Post by Vidarii on Jan 11, 2016 15:59:13 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Outlaw
Years RPing: 10+ with a few years break in the middle...
Other: Bibbitybobbityboo.... x.x
How You Found Us: Google at first...but now y'all are stuck with me. ^^
General
Name: Vidarii (V-eye-dare-ee) "Dare"
Birthday: Feb 9, 2013
Gender: Male
Species: Mackenzie Valley
Physical
Height: 36"
Length: 54"
Weight: 142 lbs
Coat Color: Brown and black shaded with tan
Eye Color: Pale Grey
Health Issues: Unknown
Other Information: He only speaks in rhyme...
Mental
Mental Stability: Mostly Sane with some unstable moments
History:
It was a bright and cheerful morning in the lands of Anikira, the whisper of sounds that drifted upward from the depths of a dark den would be heard if one were listening closely enough. And plenty of ears were, attention focused on the gaping expanse that looked like an earthen mouth in the midst of a grassy plain. Tiny cries, so muted by their surroundings that they may have been taken as a figment of ones’ imagination. But the truth was, four new lives increased the packs already stable size, four healthy pups that would meet their brethren in a few short months. Even as the pack brought the nursing mother a steady stream of meals those pups grew swiftly, eyes opening, strength gained until at long last and with baited breath the time had come for them to venture from the den. It would with this very first venture that the pack would know there was something subtly different about the youngest two. A brother and sister pair who stuck by each other’s side even as the others broke away carefully sniffing at the waiting members with an avid curiosity. Instead of greeting their pack mates these two snuck up on one of their older siblings to pounce and wrestle while the pup was distracted by the newness of their rapidly expanding world. And so would start the legend of Vidarii and Vashti, the dynamic duo of pure mischief.
This merely escalated from that point, their playful natures exceeded that of their two older siblings as they pressed further and further from the den. The pair never left each other’s sides for long, they even developed a language that the others could not even begin to comprehend. Their parents didn’t really discourage it though they found the behavior odd. Still it was chalked up to pup-hood antics and they of course would grow out of such tomfoolery once they grew older. Wherever trouble or mischief arose in the pack it was a safe bet to assume that the ‘Dynamic Duo’ could be found at the root of it. Dare would often take the innocent route, while his sister would use wit to confuse their accusers. This combination eventually would see them out of most punishments. Even while they learned to hunt the pair seemed to be swift to pick up the skills required, quicker than their older siblings. But this quickness also left plenty of time to wreck havoc for the other two.
On top of their prank filled ways Vidarii held an odd behavior, from the time he uttered his first words his manner of speech would leave most if not all scratching their heads in bafflement. The male would spoke in rhyme. Never once did he speak ‘normally’, which in turn cause his mother and father to be looked down upon. After all what could they have done that produced such an oddity? Because of this strange unexplained habit Dare found himself being shunned, ignored by the majority of the pack. Even the parents he thought loved him had started to punish him in an attempt to break him of his manner of speech. That was when the bond with his sister, who also held a ‘strange’ manner of speech, grew even deeper. And they learned they could only rely on one another, that all others were superficial and shallow.
For nearly a year they survived like this, he took the physical abuse, guarding his sister from the pain of angry fangs. And in turn she consoled and tended his injuries, together they endured the mental abuse the others lavished on them, learning to bury the pain beneath an endless stream of pranks and schemes. Their breaking point though came on a crystal clear wintery night. Fresh snow had fallen and the drifts were high and soft. Their older siblings had ventured out with another of the pack, tracking an elusive trail that promised fresh meat. It was a false scent laid by the mischievous siblings. What they did not take into account was the edge of the cliff that they had dropped the still warm hare’s body over held no solid surface beneath that snow, just a fragile layer of ice. Their older siblings had raced forward, driven by hungry to catch an easy meal. The older more knowledgeable wolf shouted a warning, but it was far too late. The ice shattered beneath the weight of the two nearly adult wolves. Vidarii and Vashti broke from their cover racing forward, coming alongside the other wolf with looks of horror on their faces as the three peered over the ledge. There below lay the broken body of their older sister, her spine obviously snapped, she did not move. Their older brother let out a pitiful whine as he attempted to stand only to reveal the torn flesh that had left his front foreleg shattered, it was obvious the limb was nearly severed as it hung from thin strips of skin and fur.
The siblings had never meant to harm anyone, despite the obvious dislike everyone held for the odd pair. Their thoughtless antics had cost the life of one, and left the other crippled. It would be a miracle if he survived. The older wolf turned his anger and sorrow on the two that stood beside him staring at the gory scene below, ant he attacked.
Wounded in mind, body, and spirit Vidarii urged his sister forward, and they fled their home territory. Though they would not change who they were because of what happened it did teach them a valued lesson. So the pair now roamed, taking pride in their oddity and causing mischief wherever they went. Though their mischief was tempered with planning, careful set, to make the their desired outcome a reality.
Personality:
A tricksters tale...
In oral traditions worldwide, a story featuring a protagonist who has magical powers and is characterized as a compendium of opposites. Simultaneously an omniscient creator and an innocent fool, a malicious destroyer and a childlike prankster, the trickster-hero serves as a sort of folkloric scapegoat onto which are projected the fears, failures, and unattained ideals of the source culture.
In lore one will find the Trickster, he goes by the name of Loki in some cultures, Till Eulenspiegel in others. A thousand different names, one true self. You will find here he has called himself Vidarii, a friend, an enemy, a helpful soul, a hindrance, one never truly knows which side he plays upon. While here has has sworn off magical powers (meaning he will have none on Ani) as a means to challenge his mischief making skills.
Always smiling, fully of laughter and amusement. Most would not think there is a serious side to this brute, a fateful mistake by most. As the saying goes, if you are a devil then there's a little bit of angel in you, likewise, if you are an angel then you've got a little bit of devil in you. Balance, it is what the universe demands and what the universe recieves, and he sees it as his job to provide that balance.
Beneath the Trickster should one discover his hidden heart they would find even here he is of two minds, as cold and passionless as the icy tundra to most. But at the same instance to a chosen few, his heart and compassion burned more brightly, more hotly then that of the sun.
And still there is on an occasion one aspect of this wolf that may leave most puzzled at its utter unexpectedness. Innocence. Deep inside, rarely released, was a pup-like playfulness, a love of frolicing, and experiencing pure simple joy untouched by the trials and hardships of life.
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