Post by Hellfire on Dec 22, 2011 23:49:34 GMT -5
Name: Hellfire. Or Hell
Age: Three
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Base Color: Raven black.
Markings: He's got three red stripes running from the base of his nose. One goes down the middle of his face, down his poll then travels spine. The other two jut off from opposite sites of his face, and travel the length of his body. He's also got a marking in the shape of a skull on his shoulder.
Mutation(s): Wings
Eye Color: Gold
Defects: Hellfire is some what bipolar, and some what schizophrenic.
Personality: He is quick with his tongue, but also he will always back up his words with actions. So, if he says he's going to do something, you better get it damn straight that he's gonna do what he said he was going to do. He isn't really one to be loyal to anyone except for his elders. And even then, you have to earn his respect. The only wolves that get it right off the back are the Alphas. He will pay through the nose to do what ever is asked of him, even if it means he is killed in the process. He would much more like to die with honor than to die a traitor. That was the worst thing that could ever happen to a wolf in his book. He isn't so insane in the head as some make him out to be. It's all a tactic to drive others off and leave him to do what is needed to be done. He's...well. He doesn't like working with others unless they have to answer to him. He's...well. He's got a dominate personality.
History: Not much is known about his history. What the whole pack knows on a whole is that as a pup he was taught to kill. And to get rid of anything that stands in his way. What the Alpha's know that others don't is the fact that his father was one of the top trusted warriors. He was vain though, and he wanted his son to follow in his footsteps. From birth he was forced to work at the art of killing for it is truly an art, mind you. To lunge, rip, claw. To dodge, and jump away. To get low to the terra and bunch your muscles up behind you to spring in and take the kill. To break the neck. He never had a pup hood. He was never taught anything other than how to kill. How to destroy. He was taught to have a lust for blood. To want the feel of the crimson fluid on his maw. A killer. A well-mannered one at that, but a killer all the same. Once unleashed on a force, it was next to impossible to stop him. But, like all wolves he could be brought down. And easily, if you knew how to throw him into a blind rage that sets him up for his own doom. But, you'd have to know and if I tell you here you'd know, wouldn't you? Anyways, he already had respect for the Alphas from the moment he came into service for them.
Age: Three
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Base Color: Raven black.
Markings: He's got three red stripes running from the base of his nose. One goes down the middle of his face, down his poll then travels spine. The other two jut off from opposite sites of his face, and travel the length of his body. He's also got a marking in the shape of a skull on his shoulder.
Mutation(s): Wings
Eye Color: Gold
Defects: Hellfire is some what bipolar, and some what schizophrenic.
Personality: He is quick with his tongue, but also he will always back up his words with actions. So, if he says he's going to do something, you better get it damn straight that he's gonna do what he said he was going to do. He isn't really one to be loyal to anyone except for his elders. And even then, you have to earn his respect. The only wolves that get it right off the back are the Alphas. He will pay through the nose to do what ever is asked of him, even if it means he is killed in the process. He would much more like to die with honor than to die a traitor. That was the worst thing that could ever happen to a wolf in his book. He isn't so insane in the head as some make him out to be. It's all a tactic to drive others off and leave him to do what is needed to be done. He's...well. He doesn't like working with others unless they have to answer to him. He's...well. He's got a dominate personality.
History: Not much is known about his history. What the whole pack knows on a whole is that as a pup he was taught to kill. And to get rid of anything that stands in his way. What the Alpha's know that others don't is the fact that his father was one of the top trusted warriors. He was vain though, and he wanted his son to follow in his footsteps. From birth he was forced to work at the art of killing for it is truly an art, mind you. To lunge, rip, claw. To dodge, and jump away. To get low to the terra and bunch your muscles up behind you to spring in and take the kill. To break the neck. He never had a pup hood. He was never taught anything other than how to kill. How to destroy. He was taught to have a lust for blood. To want the feel of the crimson fluid on his maw. A killer. A well-mannered one at that, but a killer all the same. Once unleashed on a force, it was next to impossible to stop him. But, like all wolves he could be brought down. And easily, if you knew how to throw him into a blind rage that sets him up for his own doom. But, you'd have to know and if I tell you here you'd know, wouldn't you? Anyways, he already had respect for the Alphas from the moment he came into service for them.