Post by Kenai on Dec 5, 2013 22:46:06 GMT -5
Years RPing: 3
Other: I own Nymph, a loner. Plan on Kenai joining the Ultoris, after he finds Kismet.
How You Found Us: Web surfing.
Birthday: April 3rd, 2011
Species: 1/2 Apennine, 1/4 Iranian, 1/4 Grey wolf mix.
Weight: 98 pounds
Coat Color: Mostly a dirty white color with a dark gray mask over his eyes and ears. The gray also reaches down his back in a wide dorsal stripe, mixing in with a dusty brown, ending at the tip of his tail in a nearly black color. Black nose.
Eye Color: Dark Orange
Health Issues: Opposite of his sister, he is sensitive to very hot weather. Other than that he is adaptable to climate.
Other Information: Healthy, strong hunter and fighter. Kismet's nephew and older brother to Sydas.
Mental Stability: Sane
History: Kenai was born to parents who were incredibly in love with each other, born third in a litter of four. His oldest sibling was stillborn and the next died shortly after birth. This left Kenai with his little sister, Sydas. They lived together with their parents and much loved uncle Kismet, their mother's brother. Kismet stayed with them until they turned seven months, spoiling them like any good uncle as well as teaching them incredibly cool things such as hunting and tracking. Their uncle left on a scouting trip, promising to return within a month. During that time, Kenai worked on his skills very hard, hoping to do his uncle's teaching justice.
When Kismet had not returned, Kenai first thought he abandoned them, leaving the half grown adult heart broken. Sydas, however, never gave up on his return or Kismet's affection for them. Kenai's heart turned around and became determined to locate his brother like relative. Eclipse, Kenai and Sydas' mother, had another litter of five pups. Four survived. Taking on the duties of older siblings, Kenai and Sydas stayed and helped raise them until they turned a year. On Kismet's fifth birthday, the duo said their good-byes and left their family, embarking on a journey to find their uncle.
(Following history is copied for Sydas' history with EJ's permission so it would be the same story of their travels.)
They traveled the hundred miles, and then they ran into the same pack that Kismet had. But, instead of scouting around it, they hid themselves and studied the pack for a week. When they learned how dark, cruel, and cunning the pack was, Kenai despaired of Kismet's life. He wouldn't have studied them like we did, Sydas! he yelled in one argument. He would have simply scouted around them to see how large they were, or he would have camped out and left the next day. Either way, they would attack him if he were within ten miles of the border! You've seen them! No, don't shake your head at me, Sydas. Listen! His exceptional capabilities don't matter, don't you see? If he's outnumbered, he could be killed. He had calmed by this point, and tears filled his orange eyes. Sydas's grey eyes were filled with horror and disbelief, but she firmly refused to believe that he was dead. You may go home, Kenai, if you wish to give up the search. Of course he wouldn't hear of such a thing, so they scouted around the pack with much more caution and stealth than their uncle had used. Once they were free from the pack area, the continued south. Sydas was convinced that Kismet had traveled this way. He would have been disoriented after the attack. But if he was disoriented, wouldn't he just roam, trying to figure out which was north? Why would he head in a certain direction? Sydas admitted that she didn't know why she felt the way she did, but all the same, she was convinced, and so they traveled south.
They ran into several more packs along the way, and they camped out and studied each in turn. Some were kind and let them rest in safety for a day or two, while others were indifferent, or dark and cruel. While running into one such pack, Sydas almost lost her life. She was camped out by herself because Kenai had left to go hunt for them both. She was laying down so as not to be seen, and was far enough away that he scent would not betray her, but close enough to see the activity of the pack, and to hear their calls. Suddenly, the most beautiful bird perched on a branch right above her, on a tree that stood at her back. It twittered happily, Hello, there. What are you doing? It was as if the bird knew that she could speak it's language. Sydas was almost instantly distracted, but not enough to really move. Hi! My brother and I are going south, but I need to rest badly. Just for a day or two. I'm studying this pack to see if they are friendly and will let me rest, or if we should just scout around them. The bird ruffled it's feathers in a friendly way, and trilled excitedly. Oh, I know this pack quite well! I can tell you! Sydas was now fully distracted, so excited by the fact that she could know instantly rather than in a week's time if she could rest. And that was when she made her mistake. In her excitement, she had jumped to her feet, not realizing how noisy her movements were. She turned her body towards the tree, and looked up to the branch. Sydas became slightly annoyed with herself: she had scared the bird away. She had moved to quickly. And then, as she started to turn around to return to her post, she felt a cold shiver go down her spine. A low growl and a soft rustling froze her actions.
The next thing Sydas remembers is waking up to an excruciating pain that lit her back on fire. First, she felt the pain. Then she heard a low, menacing growl, and her grey eyes shot open. Standing there, half-over and half in front of her, was Kenai. His lips were curled over his lips dangerously, and his orange eyes were like fire. The fur on his back was standing straight up, and he was slightly crouched. Another horrifying noise escaped his throat, and he spoke to three wolves that stood about five feet from him. I'm warning you. Leave. Now. The wolves glared at him, hate shining in their eyes, but after a few moments, they turned tail and left. One of them ran swiftly, while the other two ran much slower. One had a bad limp on his front leg, and blood was soaking his fur. The other sometimes stopped and leaned over his chest, as if his heart were burning. He also had a little blood on his coat. As soon as they were out of sight, Kenai relaxed and turned to look at Sydas. Sydas! Are you okay? What happened? You were perfectly hidden! How--? Sydas's pain-filled eyes silenced her brother instantly. What's wrong? Panic spiked his voice. Nothing. I'm fine. Sydas tried to stand up to reinforce her statement, but she yelped when pain stabbed at her back. Kenai refused to relocate her, despite the close proximity of the pack who had hurt her. He did not want to lose his bearings, and he was confident that he could protect her. And that he did. It didn't take long for Sydas's back to heal, because it had not been injured too badly, and they were soon back on their way.
After a few more months, nearing the end of fall, the siblings reached the Cape of Africa. They saw land in the distance, on the horizon of the vast ocean. Sydas was determined to go to the island to search for him there. Again, Kenai did not understand her logic. Why would he be on an island? He definitely wouldn't leave the mainland, Sydas. This is crazy. But Sydas was determined, and once again told Kenai that if he did not wish to come, he did not have to. Her brother rolled his eyes, sighed, and inclined his head. Well, go on then. And so they swam across, landing in the region of Tiayr.
Personality: Kenai is very much like his uncle Kismet. Humble, patient, kind and honest. Kismet served as the absolute best role model for Kenai, teaching him how hunt well and fight as well. However, he would never say he was an incredible wolf in any way. That's the modesty coming through.
Sydas' welfare is a high priority for Kenai, he is very protective of his little sister, perhaps to a fault. That coupled with his strength and fighting abilities makes for a deadly opponent when you make him angry. "Beware the wrath of a patient wolf." He never seems to be anywhere without Sydas, either because it's the protectiveness he has for her or simply because he enjoys her company. They feed off each other's energy in a good way, keeping each other going.
A serious minded wolf, Kenai doesn't always catch humor in the way it was intended but he is a good sport about it and tries to see things in the way it was meant. He is a realist, not always having the brightest outlook on life, which seems to be balanced out by his sister's optimism. He simply doesn't know how she does it, but he could never seem to learn how to be perky and bright all the time, he chooses to not 'tricking himself in to believing in something not true.'
He is a handsome one but would never acknowledge it, being a good, trustworthy wolf who protects for his loved ones is all he cares about. He chooses not to judge a book by its cover, rather lets other prove the type of wolf they are through actions. But once someone has lost his favor, it is very difficult to win it back. He is good at discerning other's true character but will sometimes let them play it out to test their devotion to trickery.
He is actually a little nervous around females other than his family. He hasn't decided on how he feels about a family, but he leaning towards maybe....eventually...having a mate. But the idea makes him nervous so it will take a very patient female.