Post by Elijah on Apr 18, 2015 17:22:00 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Rita
Years RPing: I've lost track...
Other: Elijah will be taking my final free character slot. (used pup slots for Mint & Olympus and my other two free slots for Rita and Xena)
How You Found Us: ---
General
Name: Elijah
Birthday: April 18th, 2012
Gender: Male
Species: Tundra x Arctic
Physical
Height: 34 inches
Length: 64 inches
Weight: 150 lbs
Coat Color: White
Eye Color: Light, pale green
Health Issues: ---
Other Information: ---
Mental
Mental Stability: Unstable
History:A long time ago, in a small, generic corner of Anikira, a small litter of white and gray tundra and arctic crossed pups was born. Their parents, were of two different breeds, though their species were brought together as if it were fate. A tundra male and an arctic female, destined to live two completely different lives at the start of their own, but brought together to live together and impose their beliefs and ideals upon the next generation in a cruel destiny. The litter consisted of three pups, all with a dice roll of their parents' coloring. The largest of the litter, Elijah, was born completely white, like his mother. His eyes took on a mixture of his father's light gray eyes and his mother's dark green, leaving him with pale, almost pastel looking green eyes of his own. His sole sister, the second largest of the litter, was a mixture of dark gray and white with a bit of light brown thrown in there as well, almost the perfect mix of their coloring. She was named Destiny, for their parents believed that it was only fitting because of her physical display of how perfect they were for each other.
The third pup, a small male runt, was named Whisp, for he was a frail little thing and his coat had taken on the lightness of his mother with a gray and brown hint of undercoat to make him darker and appear almost fog-colored. He was weak from the beginning, though there was no play permitted in the birthing den. Their parents' beliefs were forced upon the pups from the very beginning, controlling their movements and their words, almost as if they were not allowed to think for themselves. In fact, this was exactly the case. Their beliefs were not in a higher power, nor were they in other wolves. Instead, they believed themselves gods, rulers of their little world and puppeteers of the little litter of pups that they had brought into it. Free thought and opinions were not meant to exist, and instead complete obedience and unwavering loyalty to the two adults was the only way of living that the pups knew.
Play was a sin, for it was a waste of time and meant for nothing other than the pure enjoyment of the pups. At least in their opinion. Instead, as soon as the pups were old enough, they were thrown into physical training by their father and forced to fight each other until one could either not move or could no longer hold onto consciousness. Being the largest of the litter, Elijah was typically the winner of these brawls, though he would always go easier on his smallest brother, for fear of taking his life. By the time they were full grown, the young wolves were forced into three-way fights, sometimes with their father and mother thrown in as well. The adults usually won these fights, for they would never attack each other and instead would turn their wrath upon their offspring as if they were strangers imposing on their territory. There was never any love between mother and child, nor from their father.
Instead, there was only the cultish beliefs that were forced upon them from the very start. Although to a stranger, there was no rhyme or reason to their behaviors at times, there was always a purpose according to their parents. The fights were to make them stronger, to force all emotion out of their hearts for their siblings and teach them to be as strong and loyal as possible. For when their opponent would weaken and fall, the siblings would move back, assuming the fight to be finished. But their parents would force them forward once more, making them finish off their 'opponent' until the light left their eyes and darkness pulled them into unconsciousness. It was all for the good of the family, for in some strange way, they were still a family.
Over the next several months the fights continued, with hunts and patrols in between, never allowing the young wolves time for socialization or play. They were warriors, pleasure and enjoyment were luxuries not meant for them. Eventually, their fights became more and more brutal, leaving each other bruised and beaten and forced to recover for several days before they were capable of joining hunts and patrols again. This, of course, infuriated their parents, but the battles continued without hesitation. One day, Elijah was paired up with Whisp again, much too soon after a previous battle had left the smaller male without an eye and forced to remain in the den for recovery for over a week. But it was the will of their parents, so the males fought, and though Elijah took Whisp down easily, his parents forced him to continue, his blows falling until his brother no longer moved or breathed. He was dead, and there would be no more recovery or battling for the smallest member of their 'family'.
This was the last straw for the white male. He had always secretly been a free thinker, finding what little pleasure he could in his own thoughts and ideas, free of the influence or reach of his parents. His brother's death signaled his departure from their pack, though the way of life was much hard to rid himself of. From the beginning their cult-ish ideals had been forced upon him, and as he left their home and moved further into the island of Anikira, he struggled to free himself of the lifestyle he had always known. He would fight any and all that he came across, and though he avoided packs as if they were a deadly disease, he always contemplated the possibility for them to be different than what he knew. Was it possible? Was there really a different kind of life for him out there?
On his own, now, he latched onto the idea that there must be some sort of higher power out there. It was the only way that he could retain what little ounce of sanity that he had left. Eventually the solitude and inner struggle proved too much for him and he found himself in a forest somewhere, wandering aimlessly and much too loudly than he should have. Being a lone wolf with nothing other than his size and his teeth to defend himself, he should have known better. But the inner struggle had nearly driven him mad, wiping away any coherent and logical thought from his mind - if only temporarily - as he stumbled through the trees. Obviously distraught, and stupidly advertising it to the world around him, he ran into a predator much larger than himself, a bear. The first blow from the creature was enough to knock at least some sense into him, and though his mind had not reached the level of clear that it needed to be, he managed to find enough stability to avoid death and leave the encounter with a few cuts and scrapes and a collection of deep gashes on his muzzle - which would later turn into the scars that now decorate it.
After his failure in the forest he promised himself to be more careful. He latched onto the idea of morality and a spiritual being that created their world as if they were lifelines. Although he wanted to label his parents and their way of life evil, he could never find the unbiased base for such a decision. No, instead he fought over the difference between one creature's beliefs and ideals and another's, unsure of whether one could be considered right and the other wrong. He traveled alone for several months, finding himself hovering on the border of the many packs on the island and debating the idea of finding a home for himself once more as he neared his third birthday. But the only home he had known had been with his parents. For all he knew, every pack was created and run that way. Could any of these packs be different? And was that a risk he was really prepared to take?
Personality:If describing Elijah's personality came down to choosing three words, they would be Loyal, Philosophical, and Lawful. From the very beginning of his life he was a thinker, always analyzing the world around him and developing his own thoughts and opinions about everything. Although he has a very creative mind, he is also very calculative and has a tendency to think through every possible outcome and meaning behind an action or words. All in all, he is very thoughtful. Not necessarily in the sense that he puts others before himself and thinks about their feelings, but from time to time that will come into play. This is not to say that he does not care about others, because he does have a huge heart that is likely too soft for his own good. But, over the years he has sort of developed a hard shell over it, to protect himself and those he cares about.
He usually spends most of his time thinking, but not only about the things that he can see, smell, hear, and feel. His mind stretches further than that. Although he is unsure of any higher being truly existing, he often finds himself contemplating the idea of one and why they would arrange the world - and the creatures within it - in the way that they have. The higher being, in his mind, is the source of everything in the world, and an example to base one's self off of. Theological, could be another way to describe the white male. Although he has not yet run into any firm evidence that such a being exists, he has an enormous amount of faith and respect towards the higher power anyways. He believes himself to be very spiritual, but only to an extent.
Unlike some that might blame all of their actions, their failures, and their successes on a higher power, he puts more emphasis on morality. Although he believes a higher power makes the world turn and the many cogs of the interactions between creatures turn, he also believes that he has his own duty and responsibility to the morality of his actions - and occasionally those of others. His loyalty to this higher power and his morality is only superseded by his loyalty to his pack and the hierarchy laid out by the pack leaders. Ingrained deep within him is the habitual order of his species, of wolf pack life and the constraints and ideologies of it all. Therefore, when it comes to a decision of whether to follow his leader's instructions or whether to follow his own moral or theological beliefs, he will follow his leader. Though, there is always the possibility of respectfully questioning orders.
He is very dutiful, and though he might not always agree with his leaders, he will always ensure that pack law is followed to the letter. His strict behavior comes from his former life when he was growing up, and though he has moved away from some of the beliefs of his parents, he will never fully be rid of them and their cult-ish beliefs. His attempt at comprehending and upholding the morality of life and living is his way of getting as far away from their way of living as possible. Good and bad are both opinions to him, and though he's sure there's a solid definition out there somewhere, he still believes that they are both based on one's view of the world and the creatures within it.
He is not very talkative, unless he finds a subject particularly interesting or sees something as morally wrong. He's also very intent on gaining knowledge. Curious about a lot of things around him and things that happen, as well as why or how they occur. The mechanics of life fascinate him, and although he still does not completely understand everything around him, one of his goals in life is to learn it all. The knowledge that he does gain from his surroundings is not simply just tucked away in his mind, however. He does his best to use what he learns to his advantage, as well as that of his pack, and he tries to better himself - and sometimes others - with what he knows. Sometimes this can cause problems for him, though over the years he has gained a surprising amount of patience and learned to keep himself calm and collected in times of conflict and when facing aggression or frustration from another.
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