Post by » §TORM « on May 19, 2011 19:34:22 GMT -8
| [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://i52.tinypic.com/2q23hmw.jpg'); width: 620px; height: 300px; border: #fff 1px dashed;] [/style][style=font-family: times; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 30px; color: #eef4f0;]& Amorin`[/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align:justify; width: 620px; line-height: 8px; color: #d2c9c6;]EVERYTHING I DO IS BITTERSWEET YOU COULD TELL ME SECRETS THAT'LL I'LL PROBABLY REPEAT I'M NOT TRYING TO HURT YOU - - - [/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;] I JUST LOVE TO SPEAK Pack Martyr Rank Alpha Gender Male Age 5 Years IT FEELS LIKE WE'RE PULLING TEETH Fur Color Brown, Grey, and White Eye Color Amber Scars Eight puckered marks along his belly. Appearance Standing at nearly 34 inches at the shoulder and 6.5 feet from nose to tail, Amorin is a very, very large wolf. Due to his stature, he is exceptionally skinny; it takes a lot to put meat on those over-sized bones. Despite his awkward thinness, he looks rather heavy. His fur hangs over him in thick blankets. Eight pucker marks are drawn just below his ribcage over his belly, a reminder of the fight he battled to protect his family. Enormous, mud colored patches line over her back, shoulders, and hind quarters, which fade into a copper color that splashes over the top of his head. A deep gray hue lines the brown, and runs down his legs and right along his spine. White covers the majority of his face and underbelly, snaking up to create an off white stripe just under his shoulders. His eyes are a dull amber color, lined with a rim of black that flicks out towards either side of his face. Two thick patches of white are dotted above his eyes, much like the eyebrows of a human would be. His muzzle is narrow and long, filled with razor sharp teeth, topped with black accents of skin. SO BITTERSWEET Power Type Empathy Power Branch Read someone else's thoughts Personality For the most part, Amorin is very tolerable. He has a kind heart, with a soft spot for pups. Outsiders don't bother him as much as they usually bother others; he was there once, even though he doesn't remember it. He obeys the packs order-alpha, beta, fighters and protectors, and so on and so forth-though rarely holds any discrimination towards lower ranks. Every relationship Amorin holds with another, whether it be friend or enemy, is based on respect. He knew that he worked hard to get where he is today. He hunted twice as hard, fought twice as intense, and obeyed any rules twice as strict. With his respect come trust, which could lead to better rankings and food for those he feels earned it. Love was something Amorin never came in contact with. As he was growing up, he focused on his standards rather than she-wolves. Any female that had tried to "flirt" with him, made him uncomfortable. Usually they made him think of his sister, and who wanted to think of falling in love with their own sibling? He never learned out to be cute and sweet or how to charm a she-wolf. Awkwardness fills his whole body when any advance is made on him by a female. Amorin hold's a very specific trait that could make him very unfit as a leader; blood lust. It's not that he's a killer or that he goes around picking fights for no reason, but something about the thrill of fighting intrigues him. It takes nearly all of his strength not to hop into a fight, even if its just a small wrestling match between younger wolves. The sight of blood makes him antsy, and it's almost like a whole other Amorin comes out. To keep the urge to fight at bay, he goes hunting often. The trait didn't develop until shortly before he became alpha. Preferences The cold, peace, large game, pack life Strengths/Weaknesses Respectful leader, strong, level headed // Urge to fight, she-wolves ALL THAT HATE IS GONNA BURN YOU UP Family Lunis - Sister - Martyr ;; Adela - Mother - Loner ;; Unknown - Brother - Canopus ;; Unknown - Brother - Loner ;; Jax - Father - Deceased ;; Unknown - Sister - Unknown Regrets Not paying attention to his power when he first heard it. Secret Ambitions Rule over his pack flawlessly, and over come his urge to fight. History Being a young, beautiful she-wolf during a time such as this had it's benefits. You could receive shelter, fresh kill, and protection from any brutes with malicious intent. Adela left her mother at six months to live on her own. She stayed a loner; it was how she was raised. However, she was still wasn't full grown, so she used her looks and charming personality to her advantage. Her home switched every other week or so for the first two years of her life. Most other loners welcomed her with open "arms" so to speak, she was young and fit, and could help out with hunting. Plus, she wasn't exactly bad company. However, not all wolves are as kind as the one's she had encountered before, and Adela's judgement wasn't exactly the greatest. She was spending her time with a small pack of males. Most were kind to her, but one stuck out to her. His name was Jax, and he was their alpha. He always got what he wanted. Always. And Jax decided that he wanted Adela. He told the pack that he was going to hunt and give Adela a proper lesson so she could survive longer on her own. The pack had nodded lazily and went back to their daily routines. He led her a distance from the pack before attacking and force breeding her. She left the pack that night, not wanting to be near them any longer. She spent the next month and a half in hiding; Jax swore that if she ran, he'd hunt her down. She encountered the pack once, only to find that he'd been killed by a rival wolf. They offered her to come back, but she solemnly refused, not sure if they could be trusted. Over time, her body grew full with the life of her pups, while the rest of her fell thin to malnutrition. She ate when she could, relying on squirrels and rabbits to sustain her. Hunting wasn't exactly an easy thing for her at this time. When the time neared for her to finally birth the pups she'd housed for nearly two months, she was overcome with sadness. In her gut, she knew that it would be impossible to keep all of her offspring if she wanted any of them to live. She began watching the nearby packs, hoping to find a well suited home for them. Two caught her interest, and she decided she would abandon them there and hope for the best. The time arrived at last, and Adela was graced-or rather cursed-with the life of seven pups. The last two born didn't last the night, but the others seemed to be holding on strong. As soon as possible, she took the pups to their designated homes: a boy and a girl to Martyr, a girl to Canopus, and a boy to the pack that Jax had once reigned. The final pup she kept along her side. The two left outside of the lands Martyr were in luck; the alphess had just recently had her own litter of three, with plenty of milk to let the two newcomers thrive. She adopted them as her own, despite the lack of food in the area. The alphess, Naka, had a soft spot for pups and couldn't watch them die. She named the two pups, Amorin for the boy, and Lunis for the girl. As hard as their "mother" tried to hide it, the two knew they were outsiders. The pack didn't treat them with the same respect they gave their "litter mates," they ate after the rest of the pack, and were never taken seriously as pack members. Amorin hated it with a passion, while Lunis blew it off. The two became attached. They hunted together, wrestled together, and grew together. Unfortunately, wolves do grow, and they couldn't stay pups forever. They were around two years when Lunis recognized her power: she could heal her pack members' minor wounds. "I'm supposed to be a protector. I can finally serve my pack as more than just a charity piece," she had told him, and her words broke his heart. His sister had always been right by his side; but he knew he couldn't be a protector. It's not that Amorin was vicious, he was just strong, and felt the urge to earn the respect of the pack in a different way. Eventually he caved to the fact that he needed to be a fighter and fulfilled his duty. Though he would never admit it, he was jealous that Lunis had a power and he didn't. It wasn't fair that she was practically destined to her spot in the pack, while he was left unsure. He was nearly four when his gift finally hit him. Words starting interrupting Amorin's thoughts. "Five moonfalls..." Though not everything was transfered into his mind, the words that did make it were clear as day. "Alpha...will fall...Blood...take his place..." The message came to him over a period of days, before Amorin realized that it was another wolf's thoughts. He became somewhat paranoid, always watching his "father" to ensure his safety. Sure enough, five nights after he heard the first thought, another fighter, Aden, exited the den at an unsightly hour. Suspicions raised, Amorin followed him, paying careful attention to his surroundings to make sure he blended in. His pack mate, sure enough, attacked his "father," who had been in a deep rest at the time. Before his eyes, he watched the alpha roar to life an lunge at the other wolf, going for his neck instantly. The fight lasted for several minutes before his "father" fell flat on his side, exhausted from blood loss. By this time, the pack had gathered, growling and staring down Aden. The alphess, who by now Amorin considered his actual mother, began tending to her mate's wounds, hoping with her whole heart to save his life. As terrible as it was, the alpha's imminent death isn't what hurt Amorin, it was the pain he saw in Naka's eyes. In an instant, he had jumped on the traitors back and snapped threateningly at his left ear. Unfortunately, his opponent was faster than he expected, and flipped Amorin on his back. Aden dug his back claws into his stomach, hard enough to allow blood to begin to flow steadily from the gash. Rage filled Amorin's eyes and he bit upwards at the other wolf's throat. His teeth made contact and he pushed Aden over. "I could kill you now if I wanted to. But I'm not as low as you are. Leave my lands. NOW!" The growl came out in a menacing, blood thirsty voice that was so evil it made even Lunis cringe. Aden looked at Amorin as if he doubted him. As if to emphasize his point, his front claws dug into Aden's chest, causing him to wince. Amorin stepped away and watched as the pathetic wolf scurried away. That was the night he took ownership of the clan. He spent the night with his litter mates and mother, while Lunis treated his stomach wounds. He watched as she was overcome with exhaustion; he had bled a lot. He finally dismissed her to rest and said that there was just pain now, no blood. Amorin stood guard over the pack that night, the first of many to come. The marks on his belly eventually scarred over, and his "fathers" body was laid to rest just outside the packlands. His mother became a beta, resigning her rank as alphess. Amorin, however, was never one to jump into love. He reigned alone for the year and few months leading up to the time he's currently living in. IT KEEPS ME WARM AT NIGHT WARMER THAN ANYONE I THINK HOW MANY DRINKS I HAVE NO MORE IN EITHER HAND I'M SLURRING ON PURPOSE AND IT'S CERTAINLY WORTH IT [/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 , Complete! amazingness , It's one of my better pieces. Nine? notes , Appearance ; 201 Personality ; 315 History ; 1286 Amorin (Uh-more-in) Lunis (Lune-i-sss) Naka (Knock-uh) Adela (Uh-day-luh) [/style] |
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