Post by Venom on Jul 27, 2015 19:48:50 GMT -5
OOCI still need to get this edited and I'm not sure if there's already a claim but if there is I can try to choose another image.
Name: Sam or Sammy
Years RPing: 14 years or so
Other: BORT
How You Found Us: Zen
General
Name: Venom
Birthday: 05/13/2008
Gender: Male
Species: Tundra Wolf
Physical
Height: 30 inches
Length: 62 inches
Weight: 100 pounds
Coat Color: Inky black, medium-length thick fur
Eye Color: Bright green (To be purchased from store)
Health Issues: Missing right rear leg
Other Information: Venom's pelt is littered with scars and half of his tail does not move with the rest but flops around on its own. He has a distinctive scar that follows the line of his eyebrow on the left side.
Mental
Mental Stability: Mostly sane but bordering on unstable.
History: Venom and his brother Kimset were inseparable from almost the moment they opened their eyes in the southern region of Anikira. Venom's black fur contrasted nicely with his brother's light gray pelt speckled with black guard hairs, and their personalities were similar but not quite the same. Kimset was harsh and controlling, stand-offish, rude, and always ready for a fight. Venom, on the other hand, was a born charmer--he could and often did use his smooth talking and persuasive eyes to get anything and everything he wanted, from his parents, his other siblings, everyone in his pack. It was nothing for him to lie and get his way, and he followed very few rules, except that he was always sure to be as polite as he could until he gained the trust of whoever he was trying to get close to.
Shortly after the brothers turned one year of age, they were off in the forest that made up a majority of their home, heading back from a solo exploration, when they happened upon the pack's meeting site and set their eyes on a grisly scene. Blood and bodies were strewn everywhere, some of them still oozing from fresh wounds. The entire pack had been slaughtered in the few days that the brothers had been out exploring, and not a soul was left alive. Venom and Kimset were stunned, and after their initial shock, went to each body in turn in an attempt to find any survivors. There were none that they found, and all their family was accounted for. Distraught, the two spent the night in their old den, curled together with their noses buried in each others' fur to block out the scent of death that surrounded them.
The following morning, Venom roused his brother and the two of them set off to the east, following the faint trail that could only be the wolves who had destroyed their family. They travelled for three years, using their combined skills (Venom with his charm, Kimset with his ability to threaten effectively) to speak to other packs in the area and glean some information about the ruthless killers they were tracking. Some packs they passed had met the same grisly end as their own, and others had not. The deciding factor, it seemed, was whether or not the residing pack was receptive to the intruders. They were a pack of few, the numbers they heard ranging from seven to twelve, and they presented as ruthless but fair, until they were denied what they wanted--namely a place to sleep and hunt for a night or three. When met with kindness and hospitality, they would do no harm except to whatever prey they took down. If met with hostility, however, they would attack immediately and without mercy, leaving no one alive. Kimset and Venom, it seemed, were the only wolves to survive, though they would have died all the same had they been at home when the attack came.
When the two finally found the wolves they had been searching for, their numbers were down to six, and they were holed up in a large cave, five of them inside asleep while one wolf patrolled a small area in front of the cavern. Venom and his brother split up, Kimset sneaking around to secure a good vantage point while his darker sibling sauntered down in plain sight, headed straight for the guard as he walked to the point furthest from the cave. He was met with a snarl but placated the guard-wolf, speaking softly to distract him while Kimset got into position. It was a matter of seconds before the squat gray beast was upon the guard, and Venom as well, and the two of them easily took care of him with hardly a sound. But their bloodlust would not be sated until all the wolves who murdered their family met the same fate, and thus the two entered the cave and began battle with the five remaining wolves, sustaining wounds that were painful but not unbearable. It was a short battle, but bloody, and the brothers came out alive by the skin of their teeth.
Injured, the two spent nearly a month in the very cave they were hurt in, surviving on the carcasses of the wolves they had killed. Once they were healed enough to travel, they started off again, changed from the experience they had. Killing those monsters had changed them--Kimset, while always a brute, became a cold-blooded killer, and Venom lost the kindness he had known and became only a conniving trickster. They had evolved into the very same killers they had destroyed, though they did not attack wolves in large numbers. No, they were smarter than that; two wolves could not kill twenty. Instead, they picked off any stragglers they came across, sometimes killing immediately and with mercy, and other times toying with their prey and amusing themselves with a chase, or sometimes torture. They survived almost solely on the flesh of their distant kin, unable or unwilling to hunt herbivorous prey unless it was necessary.
It was only a year after they began their destructive path when Kimset went missing, running off after a fight with his brother. The gray brute wanted to move on to bigger challenges, and Venom knew that taking on packs would be a death sentence, so they went their separate ways. Venom was forced to stop leaving wolf bodies in his wake without the help of his ferocious brother, but he retained his sneaky ways and thrived on the idiocy of others. From pack to pack he travelled, heading north to spend time in the mountains. It was there that he met the female who changed his life--Kilarhani.
She was beautiful and intelligent, sweet with a touch of sass, and absolutely knocked the unsuspecting beast off his feet. She challenged him in every way and often bested him, and her eyes stared into his soul and nearly broke him. Kila was the only wolf he had met since he was young that had ever heard his story, and she never once thought anything bad of him after he poured his life out for her to judge. She encouraged him to stay with the pack, and even planted the suggestion that he help her rule it--together they became a power couple, lead their pack to a bountiful and lush land, and even created their own little wolflings--the two years they had together were absolutely perfect, and they changed everything but the very core of Venom's being, all for the better.
One short year later, Venom's world came crumbling down. He had gone out on a scouting mission by himself, after word came by that there were cougars preying on wolves nearby, in an attempt to find their lair and bring some warriors back to destroy the threat. The male was at the bottom of a steep incline and was searching for a way up when there was an ominous rumble, and seconds later a snowy rockslide came directly down upon him. Venom turned to flee and made it several yards before the avalanche caught up to him, burying half of his body under heavy rubble. Luckily, he remained conscious, though the pain in his back end was nearly enough for him to prefer to black out. For hours he struggled, able only to move his left rear leg in any capacity along with his front. It broke free of the snow, but without the help of his right rear, there would be no escaping.
A decision had to be made, and quickly; he would not survive if he did not get moving, and he could not get moving with a useless leg. Thus, he made the hard choice to lose his leg, and set to it himself with his teeth. The numbness from the snow helped but did not entirely eradicate the pain as Venom chewed his leg free from his body, pausing often to cry out. By the time he was finished, blood loss was fading him in and out of consciousness, and he was certain it would only be a matter of time before he died after all.
By some miracle, he woke twelve hours later with a searing pain in his leg and his head, and with barely enough energy to move. It was hard for him to stand, but once he did it required little effort to stay up, though he did sway slightly with one less anchor to keep him steady. Other animals lay not far from where his bloody mess was, prey that had not been as fortunate as he, and he wasted no time eating them to gain the strength they could provide. Given that he would not hunt as well as he had before, he took advantage of the blessings he could. It did not take him long to adjust to lacking a limb, but one thing bothered him more than the phantom pains he got from the missing leg.
Not once had he caught whiff of his family. No pack members had come for him, not his children, not his dear Kilarhani, nobody. The realization broke his heart, and as he returned to his old pack lands and realized that they not only had not come for him but had also packed up and gone, all hope left him and he sat silently in the middle of their gathering place to howl mournfully into the empty night sky.
For three long days he stayed in the area, too broken and afraid to leave behind the best thing he had ever known. When he remembered that his family had left him without a thought, though, he hardened his resolve and put away his feelings for the last time. Back he returned to the Venom who would kill a wolf without a thought, because that was the Venom he needed to be in order to move on. Travel was slower with three legs, but he managed and grew stronger despite his handicap, learning to hunt effectively. He continued his trek east, destined to remain alone but willing to accept the hospitality of pack wolves in order to keep his killing of loners a secret; what wold would fraternize with a pack one minute and kill a fellow wolf another? The only difference in who he had been and who he became was the selectivity with which he chose his newest victims, mostly due to his marked physical disadvantage.
Personality: For the first several years of his life, Venom was all charm. He could get anyone to do anything, and he prided himself on his ability to effectively blend in with every pack he needed to. Skills like speaking and hunting came naturally to him, and he was quick on his feet as well as with his words. His long and slim body was well suited to darting around in a fight (though he preferred to leave the fighting to Kimset when possible), and he was an excellent hunter, even when alone. That changed only slightly when he lost his leg, but he was still able to hunt well enough to keep himself well-fed. Between him and Kimset, the two got everything they needed and thrived.
Once they separated, Venom lost his bloodlust but retained his charm and his cool nature, until he met the love of his life. She molded him into a kind and caring leader and father, shoving the dark and twisted parts of his personality away to the corners of his ill-remembered past and ensuring that he need not go back to them. He was a just and admirable ruler, keeping the peace and keeping everyone fed and happy. His whelps were more precious to him than anything in the world, and everything he did from the moment they were born was for their happiness. Never would Venom have thought he could become the selfless leader he did, but his fearless nature and the love of his dear female made it a reality.
When she left him, his personality reverted immediately back to dark and torturous, though he no longer desired even a fraction of interaction with other wolves. He became cold and quietly angry, constantly scowling and never pleased. Nightmares haunted him when he slept, and he often woke to the sound of his own horrified whimpers, bringing back the pain from his very first pack as well as his last. That was the only time he ever thought about his past--the new Venom did not need to remember his failed youth in order to have a future.
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