Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2014 17:59:32 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Cogs
Years RPing: A while, ha.
Other: This guy's from Zen's Kairos adopts.
How You Found Us: I don't even remember.
General
Name: Solomon
Birthday: February 2nd, 2011
Gender: Male
Species: Mackenzie Valley wolf and Arctic wolf.
Physical
Height: 36 inches
Length: 59 inches
Weight: 160 lbs
Coat Color: Grays of varying shades, darkest along his spine, and a pale muzzle.
Eye Color: A peircing yellow.
Health Issues: N/A
Other Information: His brother, Dire (Jedidiah), started calling him "Sol" a while back, and he has kept the nickname.
Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History: The brothers were born in a land far removed from the island of Anikira to the north, where the mountains scraped a sky that was frigid and disagreeable ten months out of the year and mostly dark the other two. Their parents were as good as loners, for pack life was made impossible by the reign of strange, tall beings known as humans, whose packs dominated the continent and choked out most else. Northern wolves' existence was nomadic and unpredictable at best, and short at worst.
Solomon was the eldest by a few heartbeats one wintry night, and Dire soon after. Though their unnamed parents loved them both, they were looked upon as a potentially deadly mistake, creating more mouths to feed. It was not long before they were on their own, just on the early side of seven seasons old.
From the beginning, the brothers did not get along. Sol was reserved and quiet by nature, Dire was loud and hot-tempered. They butted heads often and on more than one occasion separated, only to find each other again at the outskirts of the next human place. It seemed neither could escape the other, however much they tried. Their meetings were tense and sometimes escalated into outright fights. It finally came to a head one night at the edge of a human place on the edge of the sea. The brothers came to blows over something or other- both had long forgotten what- but this time, they drew attention.
There was a group of shiphands nearby, their boats docked and still and time to kill before a cargo charter of exotic animals to Singapore. It wasn't legal, one of them often liked to say, but it paid. They were planning a night of barhopping when they heard a commotion in one of the nearby alleys. At first it was dismissed as stray dogs fighting, but after the noise carried on for some time, several of the sailors went to scare the annoying buggers off.
Instead they found two large wolves, thin but in their prime. Wolves were fairly common around this port, they knew. But the ship had recently lost a wolf on the journey to Norway to pick up a tiger, and the decision required little thinking. They had a job to do, and wouldn't their employers be surprised with not only one wolf, but two?
Dire and Sol were hopelessly cornered in the alley, and the sailors made quick work of capturing them. Solomon and Dire fought frantically, but they had been caught unawares and were trapped, disorganized, and each was only concerned about himself. Shortly they were each tangled in nets and thrown in a dark, unfamiliar place.
The belly of the ship was pitch dark, and smelled awful. Sol was roughly thrown into something; he didn't know what it was called, a place with hard sticks that blocked escape. He lay there, winded, before Dire was abruptly thrown in on top of him. Then they were left alone, bewildered, and exhausted, in the dark.
The months the two spent in the belly of the ship was nothing less than hell. It was dark at all hours of the day, and stiflingly hot, so that the brothers' thick fur was torturously sticky and heavy. There were other creatures in with them, too, things Sol did not know and could not hope to name. Their shrieks and cried echoed ceaselessly. Occasionally the humans would come down into the hold, smelling sharp and acidic. Dire, with his fiery temper and easily provoked rage, often took the brunt of the sailors' drunken beatings.
The brothers' situation didn't improve for a long, long time. Days were meaningless in the constant dark, the only harsh light coming from bright hold lights the sailors turned on when they went down to terrorize the animals. Time blurred for Solomon, hours of laying in a cage alongside, but not near, his brother, punctuated by feeding and a bucket of water being set into the cage at seemingly random intervals. He rarely spoke to Dire. They had little to talk about.
Unbeknownst to them, trouble was approaching again. At a stop in Madrid, the sailors acquired a rare creature; a small bear called a sunbear. When two of the shiphands took it down into the hold, blindfolded and sedated, they simply threw it into a random cage, too lazy to turn the lights on and find an empty cage.
Solomon awoke from a doze when the cage door was kicked open. In an instant, he was on his paws, wary from dozens of times of seemingly senseless abuse. Dire was up and growling next to him, fur bristling.
It took awhile for the sunbear to shrug off its sedative haze, but when it did, its blind rage was unhindered. It had been poked and kicked and shaken, and it barely turned around before going straight for the first thing it smelled- Dire.
Dire was unprepared for what hit him. The bear was strong, and frothing with unbridled rage, and it had terribly sharp claws. In the close space he had nearly no chance. And Sol realized, as he watched the bear rip its claws into Dire's side, that for the first time in his life he did not want to lose his brother. And so for the first time, the brothers fought as one. Dire was a blur of raw energy in the small space, gums peeled back in a frightful snarl as he went on the offense. Sol had his back now, and he held it well; like a stone wall he took the blows the sunbear dealt and provided somewhere for Dire to fall back to. They worked as a team until the bear fell from exhaustion and blood loss, Dire snapping its neck once it was on the ground. The brothers, now united, could only stare at each other in the dark in the small space. They were still weakened, hungry, lost, and in the dark, but now they had each other as well.
Fate has a funny way of going about it's business. On the ship that same day, as the brothers laid down beside each other in the small space away from the sunbear's body, the hungover sailor piloting the ship ran aground on a reef off the coast of the Cape of Good Hope by accident. The ship ground to a halt. Several shiphands went down and discovered an ugly gash in the belly of the ship, seawater gushing into the hold like blood from a wound. The animals had to be brought up on deck while it was being blocked up to make it to the port of Cape of Good hope. The sunlight was so blinding when Sol was brought up it was a time before he could see again. They were set down roughly onto the deck, and one of the sailors gave it a kick as he went down into the hold. Solomon saw it spring open. Everything was condensed into short moments. Dire was out of the cage, Sol at his heels. Their claws skidded on the deck. The sailors were shouting, pointing at the sunbear still in the cage. One of them swung at him with something in its paw. Sol ducked, and then they were over the side and into the water. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dire hit the water, and then he was swept under.
Near the Cape of Good Hope was a current stream, close to the top of the water. It emptied out next to a small island known to the locals as Tas'alea. Early in the morning, in early winter, two sodden figures washed up onto the beaches of a small cove.
Personality: "Sol is profoundly solemn – he rarely shows strong emotions, and comes across as a little hard-hearted, though this is merely an extension of his apathy."
Solomon's patience and calm are seemingly infinite. He is the measure in opposite of his brother; as levelheaded as Dire is chaotic, as solidly seated in his beliefs as his brother is reckless, and as impassive as he is fiery-tempered. That isn't to say that Solomon fits under the term "peaceful" or "gentle", but he doesn't outright enjoy dirty work like Jedidiah does, instead with approaching it with a very utilitarian view of "what must be done must be done."
He follows orders well, but only if he agrees with them. Solomon is not one to blindly obey; he will judge whether it is right and fair in his view, and then make his descision on his own. He "follows his instinct before he follows laws or rules", and if he has an objection, he doesn't hesitate to voice it, though it will be made in a proper way and a calm voice. Solomon does not fear confrontaion. His resolve is as solid as stone, and that stonelike aspect is carried over to the rest of his personality.
While he isn't stupid or slow-thinking, his words and movements are very deliberate and fluid. His thought process, too, is deliberate, and very careful, and though he is capable of thinking on his feet, he doesn't like it because he feels that outright reactions make for bad choices. "He is sincere and honest in all that he does, though he is highly guarded; patient and very slow to anger." Solomon sees no reason to be dishonest, but it is worth being mentioned that that doesn't mean he has his thoughts out in the open for anyone to read. He doesn't care for idle talk or useless banter, and prefers his own company over others'. "He assumes a ‘quiet but powerful’ aura, which can often come across as intimidating to others around him."
It's not clear whether Sol has grown to be the way he is in a lifelong attempt to put some sort of barrier against his brother and the ones he may harm, or simply is adversely different than Dire in the way that close siblings often are. Their past is a murky subject, and is not usally touched upon, but the two are extremely close, and Sol cares deeply for his brother- but shows it in a very obtuse way. When they are together, Dire does most of the talking. "He has no interest in a mate, and lacks ambition altogether."
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