, throat, chest, belly, front right and hind left toes and underneath and at the tip of his tail. Adding to his light, playful colors are the markings on his face and body. He has dark turquoise swirls around his eyes, the one around the right eye curling to an end at the outer corner of the eye while the one around the left eye curls to an end underneath the eye. Then there's a dark pink zigzag underneath the right eye, spreading out across the right side of his face, while two lighter pink markings form in the shape of the point of an arrow, pointing at the left eye from above it. Finally, his ears are banded in the dark pink for the left ear and dark turquoise for the right ear, in which the last band extends down the back of the neck and zigzag across the shoulders and spine. The dark turquoise stripe goes down and wraps around the front left leg, ending at the toes, and the pink stripe zigzags across the spine until it goes down and wraps around the hind right leg, ending at the toes. His eyes are a bright minty green with two bands of pale yellow in the middle of the irises.
WHAT'S YOUR PAIN?[/size][/blockquote]
LIKES taste of blood, shiny objects, jokes, and games.
DISLIKES: quiet wolves, twuns, family, and water
FEARS: girls (they have cooties ._.), zombies, and any idea of the supernatural whatsoever.
ELEMENT: air
PERSONALITY: Azhar is one who loves fun, and for him, there can never be enough fun and games, no matter how brain-wracking, physical, or dangerous. Indeed, he's a playful wolf with a thirst for bloodshed, and can't quite satisfy that craving for the taste of blood, be it prey or canine... although canine is much, much better. He isn't a Twun though, and in fact, he dislikes Twuns, viewing the taste of blood as a delicacy and privilege, not something that one should have to survive off of. So with a love for games and blood, Azhar is innocently sadistic, playing with, to put it lightly, his victims. He's also still that little pup in a grown wolf's body, still believing that girls are yucky and have cooties, although living in a family of only aggressive or irritable girls may have something to do with his odd dislike of females. And what is with the quiet wolves, the ones who rarely talk, if they talk at all? For Azhar they're the ones to be suspicious of, so he generally tends to make friends with the louder, more energetic wolves, the ones that he finds he can trust a little bit better.
He is aware that he is a demi-god, but because of how he came to be born and how his father who was the supposed god suddenly disappeared, Azhar refuses to believe in the supernatural. He simply believes that his mother went crazy, had an affair with a different wolf who left her promptly after his birth, and then claimed him to be a god, simply because he disappeared the same time the gods supposedly did. Thus, his opinion and beliefs combat that of his mother and his littermate sisters, while the family of his mother and her actual mate hate him for being born in the first place, meaning that he's not too fond of his own family. Finally, the mate of his mother is of the water element, and because he is responsible for secretly threatening Azhar day by day, Azhar has also developed a hatred for water, constantly associating it with his adopted father, who was very proud of his element and used it quite a bit.
DO YOU DREAM TOO MUCH?[/size][/blockquote]
FAMILY:
father; the disappeared god of mischief
adopted father; a water elemental named Henrik Coldrain
mother; an air elemental named Bryony Winddancer
older half-brother; a water elemental named Gunnar Coldrain
older half-sister; an air elemental named Fritzi Coldrain
older half-sister; an air elemental named Evelien Coldrain
littermate sister; an air demi-god named Crescentia Winddancer
littermate sister; an air demi-god named Dysis Winddancer
HISTORY Bryony is a normal she-wolf, a subordinate mate to her life partner, although a little bit impatient and temperamental. Henrik Coldrain is proud, and takes pride in his element and his family. Together, they live with no alliance, making life hard, especially when they had their first litter. The firstborn son Gunnar was the pride of the family, brought up to be just as proud, if not a little apathetic toward the feelings of his mother and sisters. He was the only son of the litter, and the only one who inherited the water element of his father. His younger sisters, Fritzi and Evelien were given less attention from their father, so they were mainly brought up by their mother, taking on her own temperamental and impatient traits. Despite the distance between the family members, though, the pups grew up healthy, and in general were content with their lives.
Five years after their first litter, Fritzi and Evelien kept their mother company and Gunnar continued getting advice about life from his father and helping him with hunting and tending to the family. Bryony and Henrik would always get into quarrels and complain about each other, to the point where Bryony in a fit stormed from the den, not returning for almost a whole year. By the time she had returned, Evelien had already left the den, losing faith in her mother's return and finding no purpose for staying at home if her mother wasn't present.
When Bryony returned, her belly was considerably swollen, and she claimed that she had encountered a god, and bore his children. Henrik was enraged, but because of his mate's desperate begging to help her bring up the pups, with the reason that she wasn't able to do it alone, he grudgingly agreed to stay. But he sent his prized son away, not wanting him to be associated with "the filthy pups of a faithless bitch".
And so Azhar Winddancer was born along with his sisters, Crescentia and Dysis, taking on their mother's surname because their father refused to truly consider them part of his family. For the majority of Azhar's life, Henrik ignored the sisters like he did to the daughters of his first litter, leaving them for their mother to deal with. But he bitterly hated Azhar most of all, the son whose birth was a disgrace and embarrassment to the family. Day by day, night by night, Azhar would constantly be threatened by his adopted father, who constantly told him in excruciating detail how he would torture his "son" to death. As well, he lived with the most bitter, irritable sisters and mother who always snapped at him for being annoying and to mind his own business whenever he wanted to know what they were doing and to help out, mainly to get away from Henrik.
There was no help for him, and after two years, Azhar found that to preserve his sanity and find happiness would be in being free, so he snuck out in the night, aimlessly traveling as a nomad, finally finding his place in a family, a brotherhood... the Sangue pack.
MAGIC
first spell: laughing gas; or nitrous oxide, this sweet smelling, non-flammable gas is sure to make anyone feel relaxed and get a sense of euphoria.
second spell: anesthesia; sleeping gas, one that is sure to knock out any threat and enemy, or simply put an ailing companion to restful and painless sleep.
third spell: toxic fumes; or carbon monoxide, a colorless, odorless gas which in lower concentrations, can cause headaches, nausea, dizziness and fatigue, while in higher concentrations can cause seizures, comas, and death.
fourth spell: oxygen pull; pulls oxygen to a specific place, most likely used in places where there is little to no oxygen, such as higher altitudes and underwater.
fifth spell: tornado; pulls hot and cold winds together to form a whirling vortex of wind, or a tornado, which can either be very small, or very large, depending on how the user wants to use it. Extremely hard to control when forming a large tornado.
DO YOU THINK WHAT YOU NEED IS A CRUTCH?[/size][/blockquote]
NICKNAME: OBLIVIOUS
WHY YOU JOINED: I loved the whole concept of the elements and different races of wolves and the gods and how they suddenly disappeared. I'm not very good with fantasy roleplaying though, so if I make any mistakes about anything or if I misunderstand any concepts or plots, please tell me so! I'm likely to make quite a lot of mistakes. :3
HOW YOU FOUND US: I don't remember the site name, but I was just surfing through advertisements.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: He gently brushed his paw pads against the squirrel's bristling bushy tail as it writhed beneath his paw, struggling for escape. He chuckled lightly, whispering down to the creature, "Why so restless, little one? You should relax, it's good for your health." Shortly after, came an invisible, sweet scent, and he breathed it in deeply. A sense of peace a joy danced within his whole body, and he could even feel the creature beneath his paws slowly stop moving. "That's it, little buddy. Relax..." Removing his paw from the critter, he smiled and breathed deeply again. Who said he couldn't enjoy his own alluring fumes?
Laughing out of nowhere, he yelled jollily, "Oh little squirrel, you and I both know what's supposed to happen next! But I- oh, but for today, I think I'll give you a free ticket home! Can you believe it? Me! Letting you go! You're a lucky one, my friend. Enjoy your freedom while you can, because come tomorrow, I will be looking for you again!" And with a laugh, he nudged the squirrel, only to have it simply lay on the ground, unmoving. "Oh, you silly thing. Can't even enjoy your freedom. How curious. Well, I can't just leave you here alone, to be eaten by some other predator who wouldn't enjoy as much as I would. But don't worry, this won't hurt a bit."
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