Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 6:27:10 GMT -5
OOC
Name:Rea
Years RPing: On and off for the past.... 5 years? 6? I can't remember
Other: nada
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General
Name: Zitao (nickname Tao)
Birthday: May 2, 2010
Gender: Male
Species: Mackenzie Valley Wolf
Physical
Height: 42 inches
Length: 63 inches
Weight: 155 pounds
Coat Color: Black
Eye Color: Yellow
Health Issues: none
Other Information: none
Mental
Mental Stability: I guess unstable? Its not like hes nuts, but hes very sadistic, creepily poetic and just has a chilling wrongness about him. He is kinda borderline, I suppose, but more on the insane side.
History:
Zitao has lived in the lands of Anikira all his life. Not that he had bothered to learn them. He preferred it that way, the constant thought that you were lost, the endless maze of trees and plains, open areas eventually giving way to the constant push of nature. He traveled alone. He didn't prefer it, but it was rather hard to find someone willing to stay with him. Most got scared off.
Perhaps, had he brothers or sisters, they could have endured his constant distance, his urges to travel, as if he was trying to find something that not even he knew what it was. He had, however, been a pup that had not enjoyed the thought of having a mothers' divided attention. He wanted it all. He could still hear the screams of his siblings, fresh and sweet in his mind. Their terror and pain had sprouted something within him. Something dark; dangerous. If he could do that to his own kin, then there was no limit on the gore to be shed.
His mother was next. Once he no longer needed her to survive, he made sure to erase any loose ends of his past. It had been harder, yes, but the monster in the corner urged him on, until the only sounds were his ragged breath in the night and the soft dripping of blood on virgin snow. His mothers blood,of course.
For months to come, he would find himself wandering, enjoying both the scenic aspects of what new places had to offer and the fresh choices of victims to feed the monster. He had dismantled all sorts of animals, whether it be deer, wolf, or creatures that even he didn't recognize. They all made different sounds when they died. he would listen to their songs, weaving them into his memory, before they sputtered out into lifeless silence.
Sometimes, he would laugh as he did it, a creepy echo of giggles and hysterics. Other times, he would cry. The hot tears wove through his fur, fueling his anger. But no, he had to be gentle. If he let the monster take control, his victim would be dead too quickly, and that wouldn't do.
He didn't know how long he had been at it, the time blurred into inconceivable memories. It seemed he had done so much, for someone of his age. There were too many happenings, crammed into the short 4 years of his life. He was bursting at the seams.
It was a simple doe that had brought him out of his stupor. It had made the most glorious of noises as he devoured its life, and it was only when it stilled that he realized he was not alone. His gaze wandered over the thin form of a fawn, young and stupid, bleating for its now dead mother. Even the monster could not overcome the horror that he felt. he was disgusted. With himself, the world, and mostly, the monster.
Tao stood, his eyes flicking over the land before him. He promised himself a new beginning; an even playing field for him and the monster in his head. He would not lose.
Not again.
Personality: Zitao is broken, to say it simply. He constantly battles with his past, and what hes done (and what he still wants to do), and it makes it seem distant. He is somewhat of an introvert,and only speaks after listening and thinking. When meeting strangers, he likes to keep his distance, and not get too close. One thing he has learned is that the more you love someone, the more it hurts when they leave.
It will be hard for anyone to get close to him, because while he is capable of relationships and connections, he also still has the voice of "the monster" in his head. Killing is his release. If hes stressed, bored, or angry, that's how he copes. HOWEVER! once someone gets through his wall, he can get super protective. He grew up not having anyone (even if it was his own fault), so losing someone is particularly harsh on him, and may cause panic attacks, depending on their relationship. (and of course panic attacks lead to more killing too sooth his mind)
When he speaks, his voice has a quiet intensity, and he is usually talks in condescending tones. He can get very poetic at times, and holds himself in a way that suggests that he couldn't care less about anything. Not that that is true, but Tao believes that the more dead he feels inside, the less he has the urge to peel the skin of some poor creatures' limbs.
He mostly acts unreachable and indifferent in order to keep people at a distance, however this air of apathy has gotten him into trouble with several touchy alphas, and Tao is lucid enough to realize trouble when hes in it (and he often is).
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