Post by Stark on Nov 6, 2015 22:11:03 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Eidus
Years RPing: Tooooooooooooooooo long
Other: WHY DID I NOT CREATE THIS CONCEPT EARLIER? Thank you Nia <3
How You Found Us: Been here over a year now
General
Name: Stark
Birthday: May 29th, 2012
Gender: Male
Species: Mackenzie Valley Wolf x Red Wolf
Physical
Height: 34 inches
Length: 56 inches
Weight: 140 lbs
Coat Color: Different shades of brown with a masked marking on his face
Eye Color: Blue
Health Issues: None unless you count being hyper intelligent and stunningly good looking as an issue.
Other Information: None that merit stating.
Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History: On a sunny day in the recent past perfection was born onto this planet in the form of a small brown pup. He was the single pup of the alphas of his small pack. His father a glorious leader who, while more than slightly warlike, was amazingly intelligent. His mother a gorgeous wolf slim of figure and perfect from her coat to her mind. A beautiful creature in every form for every inch that her doting mate was a wise warrior. They doted on their only pup spectacularly while he grew from puphood to a young adult. Being as he was the only child of the alphas he was given a healthy dose of respect and obedience from the rest of the pack. However being the only child was not the only reason he was shows respect.
From a young age he showed promise of being not only as intelligent as his father but being every inch as stunning as his mother. Maybe the combination of wonderful genetic lottery and such spoiled upbringing caused his eventual arrogance. Maybe it was just willed by a higher power. However which way it fell as he grew both in body and in mind the only thing that shot up faster than his height was his own opinion of himself. Not that it was undeserved after all, he did plenty enough to earn it. From leading hunts to battling fiercely on the plains of his homelands for the right of territory against other packs. As he grew the stories of his achievements grew with him. Stories told of him standing over the dead of the other packs, the setting sun seeming to make his blood soaked fur shine an almost metallic red as the natural browns show through lit up like lines of gold. The only thing his enemies remembered was the dark mask among the fire and gold with piercing blue shards staring coldly down upon them.
However even in his perfection Stark could not see the darkness that grew within his own pack. As his father slowly groomed him for his eventual, yet inevitable, rise to being the alpha there was a wolf among the pack that began to hate the alphas as well as their prodigal son. Stane had once been the glorious beta of the pack, however Stark's rapid rise had displaced any power he had once had. In time the pack treated him no different than any other member quickly forgetting the glories he had once earned the pack. In the midst of a heated pack battle that required every ounce of the concentration of the alpha and his own child Stane struck. In a quick decisive throw Stane struck down the alpha that had gloriously lead the pack for so many years. And in that moment the tide turned, unbeknownst to the pack Stane had turned on the pack with the intent to join their heated rivals. That moment of betrayal struck Stark blind with rage. In that moment the pack began to be forced back Stark had only one goal. To fell the bastard that had signed the death warrants for his entire pack.
The battle between Stark and Stane was ferocious. To the point where not even the enemy pack had the courage to attempt to assist Stane. Stark may have been blinded with rage but that did not stop his vicious intelligence from controlling his response. The battle only seemed terrible from the outside. In reality it was a one sided destruction of Stane. Stark struck precisely ripping tendons and destroying main arteries bite by bite. Each time Stane slowed down bit by bit and began to feel the pain of the cumulative damage. However Stark never slowed down. Even though he bled from dozens of minor cuts and nicks he never once showed any of the damaged that had been done to him.
In the end Stane stood shaking before him bleeding from dreadful wounds that covered his entire body. Before his stood a vicious beast covered in ichor and gore. None of which was his. As Stark stalked forward Stane could do nothing but spit his hatred and spite at him in the form of words. The words fell on deaf ears as Stark finally closed the distance and stood face to face eye to eye with the betrayer. He did not even realize the circle that had formed around them, none of which as friend. However none had it in them to even begin to try and test the vicious powerful creature that stood before them. Stark whispered a few words into the slowly dying wolfs ear before turning his back on the old creature. As he walked away the enemy pack showed their respect and fear by melting away from him and allowing him to pass.
He was left without pack and without home, as the enemy pack had killed his entire family. Not a single wolf beyond him stood anymore. His hatred the only thing that drove him forward. In time however not even his perfect self could be driven by that single emotion. In time he collapsed, and then he mourned. He mourned for a period of time he could not even begin to understand. It goes without saying it was not a period that showed his glory off well. But it inevitably lead him into the hands of hunters. Hunters better equipped and in larger numbers than even he could handle. Even as he fell from the tranquilizers Stark tried to stand his ground. The memories past that point were hazy to him. A series of metal containers and odd scents. Next thing he knew he woke to find himself chained inside of some cage. A human stood not far away wearing skins of his species covering his body. Stark kept his control though.
In time he came to understand that the pelt covered human was the leader of the pack of humans on the object they were on. The object seemed to move somehow over the water, in time he was able to realize that the object was made of wood which gave it its buoyant properties and allowed the humans to move along the water. However there came a day when there seemed to be some issue with another group of humans who had suddenly appeared on the boat. They carried pieces of metal with them and seemed to be shouting at the other humans. In time the situation shifted and they began to use the chunks of metal to create explosions which in turn caused the sudden death of many of the humans. Throughout the situation Stark watched calmly his blue eyes clear and unphased by the noise and the excitement.
After the excitement calmed down the new humans eventually turned their eyes to Stark in his cage. After much excited speech the humans seemed to timidly approach him and then unlocked the cage in which he had been imprisoned. He remained unaffected staring them down as they began to talk more this time making motions towards him. Eventually one of them moved towards him and with shaking hands unlocked the collar from around his throat. Once the human had, quickly, moved away from him Stark finally moved. He stood slowly shaking his matted fur out and then calmly moved out onto the open space of the object they stood on. The new humans gave him a wide berth and allowed him to move freely as he wandered, his claws clicking loudly in the silence. After a few moments of sniffing the now dead bodies Stark burst into motion. Not knowing whether any human could be trusted he instead chose to trust his instinct and threw himself off the edge and into the waters below. He struggled against current and waves as the water sought to snuff the flame of his life out.
It took many many hours of fighting the waters before he became aware of a land within a reasonable distance from him. He began to force his body into a weary pace of moving through the waters. In the end though he once more was victorious. He slowly walked onto the shores of the alien land shaking the water from his shaded coat. As he rested on his haunches he took stock of the land around him and decided that it would do for him. Not one to pass up an opportunity Stark turned his nose into the wind ad began to wander the lands known only to the residents as Anikira.
Personality: How does one describe perfection is so few words? It is hard to totally capture the essence of the lighting storm of genius which embodies the mind belonging to the one called Stark. Even more so to try to capture the calm and poise of a wolf descended from the blood lines that had stood the test of time unbowed. Who could claim to begin to verbalize the pride that empowered his every stride and motion? Well one may try but they would find that the words pale in comparison to the wolf known only to the world as Stark. He embodies the very idea of the logical warrior. As much a philosopher as he was a genius. It would not be beyond imagination to find him deep in discussion with elders and other like minded wolves about the mysteries of the world. However he is not a spiritual creature, instead choosing to keep his world grounded in fact and logic. Does he think highly of himself? Well yes, but when one embodies this much perfection in a singular form who wouldn't carry themselves with pride? So it MAY come off as a bit prideful to others, but whoever would spend their time worrying what fools and idiots think of themselves?
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