Post by Midnight on Nov 25, 2008 18:30:00 GMT -5
Name:Judgemental. [nicknames, Judge]
Gender: Brute
Age: 4/5?
Element: Lightning
Power: he can create ligthning bolts and control storms (if there is one)
Weakness: The essance of his power is closly tied to storms. If there is no storm though he can create bolt, they are not deadly
Likes:(name five)
Dislikes:(name five)
Appearance: Judge has long legs, traditionally from his species. His ears are also long, often standing straight instead of bending. His pelt is sleek and smooth, underneath with rippling, strong muscles. His fur is red-orange. Like any kin, his forehead is light silver, as well as his silver-gray pawpads. Instead of red, his legs are white, with several random dark splotches. His underbelly is creamy white, with a scar going down midway. Judge's eyes are a dark, tantalizing blue, that fade out to sea green. He has a scar that tore halfway through his left ear; though it may hurt at times, it never fazes him. Another scar lies between his shoulders, from a plummet that clawed his back. The last scar is his missing tailtip- something unmentioned before.
Pack/Ranck: N/A
Personality:Judgemental follows the path of his ancestors. He tends to be shy, and doesn't speak more often than needed. He is skilled at keeping secrets; he has some bad ones of his own. Usually known to hunt alone or with one, maybe two other wolves, Judge is careful with his company. Nocturnal, he mainly goes out at night, where he can keep within the shadows and avoid eye contact with anyone. He prefers to sleep through the day, but out of respect for his leader he keeps up on patrols and goes out to hunt alone once or twice in the daylight. Judge often takes mental notes of things, and is good at noticing feelings or objects. The thing he masters? Fighting
History: Judge was born near the Samara pack. His mother had been forced, and had no energy left. She died after delivering the pup to the camp, dragging herself away until she reached the river and the last breath left her. He never knew this, but his mother eventually fell down Mortimer Falls, her body and two other pups inside of her decaying. Welcomed into the pack, he was given to a pregnant wolf to care for. At one and a half months he weaned, and sent himself searching for his birth mother. He wandered out to the waterfall, having thought he found her scent, and franctically searched. He slipped, falling and hitting his shoulder on a rock. Landing a little ways below, one of Samara's air elementals found him and brought him back. Stuck in the medicine wolf's den, he'd learned his lesson the hard way.
Half a month passed. Finally Judge was released from the den, and sent back to his adoptive mother. He had a scar, now, on his upper back, from the rock hitting him. His tail had also been partially broken; sadly, the medicine wolf had to somehow remove it. The way was biting. Judge still hurt, but he never showed it. At three months, he accepted the fact that his mother would never return. Since he hadn't known her, it wasn't that big of a deal, but he was still sad. He wanted to see his father, at least, but he didn't know it was some strange wolf who'd forced his mother. Three months passed, and he became an apprentice. On the first day he excelled in fighting, but the other things did badly. Training hard, he soon began to be better at fighting than the other apprentices. Wandering out to the waterfall, he remembered the hard fall, how he'd scented his mother there, wanting to know her, searching. He let out his first real howl, then went back to his training. At just ten months they dropped fighting, as his own mentor didn't have anything else to teach him. Going on to hunting, he learned what there was to learn, and though he didn't do all that well, the fighting made up for it.
The months passed, and he allowed himself to be called Stricken instead of Judge or Judgemental. Always the first to want to join a battle, he held himself back a lot. Other wolves needed to fight, too. He was soon proclaimed a master, for his amazing attacking abilities, and he was proud. For a short period, he wasn't as shy as usual, and made hits with the femmes. However, he didn't actually fall in love; he just kept going like that for a year, then returned to his shy state. At two years and counting, he was still skilled at battles and was easily willing to go instead of another wolf. He never mated, as he kept in his lone den, but got several friends. Two died in battle, and he sharpened his claws to fight the wolves that had caused it. Another one of his friends died of illness, and a fourth committed suicide. Angered but strong, he went back to battle and fought for all he was worth. Several wolves would have died that day, had he not released his grip on their throat first. While he was single-handedly attacking two wolves, someone else lunged at him and ripped off a triangle of his ear, skinny part close to his head. Even more unforgiving after that, he returned to his den and allowed himself to be alone.
At four years, he realized that he would get no friends being the way he was. He liked being aggressive, but Judge knew other wolves might not like him that way. Popular among the pack, he chose to befriend everyone. Smiling with open arms to each newcomer, he was willing to mentor anyone who came along. However, he was rarely chosen. Taking it lightly, he didn't mind, and continued on like that until his fifth year. That's when he fell in love with the only wolf he knew he couldn't be with for a long time, if at all. Judge kept close to himself, forbidding himself to see her, fighting back. Standing strong, he tried hard, knowing it was useless, but still trying.
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Gender: Brute
Age: 4/5?
Element
Power
Weakness: The essance of his power is closly tied to storms. If there is no storm though he can create bolt, they are not deadly
Likes:(name five)
Dislikes:(name five)
Appearance: Judge has long legs, traditionally from his species. His ears are also long, often standing straight instead of bending. His pelt is sleek and smooth, underneath with rippling, strong muscles. His fur is red-orange. Like any kin, his forehead is light silver, as well as his silver-gray pawpads. Instead of red, his legs are white, with several random dark splotches. His underbelly is creamy white, with a scar going down midway. Judge's eyes are a dark, tantalizing blue, that fade out to sea green. He has a scar that tore halfway through his left ear; though it may hurt at times, it never fazes him. Another scar lies between his shoulders, from a plummet that clawed his back. The last scar is his missing tailtip- something unmentioned before.
Pack/Ranck: N/A
Personality:Judgemental follows the path of his ancestors. He tends to be shy, and doesn't speak more often than needed. He is skilled at keeping secrets; he has some bad ones of his own. Usually known to hunt alone or with one, maybe two other wolves, Judge is careful with his company. Nocturnal, he mainly goes out at night, where he can keep within the shadows and avoid eye contact with anyone. He prefers to sleep through the day, but out of respect for his leader he keeps up on patrols and goes out to hunt alone once or twice in the daylight. Judge often takes mental notes of things, and is good at noticing feelings or objects. The thing he masters? Fighting
History: Judge was born near the Samara pack. His mother had been forced, and had no energy left. She died after delivering the pup to the camp, dragging herself away until she reached the river and the last breath left her. He never knew this, but his mother eventually fell down Mortimer Falls, her body and two other pups inside of her decaying. Welcomed into the pack, he was given to a pregnant wolf to care for. At one and a half months he weaned, and sent himself searching for his birth mother. He wandered out to the waterfall, having thought he found her scent, and franctically searched. He slipped, falling and hitting his shoulder on a rock. Landing a little ways below, one of Samara's air elementals found him and brought him back. Stuck in the medicine wolf's den, he'd learned his lesson the hard way.
Half a month passed. Finally Judge was released from the den, and sent back to his adoptive mother. He had a scar, now, on his upper back, from the rock hitting him. His tail had also been partially broken; sadly, the medicine wolf had to somehow remove it. The way was biting. Judge still hurt, but he never showed it. At three months, he accepted the fact that his mother would never return. Since he hadn't known her, it wasn't that big of a deal, but he was still sad. He wanted to see his father, at least, but he didn't know it was some strange wolf who'd forced his mother. Three months passed, and he became an apprentice. On the first day he excelled in fighting, but the other things did badly. Training hard, he soon began to be better at fighting than the other apprentices. Wandering out to the waterfall, he remembered the hard fall, how he'd scented his mother there, wanting to know her, searching. He let out his first real howl, then went back to his training. At just ten months they dropped fighting, as his own mentor didn't have anything else to teach him. Going on to hunting, he learned what there was to learn, and though he didn't do all that well, the fighting made up for it.
The months passed, and he allowed himself to be called Stricken instead of Judge or Judgemental. Always the first to want to join a battle, he held himself back a lot. Other wolves needed to fight, too. He was soon proclaimed a master, for his amazing attacking abilities, and he was proud. For a short period, he wasn't as shy as usual, and made hits with the femmes. However, he didn't actually fall in love; he just kept going like that for a year, then returned to his shy state. At two years and counting, he was still skilled at battles and was easily willing to go instead of another wolf. He never mated, as he kept in his lone den, but got several friends. Two died in battle, and he sharpened his claws to fight the wolves that had caused it. Another one of his friends died of illness, and a fourth committed suicide. Angered but strong, he went back to battle and fought for all he was worth. Several wolves would have died that day, had he not released his grip on their throat first. While he was single-handedly attacking two wolves, someone else lunged at him and ripped off a triangle of his ear, skinny part close to his head. Even more unforgiving after that, he returned to his den and allowed himself to be alone.
At four years, he realized that he would get no friends being the way he was. He liked being aggressive, but Judge knew other wolves might not like him that way. Popular among the pack, he chose to befriend everyone. Smiling with open arms to each newcomer, he was willing to mentor anyone who came along. However, he was rarely chosen. Taking it lightly, he didn't mind, and continued on like that until his fifth year. That's when he fell in love with the only wolf he knew he couldn't be with for a long time, if at all. Judge kept close to himself, forbidding himself to see her, fighting back. Standing strong, he tried hard, knowing it was useless, but still trying.
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