Post by clang on Jul 8, 2010 0:21:46 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]Name[/glow] Esper
[glow=white,2,300]Age:[/glow]
Five
[glow=white,2,300]
Gender: [/glow]
Brute
[glow=white,2,300]Breed:[/glow]
Gray Wolf
[glow=white,2,300]Height: [/glow]
34 inches
[glow=white,2,300]Length: [/glow]
53 inches
[glow=whte,2,300]Weight: [/glow]
135 pounds
[glow=white,2,300]Health: [/glow]
fine
[glow=white,2,300]Appearance: [/glow]
Esper is wolf capable of considerable intimidation by merely stepping into vision. His coat is thick and rough, acting as a shield against the weather and adding to his large size. He stained a pitchless, raven black, as deep as the midnight skies and dark as his heart. Esper's eyes, however, are perhaps the most frightening aspect of his appearance. His eyes are a void, empty of emotion and coloured a striking pale yellow, almost white. Esper is a large wolf. He is built heavy with a broad chest, shoulders set far apart and a tail as long as almost a third of his body. His frame is lined with hard muscle borne from many years of hardship. The bulking animal is painted with various twisting scars spattered all over his body, breaking the smooth flow of his fur. One particular scar is an eyecatcher. He has a scar directly under his left eye, thick and harsh. A cruel reminder of his past. Overall he is an impressive being to look upon.
[glow=white,2,300]Sanity:[/glow]
... questionable
[glow=white,2,300]
Personality: [/glow]
None have really spent the time to get to know this hessian. His heart is as dark as his pelt. Never has he been one to frollick with other wolves, instead going against the nature of his blood and prefering to be a nomad. Bad things happened when he was around others. His solitary life has taken a clear toll on the wolf, emotionally and perhaps mentally. Emotion is hardly something that he feels, rather all he feels now-a-days is emptiness, cold, hard, emptiness. It has been so long since Esper has interacted with another wolf that he has forgotten how to do so. One should never expect pleasantries from the brute and prepare themselves for bluntness and even cruelty. His heart has turned to stone over the years and it is as if nothing matters to the male. Life is merely something that happens and not something he enjoys.
Esper is incredibley intelligent, though this is something often overlooked by any who meet him. His brash and cold nature are the only things seen by strangers. What many do not know is that Esper posseses incredible wit and even sometimes a sense of humor (even if it is a bit morbid).
[glow=white,2,300]History:[/glow]
Esper's tale in no story of happiness and fulfilment. He was born to a small pack, consisting of perhaps six grown wolves, whose lands were faraway from any other known pack of wolves. He was one of two pups borne to the alpha male and female. Life was not hard, though it was no walk in the park. The number of prey animals fluxuated with the seasons. When spring and summer were in full bloom game was plenty and life was grand. There was food enough for the pack and more. When winter rolled in the number of animals dropped but no so low that it was hazardous. After one winter the prey didn't return in large numbers, however, bringing a new and unknown stress to the pack. There was stll enough food to feed the pack but not enough that the wolves could be comfortable.
It seemed the surrounding lands, those which were inhabited by a larger pack of wolves, were also suffering the same loss of prey. It was unknown why the number of animals had suddenly depleted but it was feared that they would not return. This added to stress Esper's pack was already feeling. It was clear that the neighboring pack, even though they were far away and had never been a problem before, were now a considerable threat to the small community. If the larger pack were to try and take over their lands in search of food Esper's parent's pack wouldn't stand a chance.
Eventually the inevitable happened. One cold winters day the large group of wolves appeared from the snow to make a claim on the lands. By this time Esper was all of one year and had only lived in the sheltered little comminuty that was his pack. He had never seen wolves foreign to his pack and never in his life had he been so afraid. The small pack had to no choice but to defend their land for there was nowhere else to go. It was a do or die situation. Esper's parents and their small band of followers put up a valiant fight but from the beginning it was clear Esper's little pack had no real chance against the larger, more established pack and it did not take long for his pack to be beaten down into submission.
It turned out to be a bloodier fight than had originally been anticipated. Though he was only a yearling Esper took place in the fight, only to be bitten, torn and battered by the larger, older and more practiced wolves. His whole family was left lying either in shreds or mortally wounded. His mother was killed, his father left to die, his sister dead and his fellow pack members either dead or dying. Esper himself lay injured and bleeding on the ground, barely breathing. After the new pack had finished they left the area to rest and recuperate as they too had sustained some significant injuries.
For hours Esper lay in the same spot, seeing nothing and hearing nothing except the slow beat of his heart and a pulsing red cloud infront of his eyes. He seemed sure he was going to die. But as day slowly faded to night he continued to lie on the cold ground and fight the urge to give up. After a time, he didn't know how long, it seemed he had gained a little strength, enough to sit up at least.
Slowly and painfully he pulled himself to his paws, sitting back heavily on his haunches, his eyes shut tight with the effort. When he opened his eyes he was shocked at what surrounded him. His vision swam as he took in the bloodied and torn bodies of his former pack mates. There was nothing left. Something snapped in Esper that day, something that had made him who he was. The feeling of infinate loss drowned him and closed him to the world.
After a few more days of hiding and gathering strength Esper fled from the lands to make a life as a loner for years, living off whatever he could catch and fighting whoever he needed to stay alive.
[glow=white,2,300]
Preffered pack:[/glow]
Skyla, though not instantly.
[glow=white,2,300]Age:[/glow]
Five
[glow=white,2,300]
Gender: [/glow]
Brute
[glow=white,2,300]Breed:[/glow]
Gray Wolf
[glow=white,2,300]Height: [/glow]
34 inches
[glow=white,2,300]Length: [/glow]
53 inches
[glow=whte,2,300]Weight: [/glow]
135 pounds
[glow=white,2,300]Health: [/glow]
fine
[glow=white,2,300]Appearance: [/glow]
Esper is wolf capable of considerable intimidation by merely stepping into vision. His coat is thick and rough, acting as a shield against the weather and adding to his large size. He stained a pitchless, raven black, as deep as the midnight skies and dark as his heart. Esper's eyes, however, are perhaps the most frightening aspect of his appearance. His eyes are a void, empty of emotion and coloured a striking pale yellow, almost white. Esper is a large wolf. He is built heavy with a broad chest, shoulders set far apart and a tail as long as almost a third of his body. His frame is lined with hard muscle borne from many years of hardship. The bulking animal is painted with various twisting scars spattered all over his body, breaking the smooth flow of his fur. One particular scar is an eyecatcher. He has a scar directly under his left eye, thick and harsh. A cruel reminder of his past. Overall he is an impressive being to look upon.
[glow=white,2,300]Sanity:[/glow]
... questionable
[glow=white,2,300]
Personality: [/glow]
None have really spent the time to get to know this hessian. His heart is as dark as his pelt. Never has he been one to frollick with other wolves, instead going against the nature of his blood and prefering to be a nomad. Bad things happened when he was around others. His solitary life has taken a clear toll on the wolf, emotionally and perhaps mentally. Emotion is hardly something that he feels, rather all he feels now-a-days is emptiness, cold, hard, emptiness. It has been so long since Esper has interacted with another wolf that he has forgotten how to do so. One should never expect pleasantries from the brute and prepare themselves for bluntness and even cruelty. His heart has turned to stone over the years and it is as if nothing matters to the male. Life is merely something that happens and not something he enjoys.
Esper is incredibley intelligent, though this is something often overlooked by any who meet him. His brash and cold nature are the only things seen by strangers. What many do not know is that Esper posseses incredible wit and even sometimes a sense of humor (even if it is a bit morbid).
[glow=white,2,300]History:[/glow]
Esper's tale in no story of happiness and fulfilment. He was born to a small pack, consisting of perhaps six grown wolves, whose lands were faraway from any other known pack of wolves. He was one of two pups borne to the alpha male and female. Life was not hard, though it was no walk in the park. The number of prey animals fluxuated with the seasons. When spring and summer were in full bloom game was plenty and life was grand. There was food enough for the pack and more. When winter rolled in the number of animals dropped but no so low that it was hazardous. After one winter the prey didn't return in large numbers, however, bringing a new and unknown stress to the pack. There was stll enough food to feed the pack but not enough that the wolves could be comfortable.
It seemed the surrounding lands, those which were inhabited by a larger pack of wolves, were also suffering the same loss of prey. It was unknown why the number of animals had suddenly depleted but it was feared that they would not return. This added to stress Esper's pack was already feeling. It was clear that the neighboring pack, even though they were far away and had never been a problem before, were now a considerable threat to the small community. If the larger pack were to try and take over their lands in search of food Esper's parent's pack wouldn't stand a chance.
Eventually the inevitable happened. One cold winters day the large group of wolves appeared from the snow to make a claim on the lands. By this time Esper was all of one year and had only lived in the sheltered little comminuty that was his pack. He had never seen wolves foreign to his pack and never in his life had he been so afraid. The small pack had to no choice but to defend their land for there was nowhere else to go. It was a do or die situation. Esper's parents and their small band of followers put up a valiant fight but from the beginning it was clear Esper's little pack had no real chance against the larger, more established pack and it did not take long for his pack to be beaten down into submission.
It turned out to be a bloodier fight than had originally been anticipated. Though he was only a yearling Esper took place in the fight, only to be bitten, torn and battered by the larger, older and more practiced wolves. His whole family was left lying either in shreds or mortally wounded. His mother was killed, his father left to die, his sister dead and his fellow pack members either dead or dying. Esper himself lay injured and bleeding on the ground, barely breathing. After the new pack had finished they left the area to rest and recuperate as they too had sustained some significant injuries.
For hours Esper lay in the same spot, seeing nothing and hearing nothing except the slow beat of his heart and a pulsing red cloud infront of his eyes. He seemed sure he was going to die. But as day slowly faded to night he continued to lie on the cold ground and fight the urge to give up. After a time, he didn't know how long, it seemed he had gained a little strength, enough to sit up at least.
Slowly and painfully he pulled himself to his paws, sitting back heavily on his haunches, his eyes shut tight with the effort. When he opened his eyes he was shocked at what surrounded him. His vision swam as he took in the bloodied and torn bodies of his former pack mates. There was nothing left. Something snapped in Esper that day, something that had made him who he was. The feeling of infinate loss drowned him and closed him to the world.
After a few more days of hiding and gathering strength Esper fled from the lands to make a life as a loner for years, living off whatever he could catch and fighting whoever he needed to stay alive.
[glow=white,2,300]
Preffered pack:[/glow]
Skyla, though not instantly.
