Nifth--Martyr // DONE

[Glaciers are Cold]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2][style=background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/9Cxxb.png'); width: 620px; height: 300px; border: #fff 1px dashed;] [/style][style=font-family: times; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 30px; color: #eef4f0;]& NIFTH `[/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align:justify; width: 620px; line-height: 8px; color: #d2c9c6;]WE AINT EVER GONNA WIN BUT IT DON'T MEAN WE CAN'T TRY IT'S A LOSING BATTLE ALL THE WAY BUT IT'S WORTH THE CRY - - - - [/style]
[atrb=width,440][style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 450px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #eaf0ec; color:#423c42;] AINT NO ROSES TO SEND ME TO THE MORGUE Pack Martyr Rank Fighter Gender Male Age 4 years MAYBE DEAR YOUR COLORS DON'T SHOW Fur Color Earth tones Eye Color Black Scars A mess of half-healed scars cover his entire back. Appearance Nifth is a very enormous beauty. He has a myriad of dusty-ash fur overlapping deep coal and milky cream. He has a regal posture, and can appear quite fearsome and intimidating with his stocky legs, sweeping hazel-amber tail, hard black eyes, and curled lip. Wavelets of varying shades of fur ripple over taut muscles that bulge. His immense stature and size can truly be frightening. His eyes also seem cold and cruel. They are the deepest coal-midnight black that seem to penetrate the mind and kill the senses. Although he is undoubtedly handsome, she-wolves tend to stay away from his literally killer looks. AND YET IT ISN'T A SIN TO KILL THOSE YOU LOVE Power Type Dream Manipulation Power Branch Enter someone else's dreams Personality Nifth is a dreamer, easily frightened, somewhat intimidating, and strangely compassionate. All his life he has spent thinking his thoughts and hopes of a better society, one which isn't so harsh. He often falls into a daze and just zones out, his dark eyes glassy and distant. He walks the worlds of his dreams and anyone else's as easily as in the waking world. It is almost effortless how he seamlessly slides through dreams, twisting and contorting them as he enters them and leaves them. However, although his large stature is terrifying (bulging muscles that flex almost unconsciously and ripple beneath his handsome pelt), he is easily terrified. Blood repulses him, that scarlet sticky substance. But still he is a phenomenal Fighter, even as what could be described as a psychological experiment plays on his nerves. He can easily rip another's skin to shreds, only to realize his deed and break down weeping. He also possesses a deep and rare compassion, which is what triggers his mental breakdowns. He would be a ferocious beast, ravenously raking at flesh until it is stripped to the bone, then seem to wake up from a daze and fall into a slump. Preferences He loves to spend his time in open plain areas, and look at the birds and wildlife around him. However, he does not like creatures larger than him, oceans, or closely packed woods. Strengths/Weaknesses Nifth is very strong and large and intimidating. However, he is easily frightened and soft at heart. He fears large bodies of water, heights, and forest areas. HOW IS THERE A PAST IF NO ONE REMEMBERS NO MORE Family His mother is Alorin, and his father is Cremato (dead). He has a sister named Candance, but his other sister, Keyia, died in infancy. Regrets The fact that for his survival, his beloved sister Keyia had to die. Secret Ambitions He's not very ambitious (kind of afraid of ambition, haha). History Nifth's tale is not so different from any other wolf living in such harsh times. It was expected that throughout his young life there would be pain, sorrow, and grief. His father died when a savage band of his own pack mates attacked him. Cremato was strong and had a very powerful grip and strike, but he was hardly a match for the large onslaught of senior wolves. But before his unfortunate death, Nifth and his littermates were conceived so they later grew up never knowing their father. Quite typical. Keyia was the runt of the litter, a very unexpected thing as Alorin and Cremato were perhaps among the most powerful and physically abled wolves. They had anticipated a litter of fine and robust children but that was apparently not so. Thus when drought swept the realms, Alorin could not produce enough milk to feed her children, and also thus Keyia was put away so that the stronger pups could survive. Like his father, and the grandfathers spanning before him in his powerful lineage, Nifth became a Fighter as was tradition. He trained himself hard after the age of 2, working tirelessly out in the open fields, where he specialized in quiet, stealthy movements in the exposed lands. Without cover of the trees that terrified him, he developed speed and stamina. But also, somewhere in his strong genetics something went wrong. He had compassion. Sympathy. Dreams. And these ruined the hunting and the fighting for him. And they still do, and perhaps always would. LISTEN HIGH LISTEN LOW IF YOU'RE A GENIE LET IT SHOW BUT WISHES AINT WITH US NO MORE JUST ANOTHER URBAN LEGEND WE'LL NEVER EVER KNOW [/style]	[atrb=width,140][style=margin-top: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 140px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #eaf0ec; color:#423c42; text-align:center;] status , Finally. Done. amazingness , 8.783 notes , la la la I suck at singing [/style]
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