Post by Vasyl on Mar 11, 2016 14:02:17 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Chili
Years RPing: Many
Other: Purchased a Character Slot for this guy on Odara 's account
How You Found Us: Magic
General
Name: Vasyl (Va - sill)
Birthday: February 9, 2013
Gender: Male
Species: Mackenzie Valley
Physical
Height: 34 inches
Length: 50 inches
Weight: 135 pounds
Coat Color: Grey, white, and brown with black and cream tones mixed throughout.
Eye Color: Grey
Health Issues: Missing his right front paw which gives him a bit of difficulty mobility wise.
Other Information: None
Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History: It was a normal day in Anikira but the excitement of a pack rippled through the air. There were pups to be born on this February morning and everyone was waiting eagerly with anticipation. Soon enough the muted cries of newborn babies could be heard and everyone cheered. There were four perfectly healthy babies, two males and two females. Within a few months they would be meeting the rest of the pack but in the meantime the others took turns bringing fresh meals to their mother in hopes that they could sneak peeks at the newborn puppies. These puppies began to thrive almost instantly. They grew in size and began to crawl and open their eyes relatively quickly. On the day of their proper initiation into the pack Vasyl was eager to meet his fellow pack members. He and his younger sister eagerly strode forward to meet the others whereas his younger brother Vidarii and youngest sister Vashti chose to hang back with one another. Vasyl was too distracted with properly meeting his pack members when the duo jumped, instantly initiating a wrestling war. Of course Vasyl was irritated with them but that was normal and to be expected out of Dare and Vashti.
Over time their personalities did not change. Where Vasyl had a fierce determination to learn and become hardened in his fighting tactics Vashti and Vidarii chose to treat everything as a joke. They were constantly egging others on with their annoying pranks and were also receiving the wrath of the elders. Majority of the time Vidarii took the blows but Vashti was sure to nurse his wounds afterwards. There were plenty of times where Vasyl would put Vidarii in his place, his explosive temper making it hard for him not to get angry at his younger brother. Even though he knew they meant him no harm he could not help but be rubbed the wrong way when it came to their intentions. Vasyl felt that they did not take things seriously enough and did not want to be associated with them in fear that that would reflect on him and his capabilities.
Their pranks were meant to be for "fun" but one day they were proven wrong. Vasyl and his sister were a part of a hunting patrol along with one of the elders. The pack had been running low on food lately so when his sister caught the fresh scent of a hare they instantly took off in hot pursuit. Vasyl was right on her heels, his hunger overriding his common sense. He should have suspected something wasn't right when they climbed up the icy expanse of a cliff but he was too focused on catching prey and bringing it back to provide for the pack. However when they rounded the corner the ground began to shake and crumble beneath them. Vasyl tried to grab his sister to pull her back but instantly lost his footing; almost simultaneously the cliff collapsed beneath them. The fall was terrifying, his life flashing before his eyes until they came to a shrieking halt. Vasyl had landed on top of his sister but unfortunately the majority of his weight had come down on his front right leg. He was numb at first, and then the pain leaked into every fiber of his being. When he finally opened his eyes he looked down, his right front leg nearly mangled, his paw unrecognizable and only hanging onto his body by a few strands of tattered skin. Instantly he realized that he was on top of his sister and he attempted to stand to move off of her. He whined in pain before collapsing alongside her. She was dead. He could smell the stench of her blood mixed with his own but her body was lifeless, her back contorted- it had clearly been broken in the fall. Vasyl rolled onto his own back, tears streaming from his eyes. The last image he had was the image of his two siblings Vidarii and Vashti staring over the edge of the cliff face down at them.
When Vasyl awoke he was cold, extremely cold. His mind was fuzzy, his body numb. He lifted his head off the ground and instantly everything came back to him in waves. Him and his sister falling off the cliff edge, her body lifeless and immobile and his right front leg severed. Everyone was long gone now, and when he glanced down the rest of his leg remained in tattered shreds of skin. He fought to stand, wincing in pain when his ribs protested. It was clear he probably had a broken rib or two along with his basically severed paw, but he was alive. He drug himself away from the gory scene, licking his sister's cold cheek one last time before leaving. Anger coursed through his veins as he grieved. What were they thinking? How could they do this? Did they finally learn their lesson? And what would become of him? He was useless now! He continued to hobble, collapsing every so often with just the effort of trying to hobble through the snow. During this process he had come across a stranger, a very tiny wolf that for some unknown reason to him had wanted to help him. She claimed that her name was Esther but she hardly spoke. She said she felt compelled to help him and that she was a healer. Reluctantly he ate the poultices that she made and cried out in pain when she put a salve on his paw. He tried not to watch when she ripped the tattered shreds of skin from his leg and also fought to stay awake during the process. Huge fragments of skin were removed to the point that he was practically raw. He had passed out during this experience, the pain being far too immense. Afterwards although his amputated paw was cleaned up he still had immense damage and would have terribly scarring after being completely healed. Soon after he awoke three separate times- the last time she was in front of him telling him that she must leave. When he looked down at his leg it was nearly healed. He uttered what sounded to be a thank you of some sort before losing consciousness once more.
Time passed and Vasyl became accustomed to his disability though his anger still remained. He learned to hunt on his own and maneuver despite being hindered. He got a lot of strange looks from many different wolves but he didn't care. He either scared them off or avoided them entirely. He finally heard word of his siblings having their own pack and instantly he knew that he must return to be with them. He was still feeling hatred towards them but he knew his best bet of surviving would be to live with those he knew. In the back of his mind however he swore to himself that he would seek revenge for his sister. Shortly after meeting up with his siblings he was promised position as beta alongside them and for now he remains quiet. He is still bitter and cold- ignoring their attempts at friendliness for the time being.
Personality: Vasyl is not your typical wolf. He had a normal life, one where he thrived and had a promising future. And then that future was ripped away from him on the fateful day that his younger siblings decided to pull a "harmless" prank. The day that he lost his leg and his sister lost her life was the day that Vasyl changed completely. The once happy go lucky brute turned into a bitter, dark creature. Vasyl does not smile, nor does he laugh. He is hardly social and speaks in rough tones and is almost always coming off as angry. This is telling because the brute still holds onto a lot of rage and grief. This rage controls him. He has a hard time of letting things go and it is easy for his temper to flare. A lot easier then when he was younger. Because of his disability he is also a bit more testy then others. Vasyl isn't just angry however, he is also vindictive. He is hostile and extremely irritable when it comes to being around others. He doesn't particularly like to be around others due to his blatant distrust towards others. If his own family could take not only his sister but his own limb from him he can't imagine what others can do. Because of this he doesn't have too many personal relationships and along with this he also has a bit of post-traumatic stress disorder. Because of his tragic accident cliffs make him uneasy and he often will not step foot on them for fear that they will collapse beneath him once again. He doesn't let others know about this however because he doesn't want to be seen as weak. He is wary of others intentions and has to work twice as hard just to perform normal tasks. He hates being pitied and refuses to accept help from anyone. He prefers to do things on his own and will completely balk his head at any attempt at help from anyone. He is hard to love and comes off as cold and unattached to others. Vasyl does have a heart, it is just buried beneath years of grief.
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