Terohime's Characters and Threads
Aug 7, 2013 10:07:57 GMT -5
Post by Terohime on Aug 7, 2013 10:07:57 GMT -5
Here is where my characters are located, i also will have all the threads that each character is in so that way people will know when i have an open thread that they can join. Ok next, i will update this thread fairly often, well not every day but more like when a new thing comes up with my characters. Ok so here is my character list and threads they are in. I hope to get to roleplay with all of you some time. ^^
Ok first Character is my boy:
Kai Tavos:
Appearance: Kai is a stunning young male, he stands a stunning 41 inches and weighs 180 lbs. His base pelt color is pure black , on his fur he holds bright red markings. All four paws are stunning bright red, the front right leg is all red. He also has a strip of red running from the center of his forehead and all the way to the tip of his tail, covering the whole tip of his tail. To make this make even more stunning he has duel colored eyes the right eye is a bright yellow, and the left a deep purple. Under both eyes are three red dots with small bright green dots in the red dots.
Personality: Kai is a lay back kinda guy, most of the days you will see him staring off into space. He dose have a temper on him if he is provoked in any way. See Mai dose not take kindly to those who think it is funny to try to get into fights a lot. His personality is not all nice as it may seem, Kai holds a darker side to him that he dose not wanna reveal that often. When he dose though he turns into this rash thinking wolf who tares everything in his path. This came from living all his life as a loaner and loosing his family at a young age, but more of that later. When Mai is not laid back or in a total rampage, he is easy to get along with and to some may be even pleasant to talk with.
History: Pup: The day of his birth was on a cold winter night, a horrendous blizzard had swarmed his birth lands of Cercinia. A small black female gave birth to a littler of one, a male whom she and her mate named Kai as the pups first name, and Tavos as the last name. The tiny pup took his mothers appearance with her fully black coat and her duel colored eyes of yellow and purple. From his father, whom was fully red with three green dots under his green eyes, he got the dots and the red paws and strip down his spine. His parents names were Taymis (his father) and Mayos(his mother) where they got Mai's last name. The first few months of life was hard on him and his parents, the snow seemed to never stop falling. This led to a harsh time for his parents, trying to keep him warm and fed, while doing the same thing for them selves.
This did not last for ever though spring soon came to the lands and soon brought warmth and plenty of food to go along with it. At this time Mai was just starting to walk. His tiny paws carried him across the land as his father decided to start his lessons. Not the training in hunting fighting and all that stuff but more as telling him about things, like packs, how they are set up and all the ranks rolls. About different creatures in the land and the quickest and painless way to kill them. As the days went on Kai continued to grow in both strength and mind. At this time winter had begun to fall once more and Kai hit his year mark.
Year one:As his year birthday came so did more intense training, learning to hunt, fight, and all that fun stuff. The small brute whom is only half of his 41 inches at this time begun to train with his father who in the first three months over powered him in all the topics. Even though Kai was exhausted from all this training he still gave it all he could, after another month of training Mai had begun to equal his father's strength and skill. It took the young brute another month before he over powered his father, at this time he had reached his full height and weight. His father was proud of him that Kai had finally earned the title of an adult, well in his father's eyes if you do not meet or beat the one who trained you before your two year of age you are not an adult.
Kai had no idea what his father was talking about due to this topic but his father was talking about what he grew up under. Kai and his mother Mayos had no idea that his father ever belonged to a pack and that his father left with out letting the alpha know. Apparently this was not a good thing to do in that pack. One night on a winter just like the one he was born to a howl escaped in the distance. The family woke up and by the look on his father's face Mai knew something was wrong. Taymis looked at his family and motioned for them to remain in the den, but Kai did not listen he followed his father and to his surprise he saw a group of others, four in all. And his father seemed to be arguing with someone. Kai was not sure what was going on but once he saw then go after his father Kai lunged after the ones who were attacking him.
The fight went on for some time and Kai's black pelt was drenched in blood. He looked around seeing no life except his own, his eyes scanned the area and they soon landed upon his parents lifeless covered in snow. The earth had taken them, the brute's heart had broke on this day , the terrible day that had brought him to know the most wonderful parents ever. The same day had taken them two years later. The day of his birth.
Year two:In play now.
Threads: Grab the hook, onto the fish. Standing on the Edge.
Is open for more role plays: Maybe, Must ask.
Cheza
Appearance: Cheza is a stunning young femme, /Her Eye Color is a Dark Blue that stands out against her Cream color coat, among the colors of her fur,she also has a light russet color around her neck, on all four paws,under her belly and on the underside of her tail, also the tip of her tail too. The last color that is in her pelt is a light brown. Her ears are that color, following the top of her back and covering the rest of her tail, the light brown is also on the back side of each leg. Cheza is a very small she wolf only standing at the height of 27 inches, and weighing in at 85 lbs. to some she would be a burden, to others they judge by skills.
Personality: Cheza is a shy she-wolf and hates any conflict that may arise. When it comes to talking to others, she is not usually the first to speak and most likely the one to keep the conversation positive. Cheza tries to see the good in everyone, but even though she knows that not everyone has good in them. She sometimes refuses to acknowledge that fact, which can cause her trouble. If she gets attacked for no reason, she will defend her self regardless of what the odds were. Cheza likes to be alone most of the time, but when she wants company she will go and find another to talk with. She may be small and shy but if she needs to she is fierce, and a very good fighter.
History: pup: Cheza was born on a warm summer day, the sun was shining bright and all new life was beginning to emerge. In a medium sized den a litter of four puppies three males and a female, Cheza was the runt of the litter and her brothers towered over her, even as newborns. The odds of her survival looked slim to her mother, and at the time the pack that she was born into did not need weak ones in their lands. So just a few days old her mother picked her up by the scruff and carried her away from the safe warm den, The small pup, not even eyes opened, was soon dropped into a rushing stream. Cheza was not sure as to what was happening, all that could be herd was small cries from a little pup being carried down the river. Her mother did not stay she left and attended to the three males whom would be strong.
Soon the small pup washed up on to the shore barely alive, her chest rose and fell slowly, so slowly that it was hardly noticeable. A female who was takeing her babies out to try fish for the first time noticed the small pup upon the shore. She walked up to Cheza and sniffed the little baby, The female did not see the chest rise and fall of the little pup and turned around to her own pup. Cheza felt a small warmth of another and a small cry was let out. The female's ears perked up and looked at the baby, another cry came. She looked at the baby and picked Cheza up and looked at her daughter Rykou, "Rykou, let's go home, we have a new addition to the family, Cheza." Jadden spoke as she carried Cheza away from that river and to a new home that will be hers for a while.
As the months went by Cheza soon grew strong and healthy, she was still smaller than most but Jadden her mother did not mind it. To her Cheza was doing well in regards for what happened to her when she was just a little thing. As the moths went by she grew stronger and smarter with all the training that her mother and sister did with her. She pushed her self the best that she could with out hurting her self, and with that she soon became skilled in tracking, hunting and fighting. To Cheza and her mother this was a wonderful site, from the beginning she was cursed with the small frame that she holds. Cheza on the other hand managed to go around what stereotype was bestowed upon her.
Eventhough she was very skilled one thing that no matter how hard her mother or Rykou did Cheza was always silent, she did not speak to anyone around them. She would always stay to her self if she got the opportunity to do so. The only ones who she spoke to were her sister, Rykou, and her mother Jadden, other then them she said nothing, just stared off in to space, or went hunting when ever she had the free time.
Year one: As her first birthday appeared Cheza woke up from a night mare that she had the previous night. Her chest rose and fell as she panted from fright, she was not sure what was going on, who was the pure black dame who dropped her in the river. Why did she not come to the cries that Cheza so desperately made. Her deep blue eyes looked around the den her sister and mother were already gone and out doing what ever it was that did during the day. Cheza managed to bring her self to her paws and walked out of the den, To her surprise her sister stood their waiting for her, Cheza looked at her older sister and said nothing because Rykou already spoke. "Cheza, about time you woke up, mother is waiting for you." Rykou spoke as she led Cheza to their mother, Cheza was unsure as to what was happening.
As she approached her mother she could see the Alpha of the pack right their with her, Cheza saw the tears in her mother's eyes, and she was confused. What was going on here, her heart began to pound as she approached the two, her heart was pounding as she approached them, Cheza looked at Rykou who stopped and sis dot go any further. As Cheza made it to the two she looked at them and the Alpha spoke. "Cheza, Jadden, your adoptive mother, made a deal to raise you till your first birth day, and then you must leave this pack." Cheza looked at her mother who held her head down and said nothing, she said nothing as Cheza was escorted out of pack grounds.
For the next year cheza roamed around the land hunting what she can find, and finding anyplace to sleep any where that she could call home. Her heart was broken from the one who she never thought would hurt her. She soon found her self upon the land of Cercinia, Cheza had found her new home, maybe this was the one home that she live here forever.
Year two: In play
Threads:Not Quite the hunt.
Is open for more Roleplays:Maybe, must ask.
Sitca
Name: Sitca
Age:3
Gender:Female
Season of Birth: Summer
Eye Color:Red
Coat Color: Brown/Black
Height:38 inches
Weight: 170 lbs
Scars/Markings/Anything Else: She has black on all four paws all of her tail is black and her muzzle is black.
Health: very helthy
Personality: Sitca, who is she, well some would call her the lady of elegance. Others would say she was nothing less then a cunning individual. To Her on the other hand she is one of a kind, who likes to be who she is. Sitca is the leader type, she will do everything to make this place work to her ways. She sometimes will develop a temper on her if needed, and other times she will be the nicest wolf you could ever meet. Some of her negative personalities are that she would like to keep to her self, she may be strong but those close to her dose have a effect on her personality the most. She is indeed one of a kind, and from what she has been through you would have thought she would be a cold hearted bitch.
History: Pup: Sitca's birth was that like any others, well as far as she knows. She was born to a mated pair, or her mother and father. Names of her family is irrelevant at this time, but the first couple months she gained strength to get ready for the real world. Once she came to the age that she was able to leave the den, Sitca did not hesitate not one bit, she was out of that den with in seconds. Her small paws carried her across the ground, a small bundle of fur, not bigger than a small bush, raced across the lands. Her father kept a eye on her, Sitca was curious since birth, always on the move in search of new things. As a few more months went by she grew larger and stronger, getting more and more of her leader personality. Her parents were not sure as to what Sitca was thinking of half the time, but they knew she would grow up to be a great leader one day. As her year mark came closer she soon would start her training for hunting, fishing, and all the necessary skills for survivals.
Year one: On her first birthday Sitca was already in the fields learning to hunt, her father right along with her. She was not sure how to do all these things and at the same time was ready to take lead in hunts. She practiced her hunting for a few months before she got the skill down to a science. For the next couple months she would work on fighting, scouting, and sneaking. She was not fully sure as to the reasons that she needed to do all these things. During one of her patrols she encountered someone who was not apart of the pack that she resided in. This male was not something that she was ready for at the time, but she managed to suck up her urge to ignore it and she proceeded head on. She exchanged a few words with the stranger, to find out that this other was not here to harm anyone. The outsider explained his situation and with that, he went back on his way, and so did Sitca. The last final months of her first year alive was coming to a end, her two year marked the maturity if her and she was now no longer a child.
Year two: Once she turned two she was sent off to be mated to a prince of arrival pack, this she did not want. She did not want to be the bitch to a alpha where she would not get the chance to shine. Don't get Sitca wrong she understood where her duties lied, but she saw a different future, one that did not include her standing behind a male Alpha. Sitca Declined the marriage and with that left the pack and never returned, she knew she would miss her family, but this was to be accepted. She wanted to make a life for herself, and not let anyone dictate where she was to go. Her wondering took her across many lands, but the one she settled in was nothing less than Cercinia. A land that she saw her future starting and she would make something for her self on this land, she just knew it.
Year Three:[/u] In play
Threads:Are these Trees really this inviting.w/Justice We're not just toys. w/Riv
Is open for more Roleplays:Maybe, must ask
Eye Color:Yellow
Coat Color:Grey, Brown and white
Height:38 inches
Weight:200pounds
Scars/Markings/Anything Else:He has several scars on his hind left thigh. Markings he has four white socks markings, His left eye (right in images) has a white circle around it,the tip of his tail is brown, the inside of his ears are brown, and he has a brown around his neck like a collar.
Health: He is in decent helth physically, but mentally his is screwed a lot.
(note: don't post in here if you want to thread with any of my characters then owl me either on this account of the character you want to thread with's account. Very much appreciated.)
Ok first Character is my boy:
Kai Tavos:
Appearance: Kai is a stunning young male, he stands a stunning 41 inches and weighs 180 lbs. His base pelt color is pure black , on his fur he holds bright red markings. All four paws are stunning bright red, the front right leg is all red. He also has a strip of red running from the center of his forehead and all the way to the tip of his tail, covering the whole tip of his tail. To make this make even more stunning he has duel colored eyes the right eye is a bright yellow, and the left a deep purple. Under both eyes are three red dots with small bright green dots in the red dots.
Personality: Kai is a lay back kinda guy, most of the days you will see him staring off into space. He dose have a temper on him if he is provoked in any way. See Mai dose not take kindly to those who think it is funny to try to get into fights a lot. His personality is not all nice as it may seem, Kai holds a darker side to him that he dose not wanna reveal that often. When he dose though he turns into this rash thinking wolf who tares everything in his path. This came from living all his life as a loaner and loosing his family at a young age, but more of that later. When Mai is not laid back or in a total rampage, he is easy to get along with and to some may be even pleasant to talk with.
History: Pup: The day of his birth was on a cold winter night, a horrendous blizzard had swarmed his birth lands of Cercinia. A small black female gave birth to a littler of one, a male whom she and her mate named Kai as the pups first name, and Tavos as the last name. The tiny pup took his mothers appearance with her fully black coat and her duel colored eyes of yellow and purple. From his father, whom was fully red with three green dots under his green eyes, he got the dots and the red paws and strip down his spine. His parents names were Taymis (his father) and Mayos(his mother) where they got Mai's last name. The first few months of life was hard on him and his parents, the snow seemed to never stop falling. This led to a harsh time for his parents, trying to keep him warm and fed, while doing the same thing for them selves.
This did not last for ever though spring soon came to the lands and soon brought warmth and plenty of food to go along with it. At this time Mai was just starting to walk. His tiny paws carried him across the land as his father decided to start his lessons. Not the training in hunting fighting and all that stuff but more as telling him about things, like packs, how they are set up and all the ranks rolls. About different creatures in the land and the quickest and painless way to kill them. As the days went on Kai continued to grow in both strength and mind. At this time winter had begun to fall once more and Kai hit his year mark.
Year one:As his year birthday came so did more intense training, learning to hunt, fight, and all that fun stuff. The small brute whom is only half of his 41 inches at this time begun to train with his father who in the first three months over powered him in all the topics. Even though Kai was exhausted from all this training he still gave it all he could, after another month of training Mai had begun to equal his father's strength and skill. It took the young brute another month before he over powered his father, at this time he had reached his full height and weight. His father was proud of him that Kai had finally earned the title of an adult, well in his father's eyes if you do not meet or beat the one who trained you before your two year of age you are not an adult.
Kai had no idea what his father was talking about due to this topic but his father was talking about what he grew up under. Kai and his mother Mayos had no idea that his father ever belonged to a pack and that his father left with out letting the alpha know. Apparently this was not a good thing to do in that pack. One night on a winter just like the one he was born to a howl escaped in the distance. The family woke up and by the look on his father's face Mai knew something was wrong. Taymis looked at his family and motioned for them to remain in the den, but Kai did not listen he followed his father and to his surprise he saw a group of others, four in all. And his father seemed to be arguing with someone. Kai was not sure what was going on but once he saw then go after his father Kai lunged after the ones who were attacking him.
The fight went on for some time and Kai's black pelt was drenched in blood. He looked around seeing no life except his own, his eyes scanned the area and they soon landed upon his parents lifeless covered in snow. The earth had taken them, the brute's heart had broke on this day , the terrible day that had brought him to know the most wonderful parents ever. The same day had taken them two years later. The day of his birth.
Year two:In play now.
Threads: Grab the hook, onto the fish. Standing on the Edge.
Is open for more role plays: Maybe, Must ask.
Cheza
Appearance: Cheza is a stunning young femme, /Her Eye Color is a Dark Blue that stands out against her Cream color coat, among the colors of her fur,she also has a light russet color around her neck, on all four paws,under her belly and on the underside of her tail, also the tip of her tail too. The last color that is in her pelt is a light brown. Her ears are that color, following the top of her back and covering the rest of her tail, the light brown is also on the back side of each leg. Cheza is a very small she wolf only standing at the height of 27 inches, and weighing in at 85 lbs. to some she would be a burden, to others they judge by skills.
Personality: Cheza is a shy she-wolf and hates any conflict that may arise. When it comes to talking to others, she is not usually the first to speak and most likely the one to keep the conversation positive. Cheza tries to see the good in everyone, but even though she knows that not everyone has good in them. She sometimes refuses to acknowledge that fact, which can cause her trouble. If she gets attacked for no reason, she will defend her self regardless of what the odds were. Cheza likes to be alone most of the time, but when she wants company she will go and find another to talk with. She may be small and shy but if she needs to she is fierce, and a very good fighter.
History: pup: Cheza was born on a warm summer day, the sun was shining bright and all new life was beginning to emerge. In a medium sized den a litter of four puppies three males and a female, Cheza was the runt of the litter and her brothers towered over her, even as newborns. The odds of her survival looked slim to her mother, and at the time the pack that she was born into did not need weak ones in their lands. So just a few days old her mother picked her up by the scruff and carried her away from the safe warm den, The small pup, not even eyes opened, was soon dropped into a rushing stream. Cheza was not sure as to what was happening, all that could be herd was small cries from a little pup being carried down the river. Her mother did not stay she left and attended to the three males whom would be strong.
Soon the small pup washed up on to the shore barely alive, her chest rose and fell slowly, so slowly that it was hardly noticeable. A female who was takeing her babies out to try fish for the first time noticed the small pup upon the shore. She walked up to Cheza and sniffed the little baby, The female did not see the chest rise and fall of the little pup and turned around to her own pup. Cheza felt a small warmth of another and a small cry was let out. The female's ears perked up and looked at the baby, another cry came. She looked at the baby and picked Cheza up and looked at her daughter Rykou, "Rykou, let's go home, we have a new addition to the family, Cheza." Jadden spoke as she carried Cheza away from that river and to a new home that will be hers for a while.
As the months went by Cheza soon grew strong and healthy, she was still smaller than most but Jadden her mother did not mind it. To her Cheza was doing well in regards for what happened to her when she was just a little thing. As the moths went by she grew stronger and smarter with all the training that her mother and sister did with her. She pushed her self the best that she could with out hurting her self, and with that she soon became skilled in tracking, hunting and fighting. To Cheza and her mother this was a wonderful site, from the beginning she was cursed with the small frame that she holds. Cheza on the other hand managed to go around what stereotype was bestowed upon her.
Eventhough she was very skilled one thing that no matter how hard her mother or Rykou did Cheza was always silent, she did not speak to anyone around them. She would always stay to her self if she got the opportunity to do so. The only ones who she spoke to were her sister, Rykou, and her mother Jadden, other then them she said nothing, just stared off in to space, or went hunting when ever she had the free time.
Year one: As her first birthday appeared Cheza woke up from a night mare that she had the previous night. Her chest rose and fell as she panted from fright, she was not sure what was going on, who was the pure black dame who dropped her in the river. Why did she not come to the cries that Cheza so desperately made. Her deep blue eyes looked around the den her sister and mother were already gone and out doing what ever it was that did during the day. Cheza managed to bring her self to her paws and walked out of the den, To her surprise her sister stood their waiting for her, Cheza looked at her older sister and said nothing because Rykou already spoke. "Cheza, about time you woke up, mother is waiting for you." Rykou spoke as she led Cheza to their mother, Cheza was unsure as to what was happening.
As she approached her mother she could see the Alpha of the pack right their with her, Cheza saw the tears in her mother's eyes, and she was confused. What was going on here, her heart began to pound as she approached the two, her heart was pounding as she approached them, Cheza looked at Rykou who stopped and sis dot go any further. As Cheza made it to the two she looked at them and the Alpha spoke. "Cheza, Jadden, your adoptive mother, made a deal to raise you till your first birth day, and then you must leave this pack." Cheza looked at her mother who held her head down and said nothing, she said nothing as Cheza was escorted out of pack grounds.
For the next year cheza roamed around the land hunting what she can find, and finding anyplace to sleep any where that she could call home. Her heart was broken from the one who she never thought would hurt her. She soon found her self upon the land of Cercinia, Cheza had found her new home, maybe this was the one home that she live here forever.
Year two: In play
Threads:Not Quite the hunt.
Is open for more Roleplays:Maybe, must ask.
Sitca
Name: Sitca
Age:3
Gender:Female
Season of Birth: Summer
Eye Color:Red
Coat Color: Brown/Black
Height:38 inches
Weight: 170 lbs
Scars/Markings/Anything Else: She has black on all four paws all of her tail is black and her muzzle is black.
Health: very helthy
Personality: Sitca, who is she, well some would call her the lady of elegance. Others would say she was nothing less then a cunning individual. To Her on the other hand she is one of a kind, who likes to be who she is. Sitca is the leader type, she will do everything to make this place work to her ways. She sometimes will develop a temper on her if needed, and other times she will be the nicest wolf you could ever meet. Some of her negative personalities are that she would like to keep to her self, she may be strong but those close to her dose have a effect on her personality the most. She is indeed one of a kind, and from what she has been through you would have thought she would be a cold hearted bitch.
History: Pup: Sitca's birth was that like any others, well as far as she knows. She was born to a mated pair, or her mother and father. Names of her family is irrelevant at this time, but the first couple months she gained strength to get ready for the real world. Once she came to the age that she was able to leave the den, Sitca did not hesitate not one bit, she was out of that den with in seconds. Her small paws carried her across the ground, a small bundle of fur, not bigger than a small bush, raced across the lands. Her father kept a eye on her, Sitca was curious since birth, always on the move in search of new things. As a few more months went by she grew larger and stronger, getting more and more of her leader personality. Her parents were not sure as to what Sitca was thinking of half the time, but they knew she would grow up to be a great leader one day. As her year mark came closer she soon would start her training for hunting, fishing, and all the necessary skills for survivals.
Year one: On her first birthday Sitca was already in the fields learning to hunt, her father right along with her. She was not sure how to do all these things and at the same time was ready to take lead in hunts. She practiced her hunting for a few months before she got the skill down to a science. For the next couple months she would work on fighting, scouting, and sneaking. She was not fully sure as to the reasons that she needed to do all these things. During one of her patrols she encountered someone who was not apart of the pack that she resided in. This male was not something that she was ready for at the time, but she managed to suck up her urge to ignore it and she proceeded head on. She exchanged a few words with the stranger, to find out that this other was not here to harm anyone. The outsider explained his situation and with that, he went back on his way, and so did Sitca. The last final months of her first year alive was coming to a end, her two year marked the maturity if her and she was now no longer a child.
Year two: Once she turned two she was sent off to be mated to a prince of arrival pack, this she did not want. She did not want to be the bitch to a alpha where she would not get the chance to shine. Don't get Sitca wrong she understood where her duties lied, but she saw a different future, one that did not include her standing behind a male Alpha. Sitca Declined the marriage and with that left the pack and never returned, she knew she would miss her family, but this was to be accepted. She wanted to make a life for herself, and not let anyone dictate where she was to go. Her wondering took her across many lands, but the one she settled in was nothing less than Cercinia. A land that she saw her future starting and she would make something for her self on this land, she just knew it.
Year Three:[/u] In play
Threads:Are these Trees really this inviting.w/Justice We're not just toys. w/Riv
Is open for more Roleplays:Maybe, must ask
Vitas(Vi-tas),Joscf(Jo-scof)
Two
Male
Winter
Straight
Terohime
Loner for now
PERSONALITY:
This boy only at two has suffered so much that it too has effected his personality. From a small thing Vitas Joscf never really thought the world was all as it was made out to be. From his birth, his parents always told him that this world was the best. Vitas did not believe that at all, he could tell as a new born that this world was full of evil. Vitas was not always kind to others, it all changed at the first year of his life,but that is a story for later times. As of recent times those who encounter Vitas just the cold look in his eyes would send a message to them. He is cold to most he meets, but don't blame him for that. It takes time for him to gain trust in others,but once you have his trust you better not do something to make him regret that.
See Vitas Joscf is not a mean brute, he just was seen that way since his birth. Even though him himself did not understand why until later times, others seemed frightened of him. Sometimes his temper will take the best of him and he would not be seen for days some times weeks on end. He wonders off like this so that he is not to hurt anyone when he has his flashbacks. He can be mean if he wants to be, and will rip you apart if you give him reasons to. Don't get me wrong thought, Vitas is not a evil brute, he would never kill for the fun of it, but he is no saint either. His personality is mixed with so much stuff that it comes a bit hard to know what he will do next, what will trigger his flashbacks. I guess those who wish to deal with that are those who have a possibility to get through to him.
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This boy only at two has suffered so much that it too has effected his personality. From a small thing Vitas Joscf never really thought the world was all as it was made out to be. From his birth, his parents always told him that this world was the best. Vitas did not believe that at all, he could tell as a new born that this world was full of evil. Vitas was not always kind to others, it all changed at the first year of his life,but that is a story for later times. As of recent times those who encounter Vitas just the cold look in his eyes would send a message to them. He is cold to most he meets, but don't blame him for that. It takes time for him to gain trust in others,but once you have his trust you better not do something to make him regret that.
See Vitas Joscf is not a mean brute, he just was seen that way since his birth. Even though him himself did not understand why until later times, others seemed frightened of him. Sometimes his temper will take the best of him and he would not be seen for days some times weeks on end. He wonders off like this so that he is not to hurt anyone when he has his flashbacks. He can be mean if he wants to be, and will rip you apart if you give him reasons to. Don't get me wrong thought, Vitas is not a evil brute, he would never kill for the fun of it, but he is no saint either. His personality is mixed with so much stuff that it comes a bit hard to know what he will do next, what will trigger his flashbacks. I guess those who wish to deal with that are those who have a possibility to get through to him.
HISTORY:
Pup life:From the moment he was born his parents knew that something was off about him. Something that did not make since to them, unlike his siblings who were all black with grey eyes like their parents, Vitas came out with multi coloring upon his pelt. He did not have a spot of black upon him, and this was strange to them, to the whole pack actually. At first the pack assumed that it was only a thing at birth, and that his pelt will change over time, but as the months went by the colors only got brighter and more defiant that they were staying. Once it was certain that Vitas was indeed one of them the pack wanted nothing to do with him. Even his own family started to disown him, Ignoring that he even existed, no one looked at him. No one spoke to him, taught him anything, they all ignored him. For what! Some markings that were different then the rest, he did not understand the meaning behind that.
The small pup at the age of six months wondered around the dens, all those who crossed his path shook in fear and ran. OR they would spat at him and then leave also. This was not good on a young pup, having everyone ignore you, even your mother, the one that gave birth to you. His ears fell back upon his head as he walked across the den area, feeling hate and disgust shooting a him from every angle, they all hated and feared the small pup, but Vitas still did not understand why. That was until the elders of the pack, who were like the packs leaders, came up to him. Vitas was standing on guard because only those who approached him were their to try to kill him. The Elder looked at the frightened Vitas, instead of attacking him the dame gently lifted him up by the scruff. He was shaking with in his fur and scared as to what was going on. The female carried him gently in to the heart of the pack lands, their destination was a huge clearing. The young Vitas was soon placed upon a rock in the center of the clearing where all those could see him.
The small baby shook frantically scared out of his mind, those who stood around me were all the elders. Some of the higher ranking pack members, and his parents. All their eyes rested upon him, they all had different colored pelts, but Vitas still did not know what was different about him. The group started mumbling about him, and he knew it, he did not pick up all the words but the few that he did made him upset, and even more confused. "That child is a monster, it should not be aloud to live." "But the poor thing has no idea what he is.""That dose not matter, he will be like the rest were." Those words, those words stung like a vipers venom coursing thorough your veins. Then they all went silent, as the alpha of the group came foreword and walked up to Vitas.
He was one of the elders and Vitas was so confused, that was until the Alpha started to speak. "Every one, I know that you are frightened of this child right here, and i know what happened to the others who came out looking exactly like him. The same marking and everything, down to the eye color, some of you stated that we should just kill those who look like young Vitas here before they hit a year. I just want to let you know their will be no need of that, if the child dose not go down that path. The alpha turned to look at Vitas, and swiped his large paw across the pups face causing him to tumble off the rock. His small body was covered in small scratches but non that would leave a scar. "Now with that said, go forth and make sure he knows what will happen if he goes down that path." The Alpha spoke and before Vitas could get up he was lifted in to the air by someone and chucked as high as he could go.
The pup's eyes widened with fear, his thought raced, they were trying to kill him. He soon came crashing ion to the hard earth with such force that his left front leg broke. Vitas cried out in pain, as the beatings kept coming, one swipe after another, hitting his face, his under side and any place they could think of. Once they were satisfied that they taught him a lesson an elder came up to the blood covered pup and finally told him what this is about."You child have the blood of the god of evil running in your veins. You wear his markings, and coloring. When you hit your first birthday YOu better not follow in the path of the others. " Everyone left Vitas laying their Broken and soaked in blood, he was betrayed by those he thought were his family, he was dis owned by everyone. Vitas Tried to cry out in sorrow of the ones who he lost, but he couldn't instead eh drifted off in to darkness. Maybe their fear caused the others to go that way, maybe just maybe if they could learn to accept...those ....who... are...... different.
Year one: As his first birthday came rolling around, he was his full height of 38 inches weighing in at 200 pounds. Vitas knew that this was his year mark and everyone whom torchered him would pay, he did not care if he died in the process. He was in full rage, since that day he was being kicked around and beaten up. He knew that this will end this day, Vitas's pupils dilated and his teeth bared as the next one whom came to "teach him a lesson". Vitas pushed off with his hind legs and tore that bitch apart, the innocent pup whom would not have hurt anyone was now gone, and they did this. Vitas now knew the reason that the god Veritos gave the look to certain children, it was to test the pack. To see if fear will over power common since that those born like this only turn out to be killers if the pack dose not accept them. Even though Vitas was inside the body, He did not seem to be the one controlling it,not the one at all.
With in the first few minutes he blacked out and did not remember a thing, when he came through their was blood everywhere and those who survived were the ones who did not spat at him, or try to hurt him. most of the elders were gone and almost all of the adults of the pack. He looked around at the blood stained land, and with fear he took off far from that place. He killed them all, the blood upon his pelt proved it, proved that it was all his doing. Vitas ran endlessly for three days straight before he collapsed upon the ground, he laid their the scars upon his inter back left leg thigh was nothing but a reminder of what they did to him. Vitas was confused as to what was going on with him, was he really evil, or was it the god's doing. What ever it was he did not want a part of it, he did not know why he was like this, why him.
His ears laid back as he listened for any sounds, but nothing came to them. It was silent, completely silent and he knew that this would be it. He was to die here, why would he live, why would he be like this if it was not to die. As he closed his eyes he caught a glimpse of a figure coming from the distance. All Vitas could think was that this was it, it was his time to die, just like he brought upon so many. His eyes closed and he drifted off in to the darkness not before hearing the most wonderful voice he could have ever herd. "Hello... Don't worry i will help you." Vitas dreamed of his family before they realized that his pelt would not change. He remembered them and how happy they were with him. His siblings even played with him and they had the best time in the world. That was before his dream took for the worse, it got all dark and bodies fell all around him. Cries for help filled his ears, as he stood their, with...what.... a smile upon his face.
He shot up with fear in his eyes, he was still alive, but what and how. His yellow eyes focused upon a pure white dame with a black tipped tail and paws. Vitas had never seen anyone like her before, and for some reason she did not try to kill him. The dame turned around and smiled at him, "Oh you are finally awake. My name is Trixie, i found you collapsed and brought you back here. Can i know your name?" She spoke and Vitas was confused as to who this female was, so confused, did she not know who he was, or the markings. Vitas Joscf shook that thought off and he soon responded with his name. "My name is Vitas Joscf. And i thank you for helping me Trixie." He could to help it but this female made him forget about the troubles that he encountered in the past.
The Next eleven months were nothing special, Vitas was settling down with this dame and they made a home for one another. Vitas could not remember the last time he was this happy, he could not. Trixie was the one who saved him from himself, and Vitas was glad that she did. Even though nothing that of an interest happened with in these months, Vitas liked it, he liked the feeling of a normal life. The feeling that he gets when with Trixie, And he knows that she feels the same way for him. He could not help but wonder if this was his happy ending that he had always hoped for, but the next few days it turned for the worst. Trixie became very ill, and Vitas could not do much for her. All his methods to help her get better was not working. He could not let her die, after she taught him how to hunt, and fight, and even some healing ways. Vitas could only sit their by her side and watch her fade away day after day, until finally she was gone.
He could not bare to look at her like that, all in the cold and lifeless. Vitas looked over her as he said his good byes and even gave a farewell howl before he left once more. Maybe this was a sine for him, maybe he was never meant to be happy, and that this curse will follow him throughout his entire life. Vitas started to run some more, far from the deaths of those he once knew and cared for. He could not bare the site of them, but he could not run from it. Their faces follow him in his mind and dreams. They were to haunt him for the rest of his life, and he knew that, he knew that he could not allow him self close to others anymore. He just could not.
Year two:In play
Pup life:From the moment he was born his parents knew that something was off about him. Something that did not make since to them, unlike his siblings who were all black with grey eyes like their parents, Vitas came out with multi coloring upon his pelt. He did not have a spot of black upon him, and this was strange to them, to the whole pack actually. At first the pack assumed that it was only a thing at birth, and that his pelt will change over time, but as the months went by the colors only got brighter and more defiant that they were staying. Once it was certain that Vitas was indeed one of them the pack wanted nothing to do with him. Even his own family started to disown him, Ignoring that he even existed, no one looked at him. No one spoke to him, taught him anything, they all ignored him. For what! Some markings that were different then the rest, he did not understand the meaning behind that.
The small pup at the age of six months wondered around the dens, all those who crossed his path shook in fear and ran. OR they would spat at him and then leave also. This was not good on a young pup, having everyone ignore you, even your mother, the one that gave birth to you. His ears fell back upon his head as he walked across the den area, feeling hate and disgust shooting a him from every angle, they all hated and feared the small pup, but Vitas still did not understand why. That was until the elders of the pack, who were like the packs leaders, came up to him. Vitas was standing on guard because only those who approached him were their to try to kill him. The Elder looked at the frightened Vitas, instead of attacking him the dame gently lifted him up by the scruff. He was shaking with in his fur and scared as to what was going on. The female carried him gently in to the heart of the pack lands, their destination was a huge clearing. The young Vitas was soon placed upon a rock in the center of the clearing where all those could see him.
The small baby shook frantically scared out of his mind, those who stood around me were all the elders. Some of the higher ranking pack members, and his parents. All their eyes rested upon him, they all had different colored pelts, but Vitas still did not know what was different about him. The group started mumbling about him, and he knew it, he did not pick up all the words but the few that he did made him upset, and even more confused. "That child is a monster, it should not be aloud to live." "But the poor thing has no idea what he is.""That dose not matter, he will be like the rest were." Those words, those words stung like a vipers venom coursing thorough your veins. Then they all went silent, as the alpha of the group came foreword and walked up to Vitas.
He was one of the elders and Vitas was so confused, that was until the Alpha started to speak. "Every one, I know that you are frightened of this child right here, and i know what happened to the others who came out looking exactly like him. The same marking and everything, down to the eye color, some of you stated that we should just kill those who look like young Vitas here before they hit a year. I just want to let you know their will be no need of that, if the child dose not go down that path. The alpha turned to look at Vitas, and swiped his large paw across the pups face causing him to tumble off the rock. His small body was covered in small scratches but non that would leave a scar. "Now with that said, go forth and make sure he knows what will happen if he goes down that path." The Alpha spoke and before Vitas could get up he was lifted in to the air by someone and chucked as high as he could go.
The pup's eyes widened with fear, his thought raced, they were trying to kill him. He soon came crashing ion to the hard earth with such force that his left front leg broke. Vitas cried out in pain, as the beatings kept coming, one swipe after another, hitting his face, his under side and any place they could think of. Once they were satisfied that they taught him a lesson an elder came up to the blood covered pup and finally told him what this is about."You child have the blood of the god of evil running in your veins. You wear his markings, and coloring. When you hit your first birthday YOu better not follow in the path of the others. " Everyone left Vitas laying their Broken and soaked in blood, he was betrayed by those he thought were his family, he was dis owned by everyone. Vitas Tried to cry out in sorrow of the ones who he lost, but he couldn't instead eh drifted off in to darkness. Maybe their fear caused the others to go that way, maybe just maybe if they could learn to accept...those ....who... are...... different.
Year one: As his first birthday came rolling around, he was his full height of 38 inches weighing in at 200 pounds. Vitas knew that this was his year mark and everyone whom torchered him would pay, he did not care if he died in the process. He was in full rage, since that day he was being kicked around and beaten up. He knew that this will end this day, Vitas's pupils dilated and his teeth bared as the next one whom came to "teach him a lesson". Vitas pushed off with his hind legs and tore that bitch apart, the innocent pup whom would not have hurt anyone was now gone, and they did this. Vitas now knew the reason that the god Veritos gave the look to certain children, it was to test the pack. To see if fear will over power common since that those born like this only turn out to be killers if the pack dose not accept them. Even though Vitas was inside the body, He did not seem to be the one controlling it,not the one at all.
With in the first few minutes he blacked out and did not remember a thing, when he came through their was blood everywhere and those who survived were the ones who did not spat at him, or try to hurt him. most of the elders were gone and almost all of the adults of the pack. He looked around at the blood stained land, and with fear he took off far from that place. He killed them all, the blood upon his pelt proved it, proved that it was all his doing. Vitas ran endlessly for three days straight before he collapsed upon the ground, he laid their the scars upon his inter back left leg thigh was nothing but a reminder of what they did to him. Vitas was confused as to what was going on with him, was he really evil, or was it the god's doing. What ever it was he did not want a part of it, he did not know why he was like this, why him.
His ears laid back as he listened for any sounds, but nothing came to them. It was silent, completely silent and he knew that this would be it. He was to die here, why would he live, why would he be like this if it was not to die. As he closed his eyes he caught a glimpse of a figure coming from the distance. All Vitas could think was that this was it, it was his time to die, just like he brought upon so many. His eyes closed and he drifted off in to the darkness not before hearing the most wonderful voice he could have ever herd. "Hello... Don't worry i will help you." Vitas dreamed of his family before they realized that his pelt would not change. He remembered them and how happy they were with him. His siblings even played with him and they had the best time in the world. That was before his dream took for the worse, it got all dark and bodies fell all around him. Cries for help filled his ears, as he stood their, with...what.... a smile upon his face.
He shot up with fear in his eyes, he was still alive, but what and how. His yellow eyes focused upon a pure white dame with a black tipped tail and paws. Vitas had never seen anyone like her before, and for some reason she did not try to kill him. The dame turned around and smiled at him, "Oh you are finally awake. My name is Trixie, i found you collapsed and brought you back here. Can i know your name?" She spoke and Vitas was confused as to who this female was, so confused, did she not know who he was, or the markings. Vitas Joscf shook that thought off and he soon responded with his name. "My name is Vitas Joscf. And i thank you for helping me Trixie." He could to help it but this female made him forget about the troubles that he encountered in the past.
The Next eleven months were nothing special, Vitas was settling down with this dame and they made a home for one another. Vitas could not remember the last time he was this happy, he could not. Trixie was the one who saved him from himself, and Vitas was glad that she did. Even though nothing that of an interest happened with in these months, Vitas liked it, he liked the feeling of a normal life. The feeling that he gets when with Trixie, And he knows that she feels the same way for him. He could not help but wonder if this was his happy ending that he had always hoped for, but the next few days it turned for the worst. Trixie became very ill, and Vitas could not do much for her. All his methods to help her get better was not working. He could not let her die, after she taught him how to hunt, and fight, and even some healing ways. Vitas could only sit their by her side and watch her fade away day after day, until finally she was gone.
He could not bare to look at her like that, all in the cold and lifeless. Vitas looked over her as he said his good byes and even gave a farewell howl before he left once more. Maybe this was a sine for him, maybe he was never meant to be happy, and that this curse will follow him throughout his entire life. Vitas started to run some more, far from the deaths of those he once knew and cared for. He could not bare the site of them, but he could not run from it. Their faces follow him in his mind and dreams. They were to haunt him for the rest of his life, and he knew that, he knew that he could not allow him self close to others anymore. He just could not.
Year two:In play
Eye Color:Yellow
Coat Color:Grey, Brown and white
Height:38 inches
Weight:200pounds
Scars/Markings/Anything Else:He has several scars on his hind left thigh. Markings he has four white socks markings, His left eye (right in images) has a white circle around it,the tip of his tail is brown, the inside of his ears are brown, and he has a brown around his neck like a collar.
Health: He is in decent helth physically, but mentally his is screwed a lot.
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