Post by Malachi on Feb 19, 2015 12:51:11 GMT -5
Years RPing: Oh dear, I've lost count.
Other: Amateur contortionist.....
How You Found Us: Web Surfing
Birthday: May 9, 2014
Species: Mexican and Iranian and Grey
Physical (Full Adult Stats)
Height: 33 inches
Length: 50 inches
Weight: 130 pounds
Coat Color: Molted White and Grey with Black ridging his ears nose and dusted over his coat.
Eye Color: Greyish Blue.
Health Issues: Periodic panic attacks.
Other Information: Kinaya pup I adopted ages ago but never had a chance to RP. With Kaze and Kayi now on the scene, thought I could bring him back.
Mental Stability: Slightly Unstable
History: Such love! Never could he have imagined two wolves could love each other so much if he didn't see it for himself. Kismet and Inaya were perfect for each other, strong and caring through what ever life threw at them. Life seemed absolutely perfect, only rising with their joy when Inaya became pregnant and gave birth to four healthy, beautiful pups. Kamikaze: the oldest of the bunch who was born with a huge heart yet cryptic nature. Kayi: the gorgeous snowy sister who's quiet nature was enchanting and endearing. Adeline: The princess of the bunch who liked to act mature and older than everyone else, smart as a whip and spunky. Finally, Malachi: The youngest yet grew to be the largest. He was more of the rough and tumble type, horse play and tactical games were the name of the day. Sometimes he would get in trouble for being to rough in his play with his brother and sisters, but he had a hard time realizing he was bigger and stronger than them.
Never really forging a special bond with any of his siblings, Malachi directed all his energy to learning any and everything his elders would teach him. He didn't mind the strict manner with which their father raised them, even though it often cut short his mischievous adventures. He was starting to grow into a strong and disciplined wolf.
Their Uncle Kenai and Aunt Sydas were his world, spending all his time he could with them as they had incredible talents themselves and he had a thirst for knowledge.
But his perfect life came to a tragic and unexpected end.
A monstrous bear literally tore his family apart with its gnashing teeth and massive claws, stomping and slashing the young family with every movement. It was a nightmare come to life. His sweet mother was the first to succumb to its power, crushed like a withered leaf. Believing it was his duty to protect his family, he fought alongside his father despite Kismet's pleas for him to run and save himself. A mere pup against a giant.
Thrown to the side by a swipe of a paw, Malachi was cast into a bush and became tangled in it branches. Hanging there, vulnerable and trapped as the bear started to turn its attention to him. Kismet flung himself at the tyrant on a desperate attempt to save his family. The little pup managed to wriggle his way out of the entwining limbs of the bush but the scene before him shocked him so he couldn't move.
The screams of Kayi ringing in his ears would be a sound he would hear nearly every night after. The panic of fighting for not only his life but theirs made his heart race his swore it would beat out of his chest. Watching his father crash to the ground while making a final order to run and not look back, Malachi finally obeyed and turned tail and ran for his life. What of his family? Did they live? The brave qualities fought with the scared in his mind as his feet carried from the massacre.
Throwing himself under the roots of a tree, he wiggled deep under it and hid from whatever may have followed him. It was there he lost grip on his sanity as the sounds, sights and smells of what just happened crashed over him. He had it all and it was ripped from him. He began to ridicule himself for leaving without seeing if he could help any of them.....he was a failure....
Who knows how long he stayed there. Finally he wiggled out and found his way back to the scene. Staring dumbfounded at the after math as tears choked him and filled his eyes. His darling mother who was so forgiving and ready to snuggle her pups whenever she could.. now laid so still with blood surrounding her soft coat and clouds over her bright eyes. Their strong and brave father crumpled to the ground and torn to shreds. Malachi couldn't take in anymore, just sat there nuzzling a now cold Inaya and cried.
Then he left for the last time, imagining the rest of his family was dragged away and killed and that he was now alone in the world.
Personality: Malachi is brave, strong and diligent. Having taken to heart everything he was taught as a youngster in the ways of fighting, he has grown into an excellent warrior, practicing everyday as a way to remain connected with his lost father. Tall and handsome like Kismet, but not as open about caring for others as his parents. He doesn't think of himself as soft when in reality he can be a teddy bear at times.
Possessing a now complex personality that can range from gentle to dangerous at any given time, Malachi has a hard time fitting in anywhere. He feels safer in groups since he knows that numbers are stronger but he also loves to be alone since he feels he isn't endangering anyone but himself. He carries the bloodshed of his family heavily on his shoulders, thinking if he was a better fighter, bigger or stronger than he was he may have made a difference.
Rarely does he smile or relax completely. Serious and, to some, harsh in his outlook on life, he is every bit a soldier ready for action. For he vowed to never be caught off guard again. He acts much older than his mere one year, he has seen more than many have at this age and lived to tell the story.
Already possessing a baritone voice that rumbles in his chest, adding even more to his presence.
Incredibly protective, even to a fault, which he likes to think he got from his Uncle Kenai as another thread connecting him to his family.
Susceptible to panic attacks from nightmares or catches the scent of a bear. Generally these are rare but powerful. Sometimes he has been rendered completely powerless to the attack for extended periods of time.
He dreams of the happy times, wishing he could go back in time and see his family again. Wishing he could change how he treated his siblings, be more gentle and maybe try to become close to them. Let them know how he treasured each and every one of them.
Some may see his persona as without depth, merely seeing the stone like expression on his face that is now the norm. But deep down a heart beats for those he loves, willing to do anything and everything for those willing to take the journey to see it. He isn't just the war torn rogue, he is capable of love, happiness and peace. But for now, fighting is all he knows and is well aware of the cruelty of life.