Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2013 13:41:52 GMT -5
OOC
Name: EJ
Years RPing: Eleven Years
Other: I haven't RPed very much the past two years
How You Found Us: Searched "Wolf RPG" on Proboards App; y'all were the second one
General
Name: Kismet
Birthday: April 4, 2008
Gender: Male
Species: Iranian x Grey (predominantly Iranian)
Physical
Height: 30 inches
Length: 43 inches
Weight: 101 pounds
Coat Color: Very light grey and white with a medium to dark grey blanket on his back.
Eye Color: Blue
Health Issues: None.
Other Information: Kismet has three long scars across his left side, a slight limp to his right foreleg that he will always have, some bite marks on his scruffy neck, and a tear in his left ear. However, none of these scars affect his health. (See history for how he got these.)
Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History: Kismet was one of a litter of four. His father was a very large, bulky Grey wolf; he was coal black, with piercing yellow eyes. His mother was a small, lithe, light grey Iranian wolf with beautiful blue eyes. Kismet had two brothers, and a little sister. The first pup to come out was stillborn, and the second died after only a week in the world. Kismet was the third-born, and his sister was the last. His sister had been named Eclipse, because their mother had expected her life to be short and unimportant. She was a very sickly pup, like her brother. But unlike her brother, she lived past her first week. Kismet was named because his mother said that she was blessed to have one strong pup. And strong he was. At four months, he brought down his first kill: an apple. He brought it back to Eclipse with pride. He always doted on and protected her as she slowly got stronger and stronger.
Kismet's father and mother lived in Northern Europe, outside of a pack. They had separated from their pack when the Alpha threatened to kill the pups they had just found out that they were expecting. Now, as Eclipse and Kismet grew old enough to fend for themselves, they thought of returning to their pack. However, Kismet knew that the Alpha would not allow Eclipse to join the pack, because of how much smaller and weaker than other wolves she was. So one day, Kismet and Eclipse left their parents, traveling as far as the western border of Russia. They were both a year and a half at this point, and decided to claim a small territory. Kismet alone marked all of the borders, not wanting another wolf to smell Eclipse's weakness and decide to attack her. Anytime a wolf came to close, Kismet would scare them away, without ever letting anyone know how small their numbers really were. It usually wasn't very hard. Kismet was pretty bulky, thanks to his father, even though he was on the short end. But no one ever saw a Grey wolf with blue eyes, and that was what Kismet looked like, because of his size. Sometimes, in the winter, wolves would think he was a ghost, because of his coloring.
This went on for about a year and a half, and Eclipse became more beautiful every day. She was the very picture of her mother, albeit smaller and weaker, except for one feature--she had inherited her father's coal black pelt. One day, while they were out on a hunting expedition, Eclipse convinced Kismet to hunt outside of their territory. There was a beautiful clearing about two miles from their eastern boundary line that she loved. Kismet was normally against such things, because it would be harder to protect her the farther away they were from their den, and it was fair turf for any wolf to tread. But this day, Eclipse was very strong, almost like an average wolf, and Kismet knew how much she loved the clearing, so he consented.
It happened as they hunted; Eclipse had stalked into the clearing, and just before the elk noticed her, she feigned a limp and tumbled to the ground. The bewildered elk looked torn between chasing this weak wolf from his territory and running for his life. His moment of hesitancy was Kismet's moment to strike. He was down quickly, and Kismet looked up with a big grin on his face. Eclipse quickly hopped up and bounded over to him. But before she got all the way to him, a big, chocolate brown wolf jumped in between her and Kismet. Kismet immediately bared his teeth and let out a low warning growl. He protected his kill, but he wished that he was between the stranger and Eclipse right now. The stranger ignored Kismet, as he was facing Eclipse, and asked her, "Are you all right?" Eclipse smiled. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" She asked, feigning offense. The stranger furrowed his brows. "But...I just saw you stalking this kill, and then you suddenly tripped and fell, and this here wolf stole your kill," he said, growling at the end. Kismet snarled at him, "She didn't trip, imbecile!" He snapped, unable to be not be angry at anyone who hinted that there was anything wrong with his sister. The stranger took a step closer to Eclipse, which elicited another growl from Kismet. She smiled again, and looked at Kismet. "Peace, Kissy (pronounced Kizzy), he truly is concerned." She then turned to the stranger, "this is my brother, Kismet. What you saw was our usual tactic when we hunt together. You see, he doesn't like me to get dirty, says it isn't lady-like." She winked at Kismet. He had said that once, but Eclipse was really just covering up the fact that she was weak in case the stranger was an enemy. "Oh," the stranger replied, "Well then, may I compliment you on a job well done?" Eclipse laughed and nodded.
After that, the chocolate brown wolf, named Seth, was inseparable from Eclipse. Kismet refused to allow him too far into the territory, so he wouldn't be able to see the den, but Eclipse now wondered to the boundary line to meet with him. Very soon, they were mated. After that, Kismet welcomed him to their den, and the two mates soon had pups. Only two of their first litter survived, but they were both strong and healthy. Seth was strong and fierce but with a soft heart like Kismet, and protected the territory, and his mate, well.
When Kismet was three and a half, he left Seth and Eclipse, intending only to take a short journey south to scout out a wider boundary. However, after about a hundred miles, he ran into a pack, who didn't take lightly to intruders. Kismet had met the scent at the boundary and followed the boundary line, trying to simply go around. However, when one of the pack caught his scent all along the northern border, the pack assumed that he was trying to find a hole, so they decided to find him and make him pay. Five of the pack's warriors attacked him as he was making his way south along the western border. Kismet whirled just as two of the biggest wolves lunged at him. One of them caught his left ear, tearing it as he fell to the ground. The other chomped down on his exposed neck. But Kismet was strong, and it wasn't hard for him to throw the one wolf off, and wrench himself from the other who had torn his ear. Then he snapped his jaws viciously and snarled, "What is the meaning of this?! I haven't trespassed onto your territory!" At first he received no answer. Two of the other wolves lunged at him, one from the front, and the other from above. At the same instant, the two that had already attacked Kismet came at him from the right side. Kismet reacted quickly, moving to the left to avoid both attacks, intending to face the two coming at him from the right.. But he hadn't seen the last wolf attack him, because he had been hidden by the others, and so he suffered a blow. The wolf had lunged to his left, and as Kismet moved right into his line of fire, the wolf had fastened his jaws viciously on the top of Kismet's scruff, and at the same time dug his claws into his left side, dragging them across his body. Kismet fell, letting out a loud howl of agony as his skin ripped open. The wolf held him on the ground, getting up, and standing over him. Cruelly, and quite unnecessarily, he grabbed his right forepaw between his jaws and bit down, fracturing it. Kismet grit his teeth, whining, as the other four wolves jumped on him. All four bit into his neck several times, none meant to kill but only to agonize him further. Kismet panted and whined, writhing his three free legs in the ground. He refused to beg, not ever having needed to, but simply waited for it to end. Finally, after several agonizing minutes, the wolf who had crippled him released Kismet's injured paw, and signaled to the others to release him. They all reluctantly obeyed, blood on their maws, and an evil glint in each pair of eyes. "Of course you didn't trespass," the apparent leader said, "but you were running along our boundary pretty closely." Kismet panted out a reply, "Just...trying....to go.............around." The other wolf sneered, "Careful, or I might have to break your other paws." Kismet didn't respond, but only kept panting. After a minute, the other wolves left, satisfied that Kismet would not come within a hundred miles of their pack again.
Kismet lay where he was for several hours, waiting for his left side to stop bleeding, so that he could move. He was incapacitated for days, but managed to find a safe place to rest and lick his wounds. For two weeks he survived on any berry, leaf, or stray carcass he could find close by. After that, he felt strong enough to hunt. He slowly lifted himself onto all three good paws, and then, for the first time since the fight, slowly put weight on his bad one. It stung a little, but it was bearable, and he could walk on it. That day, he hunted several times; each time he only took down small prey, not wanting to test his luck. After two more weeks of frequent hunting and resting, he felt strong enough to travel. He planned on going back home, but his sense of direction was off slightly, as he couldn't remember how he had gotten to where he was from the pack border. But even if he could have remembered, Kismet, for the first time in his life, felt fear for his own life and repelled the very idea of going close to that pack's borders. He could still remember the evil glint in their eyes, the pleasured grunts and moans as they ripped into him again and again. He shuddered at the thought; how could wolves be so malicious, so evil?
Kismet wandered for miles and miles, until he came to a shore. For the first time in his life, he saw human beings. There was one boat that he saw that looked particularly safe for hiding a big wolf, and so he snuck on it in the darkness of night. He mourned that he would no longer see his sister or her mate and pups, because he knew that he would never be able to find his way back to that territory. He had originally chosen it because it was small and hard to find, and in the most obscure place. Most of the wolves that he had protected his sister and territory from had been loners, just passing through. Kismet found a good place to hide and remain unnoticed on the boat, and was on the boat for many months. Whenever he got hungry, he would come out, always under cover of darkness, and steal a slab of meat from the kitchen. He would always eat until he was so full he almost felt sick, and so in this way he only had to come out about once a week. Anytime the ship docked at a port, Kismet would steal as much food as he could and store it in his hiding place with himself, while the sailors were on shore. This way, for the first month of the new voyage, he could remain hidden. Kismet's muscles were often cramped, but he didn't mind so much after a while.
After about eight months, a storm suddenly shook the ship, knocking it around a the sea like a toy. Kismet awoke to the sound of the ship cracking under the stress of the storm, and the strange noise of the sailors shouting back and forth above the noise of the storm. Not knowing if it was safe to reveal himself, but at the same time not wanting to be at the bottom of the ship when it was destroyed, Kismet slowly left his hiding place. Realizing quickly that there were no humans below the deck, he quickly maneuvered himself the the stairs which led to the deck. Suddenly, there was a loud crack! and Kismet hurled himself up the stairs. He didn't know hat was happening, but he knew it wasn't good. As soon as he hit the deck, he ran to the side of the ship. It took the sailors a minute to see the big wolf running around with them, but after they did, they stared in shock and disbelief for long enough that Kismet was able to make his escape. He lept off the side of the boat, plunging into the cold, dark, angry sea below. Kismet swam strongly in the direction the sea pulled him for a day or two, and then the sea calmed into peacefulness. Kismet was utterly exhausted and was looking for some relief. A stray piece of the ship was drifting about a mile off. Wearily, Kismet pushed himself to the very limit, and finally reached it. When he did, he used his last ounce of strength to pull himself onto the piece of metal, and passed out. He slept, on an off, for days, not knowing the passing time or the direction he was headed. After a while, he saw a beach on the horizon that got closer and closer. Eventually, he reached it, and wearily climbed the beach to the first few trees. This was Ina'mose Island, as he would later learn. After that, Kismet slowly recovered. He was five years old shortly after he came to the island. After a couple of months, he realized that his island was just that: an island. He saw the beach of the mainland from the opposite side of the island that he had landed on and, curious, crossed over to the mainland. What he found was phenomenal. He saw forests, rivers, and a volcano in the distance. Amazed, he wondered how he had come to the beautiful island of Anikira.
Personality: Kismet is a very complex wolf. He has a very soft heart, and loves pups. He is quite sympathetic towards weaker wolves, since his sister is one, and is always ready to lend a paw. He has a great deal of patience, and has a great sense of humor.
Kismet is very hardy and steadfast; he is loyal to the point of death. His mind is not always easily made up, but once it is, he is firm and unshakable. He will always protect the young and weak, even if it costs him. He doesn't think very highly of packs, unless they are made up entirely by a pair and their pups, because of his experiences with packs. Kismet also has a very proud spirit, and looks down on those who submit their wills to one wolf, or a pair. He has very strong views on this point, and is not to be argued with.
Kismet is also a very companionable wolf; he feels lonely easily. This comes from spending the first three and a half years of his life with his sister, and never being alone, and because of this, Kismet is constantly searching for other loners, even to only say hello. Kismet also thinks highly of relationships, but in his mind, it must be a slow thing.
Kismet constantly thinks of his sister, Eclipse and her mate, Seth, whom he regards as a brother. They were very close, and Kismet mourns daily for the loss of them. He blames himself for wandering too far from the territory, and getting lost. Most of the time, especially around company, he is able to push these emotions aside and be his usual happy self, but when he is alone, the feeling creep back up on and suffocate him.
Kismet may be a very kind, soft-hearted wolf to those he knows, but he is also very intelligent and cautious. If you sneak up on him, prepare to be attacked, because Kismet automatically sees that as an attack, and he will defend himself. Kismet is more gracious to she-wolves, but he isn't fooled. He knows that she-wolves can be just as vicious as males.
Overall, Kismet is a very kind wolf, with a great sense of humor, who loves company. He loves pups to death, and is gracious to the weak. He is one of the most loyal wolves you'll ever meet, but he is also fierce and protective, and can and will easily defend himself. He is cautious and fearsome if you sneak up on him, or put him on edge in any way.
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