Post by Sighani on Jan 18, 2010 4:54:39 GMT -5
FORMALITIES
Full Name: His packmates placed upon his twisted vissage the curse of Amadi, a name which means, in the Old Tongue, destined to die at birth.
Aliases: Throughout his lifetime, he has doffed his given name and adopted the simpler, more sinister calling of The Jackal, an old and wicked name his tormentors had once used against him, a name he no longer shuns, but embraces.
Gender: Male.
Age: Four years.
Breed: No one, not even Cthonia's all-seeing monks, is quite sure which breed dominates the wolves of the accursed kingdom of Bwaddene, or if they are indeed true wolves at all. Generations of mixed breeding, between wilddogs and wolves and jackals and all manners of four-legged monsters in between, has polluted Amadi's bloodline and while he retains the general appearance of a wolf, no man can tell what beasts lurk beneath the lupin exterior.
Alignment: Though Amadi himself does not normally associate with any particular group, it's impossible to deny that darkness has its hooks deep in his heart.
THE BODY
Height: 36 inches at the shoulder.
Weight: 98 pounds.
Pelt: His pelt is dominated by harsh shades of gray, the very color of desert storms, streaked throughout with bolts of ivory and shadows of obsidian. A lush russet hue stretches from his crown and down his back, a rouge line of smog stretching across the horizon of an otherwise black thunderstorm, the color of a smoke-choked sunset.
Spheres: An acidic green burns deep in the otherwise dark sockets of his skull, a hungry color that devours shadows at midnights and pierces through even the deepest shades, reflecting and sparking like the eyes of ancient hunters.
Scars/Markings: Rumors whisper that there is more scar tissue on the brute than living skin. He doesn't comment on any of them, believing them too commenplace and trivial, save for those that rip through his muzzle, curving his lips into a perpetual ghastly grin.
Form: The shadow-cloaked male is truly a phantasmal sight to behold. He drifts through life on agile paws of ash and smoke, these monochrome hues snaking along legs as long and willowy as those of a deer, the slender legs of a runner and a dancer. His shoulders are sharp and narrow, poised delicately on either side of a curvacious and flexible spine, the arch more profound in his back than in those of the average wolf, an indication of traces of hound in his lineage. His chest is deep but not broad, ribs clearly visible beneath a lackluster pelt, and slopes gently into the sharp rise and fall of a waist made too narrow by the destructive claws of insatiable hunger. His features are hollow and sunken, ravaged by starvation and the sandman's curse of sleeplessness, creating deep and greusome pits into which two orbs of poison burned long ago and continue to smolder, acid green and vile, to this very day. His muzzle is slim and crooked, having been battered and bruised one too many times, and it is upon this snout that his legacy lies. Ragged silver scars rip from the corners of his mouth and through the gnarled flesh of his face, curving charred lips into an eternal smile of malevolence and vengeance, his awful brand to bear until the end of his days.
THE MIND
General Temperment: First impressions may often be deceiving, and Amadi's case is no rare exception. In spite of his severely neglected figure and the lowly carriage of his form, he is possed of neither ill-intentions nor unshakeable gloom. Very often, the hessian is quite optimistic in his speech and, although he has often been accused of being overly sure of himself, he is never quick to judge or form unfounded vendettas against those with whom he is not intimately familiar. However, he is quite careless and while he does not jump to condemn an innocent, he also will not go out of his way to treat a stranger with undeserved respect or generosity. He is not one to dwell on and brood over past failures, preferring instead to move on and improve in all aspects of his life, his mind refusing to remain idle, always in need of stimulation, planning, and puzzles. Because of this, he grows easily bored and strays in his conversations--not from lack of attention, as the common accusation would claim, but from lack of interest. In spite of his mental acuity, he seldom carries out any of his extensive plots, choosing instead a life of spontenaeity for the sheer fact that it excites him more with its unpredictability than the success of even the best-laid plans.
Positive Traits: Amadi is optimistic, if nothing else, and he has yet to come across a situation in which he is unable to find something to laugh about. Witticism and charisma are not wasted on this man. Because he is so spontaneous, he is extremely flexible, capable of adapting swiftly and without complaint to unfamiliar circumstances.
Negative Traits: Because of his need for mental challenges, he is somewhat impatient and has become increasingly restless over the months and years, touched with a mild case of wanderlust that prevents him from settling down despite the urgings from friends and lovers. If left alone and without interesting conversation, he finds himself lapsing into bleak depressions, and if disturbed in this state he may become hostile and even violent, snapping at foe and comrade alike and with equal menace. He lacks social finesse and is not skilled in comforting or reassuring others and the advice he offers is generally not what the bereaved would care to hear. If crossed, he is very vengeful and will not hesitate to seek bloody revenge.
Fears: A soul compelled by revenge, he dreads the day some forgotten victim will return to him someday and attempt to exact cold justice. Although he knows the man to be dead, he is haunted nightly by the malicious vissage of his former priest and the evils he was forced to endure at the hands of the brute.
Orientation: All his life he had believed himself to be an immovable heterosexual, but recent developments have caused him to reassess his preferences. While he would not leap to classify himself as bisexual based on his interest in one individual, there is no doubt that the tendencies are present.
Beliefs: He has a deep reverence for death and the afterlife, his upbringing having been rife with spirituality and ritual sacrifice designed to appease the savage beast-gods of old. He puts his faith in the macabre, irresolute in his faith that ghosts and magic not only exist, but are present in everyday life. He does not, however, toy with the notions of fate or a divine plan, believing that a man makes his own luck and that if one wants to create order, one must first create complete chaos.
THE BLOOD
Sire: Unknown. His surrogate mother had a mate called Isoke, and while the brute did not share his lover's sentiments and refused to acknowledge Amadi as a son, he was never openly hostile toward the younger male either.
Dame: Unknown. He was found as a very young pup on the outskirts of the Bwadenne's territory, far from the lands of Requiem. An unusually kind fae named Makene, then heavy with her own litter, took him in and raised him as her own.
Siblings: It is unknown whether he has any surviving blood siblings. However, he was raised alongside Wasswa and Kato, twin brothers from Makena, and always accepted them as his own littermates.
Love Interest: His interest Xbalanque continues unabated, but also unappeased, for while Amadi has fully come to terms with his attraction toward and dependence on the brujo, Xbalanque has yet to acknowledge the existence of these feelings between them.
Offspring: None. Hailing from such diverse and dirty blood, he has no intention of ever begetting children, even if he did find a suitable mate someday.
Other: Due to the close-knite family values of his tribe, he regarded the maidens who were slaughtered by his priest as his own sisters and it is the nightly remembrance of their innocent blood that drives him ever deeper down the path of revenge.
Full Name: His packmates placed upon his twisted vissage the curse of Amadi, a name which means, in the Old Tongue, destined to die at birth.
Aliases: Throughout his lifetime, he has doffed his given name and adopted the simpler, more sinister calling of The Jackal, an old and wicked name his tormentors had once used against him, a name he no longer shuns, but embraces.
Gender: Male.
Age: Four years.
Breed: No one, not even Cthonia's all-seeing monks, is quite sure which breed dominates the wolves of the accursed kingdom of Bwaddene, or if they are indeed true wolves at all. Generations of mixed breeding, between wilddogs and wolves and jackals and all manners of four-legged monsters in between, has polluted Amadi's bloodline and while he retains the general appearance of a wolf, no man can tell what beasts lurk beneath the lupin exterior.
Alignment: Though Amadi himself does not normally associate with any particular group, it's impossible to deny that darkness has its hooks deep in his heart.
THE BODY
Height: 36 inches at the shoulder.
Weight: 98 pounds.
Pelt: His pelt is dominated by harsh shades of gray, the very color of desert storms, streaked throughout with bolts of ivory and shadows of obsidian. A lush russet hue stretches from his crown and down his back, a rouge line of smog stretching across the horizon of an otherwise black thunderstorm, the color of a smoke-choked sunset.
Spheres: An acidic green burns deep in the otherwise dark sockets of his skull, a hungry color that devours shadows at midnights and pierces through even the deepest shades, reflecting and sparking like the eyes of ancient hunters.
Scars/Markings: Rumors whisper that there is more scar tissue on the brute than living skin. He doesn't comment on any of them, believing them too commenplace and trivial, save for those that rip through his muzzle, curving his lips into a perpetual ghastly grin.
Form: The shadow-cloaked male is truly a phantasmal sight to behold. He drifts through life on agile paws of ash and smoke, these monochrome hues snaking along legs as long and willowy as those of a deer, the slender legs of a runner and a dancer. His shoulders are sharp and narrow, poised delicately on either side of a curvacious and flexible spine, the arch more profound in his back than in those of the average wolf, an indication of traces of hound in his lineage. His chest is deep but not broad, ribs clearly visible beneath a lackluster pelt, and slopes gently into the sharp rise and fall of a waist made too narrow by the destructive claws of insatiable hunger. His features are hollow and sunken, ravaged by starvation and the sandman's curse of sleeplessness, creating deep and greusome pits into which two orbs of poison burned long ago and continue to smolder, acid green and vile, to this very day. His muzzle is slim and crooked, having been battered and bruised one too many times, and it is upon this snout that his legacy lies. Ragged silver scars rip from the corners of his mouth and through the gnarled flesh of his face, curving charred lips into an eternal smile of malevolence and vengeance, his awful brand to bear until the end of his days.
THE MIND
General Temperment: First impressions may often be deceiving, and Amadi's case is no rare exception. In spite of his severely neglected figure and the lowly carriage of his form, he is possed of neither ill-intentions nor unshakeable gloom. Very often, the hessian is quite optimistic in his speech and, although he has often been accused of being overly sure of himself, he is never quick to judge or form unfounded vendettas against those with whom he is not intimately familiar. However, he is quite careless and while he does not jump to condemn an innocent, he also will not go out of his way to treat a stranger with undeserved respect or generosity. He is not one to dwell on and brood over past failures, preferring instead to move on and improve in all aspects of his life, his mind refusing to remain idle, always in need of stimulation, planning, and puzzles. Because of this, he grows easily bored and strays in his conversations--not from lack of attention, as the common accusation would claim, but from lack of interest. In spite of his mental acuity, he seldom carries out any of his extensive plots, choosing instead a life of spontenaeity for the sheer fact that it excites him more with its unpredictability than the success of even the best-laid plans.
Positive Traits: Amadi is optimistic, if nothing else, and he has yet to come across a situation in which he is unable to find something to laugh about. Witticism and charisma are not wasted on this man. Because he is so spontaneous, he is extremely flexible, capable of adapting swiftly and without complaint to unfamiliar circumstances.
Negative Traits: Because of his need for mental challenges, he is somewhat impatient and has become increasingly restless over the months and years, touched with a mild case of wanderlust that prevents him from settling down despite the urgings from friends and lovers. If left alone and without interesting conversation, he finds himself lapsing into bleak depressions, and if disturbed in this state he may become hostile and even violent, snapping at foe and comrade alike and with equal menace. He lacks social finesse and is not skilled in comforting or reassuring others and the advice he offers is generally not what the bereaved would care to hear. If crossed, he is very vengeful and will not hesitate to seek bloody revenge.
Fears: A soul compelled by revenge, he dreads the day some forgotten victim will return to him someday and attempt to exact cold justice. Although he knows the man to be dead, he is haunted nightly by the malicious vissage of his former priest and the evils he was forced to endure at the hands of the brute.
Orientation: All his life he had believed himself to be an immovable heterosexual, but recent developments have caused him to reassess his preferences. While he would not leap to classify himself as bisexual based on his interest in one individual, there is no doubt that the tendencies are present.
Beliefs: He has a deep reverence for death and the afterlife, his upbringing having been rife with spirituality and ritual sacrifice designed to appease the savage beast-gods of old. He puts his faith in the macabre, irresolute in his faith that ghosts and magic not only exist, but are present in everyday life. He does not, however, toy with the notions of fate or a divine plan, believing that a man makes his own luck and that if one wants to create order, one must first create complete chaos.
THE BLOOD
Sire: Unknown. His surrogate mother had a mate called Isoke, and while the brute did not share his lover's sentiments and refused to acknowledge Amadi as a son, he was never openly hostile toward the younger male either.
Dame: Unknown. He was found as a very young pup on the outskirts of the Bwadenne's territory, far from the lands of Requiem. An unusually kind fae named Makene, then heavy with her own litter, took him in and raised him as her own.
Siblings: It is unknown whether he has any surviving blood siblings. However, he was raised alongside Wasswa and Kato, twin brothers from Makena, and always accepted them as his own littermates.
Love Interest: His interest Xbalanque continues unabated, but also unappeased, for while Amadi has fully come to terms with his attraction toward and dependence on the brujo, Xbalanque has yet to acknowledge the existence of these feelings between them.
Offspring: None. Hailing from such diverse and dirty blood, he has no intention of ever begetting children, even if he did find a suitable mate someday.
Other: Due to the close-knite family values of his tribe, he regarded the maidens who were slaughtered by his priest as his own sisters and it is the nightly remembrance of their innocent blood that drives him ever deeper down the path of revenge.
