Post by Shadowed on Feb 8, 2010 22:05:20 GMT -5
Still a work in progress.
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FORMALITIES
THE BODY
THE MIND
THE BLOOD
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torment
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quiet like the snow,
Name: Shadowed.
Other Characters: Sweet Calamity
Where'd You Find Us?: Ad/Affiliate on another site, unknown.
Other: N/Aall stars could be brighter,
Gender: Male.
Age: 4 years.
Species: Arcitc Wolf.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Pack: Veeryss.
Rank: Delta.all hearts could be warmer,
Appearance:Torment is tall and stream-lined, though his form is filled out quite nicely. His legs are long, as is his body and tail, giving him a stretched look, although he does not look lanky or stringy. His chest is deep and narrow, embodying strength and grace. The neck is well-muscled, and his head large with a broad, stout muzzle. His eyes are a haunting shade of yellow that, with just one glance, leave a lasting impression. Torment's colouring is that of a creamy off-white hue, with splotches of snowy alabaster found on his chest and underside. He is a stunning example of his species, and he wears his appearance with pride and confidence.
Personality:Due to his past and upbringing, Torment is a very unstable, uncertain wolf. He does not know where he belongs in life, or if there is even a place for wolves of his kind to co-exist peacefully or equally with other wolves. As a younger wolf, he was tolerant of dominant behaviour that forced him to submit, but now that he is grown, he is defiant towards being oppressed. Though he has come into little contact with other wolves during his life as a loner, he has never allowed another very close to him, and has yet to find anyone else accepting of his white coat. Most encounters have led to fights or chases, leaving him only with more, lasting bad impressions of coloured wolves. Despite the bad impressions, he cannot find it in himself to hate others unconditionally. However, Torment is always wary and mistrustful of coloured wolves.
A lack of contact with other wolves for many years of his life has left him feeling lonely, confused about himself, and his views of the world misguided and biased. He also feels like he might be going crazy for the lack of warmth and affection he had once shared with his mother, father and siblings. He once felt love in great abudance with those who were close to him, but he doesn't think he will ever find someone else to share these feelings with. The thought that he cannot feel love, comfort and affection towards anyone else breaks him down inside, leaving him cold and distant as he forces such feelings and memories of fondness from his being. All in all, Torment is mostly a wolf of negative emotion and energy, and while he does have the capacity to love and care for others, he is simply too mistrustful of other beings, and has a set belief that wolves different from himself cannot be kind. Being so young when both parents died, he does not remember that his mother was a pure white Arctic, while his father was a Timber wolf of mottled hues, and that there is hope for co-existence.
History:Torment and his siblings were born to a very unfortunate situation; they were the cubs of an Arctic Wolf in a place that did not welcome wolves of odd, solid colours. Their mother had left her home and pack on the tundra to visit new worlds, places rarely explored by her kind. She found herself in thick forests far south of her home. It was new and foreign to her, but it was exciting. She met one of the locals, though he was a loner, and they quickly fell in love and mated when the season was right. In the meantime, they had been searching for a more permanent home. Being an Arctic, Torment's mother was not easily accepted by wolves who had never seen solid whites or blacks, accustomed only to the earthy tones that they wore. They were chased from many territories before a more tolerant pack presented itself.
Though still wary and unsure about the Arctic femora, the pack allowed her to live amongst them, but they were far from kind. Her mate was treated as an equal, but was berated for his mate's coat colour, and often the others attempted to talk him out of his mateship so they could abandon her. They didn't want her pups. But the pair were very loyal to each other, and he could not give her up at any cost. They stayed, and Torment and his brother Arson and sister Misery's Song were born. Arson took on the looks of his father, but Torment was a regular Arctic, while Misery held the more uncommon black pelt of an Arctic wolf. Most of the pack wolves were disturbed by the pups, realizing that if they allowed it, the Arctic wolf would spread her bloodline and make her kind more common. It was not an idea that appealed to them, and they outcast the pair as Omegas, disliked by all of the pack. Though they were still allowed their den on the territory, they were not allowed shares of pack meals, and were expected to hunt for themselves, by themselves.
The situation grew dire, and Torment's mother became thin and frail nursing the younglings while her mate expended all of his energy searching for food for the both of them. In weeks' time, he saw no other option but to steal from the pack whose territory they lived upon. He knew it was a dangerous move, but he had no choice if he wanted his family to survive; he simply could not hunt enough for them all. For a couple of weeks, he was successful in stealing blocks of meat without getting caught, but the pack soon grew smart to his theft, and waited in ambush for his next thievery. On his next round, he was caught, and the pack was harsh and merciless, tearing him limb from limb. His mate knew nothing except he did not come home. Heartbroken and confused, she had no choice but to attempt to hunt for herself and her young. Already weak with hunger, she did not last long, and forced her body to stay alive simply for the sake of her whelps.
Barely past the age of weaning, the pups were left on their own as their skeletal mother passed on. After a day of hunger and no response from their mother, they began to explore the outside world. The three stuck close together, wandering hopelessly together. Within the next day they were found by the pack. Most wanted to destroy the odd-coloured pups, though they were willing enough to take in Arson. However, Arson's unwavering love for his siblings struck the chords of every wolf's heart, and when he protested to them being harmed, none could lay a fang upon his siblings. Still, they could not bring themselves to treat the other two with fairness.
Torment remembers often being picked on by the other pups; even with his sister beside him, there was no way to ward off the others who ganged up on them and had the pack behind them. He remembers fearing what the pack might do to him if they found one of their own injured. He and Misery had often been blamed for cuts and bruises that had nothing to do with them, and were viewed by the pack as dark, unlucky omens. Everything bad that happened was their fault. Arson tried, but there was little he could do to convince the wolves that they were as innocent as he. They were just too different, and the pack felt the need to punish them for being with white and black coats. Torment received little training from the older wolves, and often had to consult his brother to teach him the lessons of life he had never learned. It was a pitiful, unfulfilling existence with the pack, but there was no other choice.
As they grew, tension between the pack and the two youngsters of odd colour mounted. The teasing from the other adolescents was neverending. The bullying, the blame and the guilt forced upon them was stopped by none, only encouraged. One day, during a routine force of submission from one of the other yearlings, Torment snapped. Instead of sliding to the ground where he would be forced to tolerate any amount of mouthing, nipping, mounting and ill-meaning words and snarls, he sprung upon his oppressor and mauled him. The other was so in shock that he could not react, and neither could anyone else. His jaws were around the alter's throat when a familiar voice came to his auds, terrifed and pleading. "Don't do it, Torment, you will ruin everything!" Arson cried. But it was too late. Wolves were snapping out of their initial surprise and gathering their senses. Snarls of hate and defiance rang out, and voices called out about the 'omens'.
Torment had no choice but to run for his life. Every wolf in the pack was at his heels, and it was merely his fear that gave him the speed and the footing to escape with his life. He ran for so many miles that he did not know where he was when he collapsed. The pack had stopped chasing him. It was only when he had time to breathe and rest that he wondered where Misery was, and what was going to happen to her because of his actions. She was viewed just the same as he was; were they going to kill her? He squeezed his eyes shut, his throat tightening with fear for her, and guilt that he had caused this. But could they have really lived out their lives like that? Perhaps Misery had taken off when she'd seen what happened. She must have known what was going to happen, and that she was going to be accused as an associate in the attack. But he could not go back for her; she would need to find her own way, if she was still alive.
Torment has lived on his own ever since this occurence. He has spent day in and day out trying to survive alone, avoiding every opportunity to come into contact with other wolves. However, as the years have passed, he feels like he might be going insane, but he has nothing to compare himself to, and he is unsure. He knows he must find others, wolves who will accept him for who he is. He has never had knowledge of his own kind, thinking he is a rare outcast, unaware that there are thousands out there like him in the vast wilds. He does not stay in one place for long. He is always moving. Thus, he has found his way the cold and unfamiliar lands of Veerys, and the scent of wolves hang thick on the air. Though uncertain, he is determined to see what will occur when he is seen by another.
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FORMALITIES
Full Name: Torment.
Aliases: None.
Gender: Male.
Age: 4 years.
Breed: Although he may look like a pure Arctic wolf, he also has the blood of Timbers running through his veins.
Alignment: He knows nothing of good and evil, only of discrimination. However, if he were to be aligned, he would best suit the wolves that deviate neither too far into darkness or the light.
THE BODY
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THE MIND
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Fears: His biggest fear is that he will always be alone, and that he will never find anyone that he can love and trust.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
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THE BLOOD
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