Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2015 0:30:47 GMT -5
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Name: Quiet
Years RPing: 6+ yrs
Other: um, not at the moment no
How You Found Us: research lol
General
Name: Nameste
Birthday: January 2nd 2011
Gender: female
Species: tundra wolf
Physical
Height: 28in
Length: 59in
Weight: 105lbs
Coat Color: black
Eye Color: red-orange
Health Issues: not any currently
Other Information: N/A
Mental
Mental Stability: She's slightly unstable...but sane most days
History:
Nameste was born by a lone she-wolf who simply called herself Nameless. The sole survivor of a litter of four, Nameste was born into a harsh and very cold world. From the time she was three months old, Nameste learned quickly the art of stealth and silence. In order to keep them both alive in the mountains, Nameste had to follow her mother rather than staying at the den. Without the safety of the pack, she was liable to be killed by the other predators. In an effort to stay alive, she became her mother’s shadow. She would hide in fallen logs and underbrush while her mother hunted, as silent as a church mouse. She and her mother had developed a soundless communicating system one that allowed her to tell when it was safe to come out or not. A series of tail twitches and ear movements, accompanied by muzzle and body placement spoke volumes to the pup. Nameste and Nameless didn’t speak to one another very much, preferring the company of each other’s silence. At six months of age, Nameste began accompanying her mother on hunts, still trailing behind like the shadow. Her fur was black as night while her mother was a solid white. She had asked about this observation and was promptly told the fur coloring came from her father…and nothing else. Nameste had never wondered about her father or heritage, for the need to survive overrode such trivial matters.
Even at her young age, Nameste was quickly proven to be a talented hunter like her mother. The two often worked together to take down food, and then again as they had to defend their catch. It was easy living the nomadic lifestyle that they did, but it was simple and somewhat thoughtless. There was only one thing that mattered and that was survival.
However, the rules of their lives changed when they came down from the mountains.
There was a pack of wolves on the outskirts of the mountain. When Nameste and Nameless came down they were immediately spotted. Both she wolves were wary of the group and tried to avoid them, but it didn’t work as the pack had followed them and then proceeded to capture them. The alpha of the pack had immediately taken a liking to Nameless, who on the other hand, hated him. Yet outnumbered and powered by these wolves who were larger than she was, Nameless had no choice but to submit…on the one condition that they did not kill Nameste. The Alpha kept his word…and made the yearling the omega.
At a year old, Nameste was growing rapidly, and so was her mind. Terribly intelligent, Nameste saw much fault in the pack’s hierarchy, and more importantly with the treatment of her mother. The pack was cruel, they fought amongst each other and were very greedy when it came to hunting. They did not treat the females kindly in this pack, and due to the fact that she was forced into the omega position, she treated with nothing but malice. They didn’t even call her by her name, using the term ‘outsider’ to address her. It was due to this conduct that Namaste’s brain began to morph, turning into something dark and twisted. She dreamed of their deaths and would take no remorse should they parish.
In the early month of January when Nameste turned two years of age, Nameless had given birth to a litter sired by the alpha. Yet, every single one of them were still born. Not a single survivor. Angered, Nameless faced attack from the alpha and his subordinates and in the attempts to defend herself, she was killed. Nameste didn’t have words to describe the rage she felt, the thirst for vengeance ran hot through her blood. But as angry as she was, she couldn’t do no more than mourn her mother’s death in silence. Months later, Nameste began to plan her escape and on a foggy dreary night, she took off into the darkness, running as fast as she could. Of course, she was chased by one of the pack mates, who had intended to capture her and bring her back. The pack were foolish for sending one wolf to try and drag her back. That night, Nameste tasted the blood of her own kind on her lips and felt savagery of war. Something in her had snapped, something precious had broken. Instead of leaving, the she wolf put her talents to use…and began to pursue her tormentors.
For three months she followed behind them on silent footsteps, kept out of their range and downwind so they couldn’t scent her. When she suspected they had spotted her, she’d disappear among the higher cliffs and followed them from there. She was born in the mountain and knew the terrain far better than they.
The she wolf knew that the males of the pack would be harder to fight on her own, as they were larger than she. So she planned carefully and kept track of her surroundings to use it to her advantage. There were six wolves in total after she eliminated the one who tracked her in the night. She was ruthless in her tactics and strategically arranged for them to die. When two of the wolves became ill, she singled them out and killed them at their own den site. Afterwards, she would lie in wait for weeks before striking again. She also kept watch of their status, how distrust began to brew among them causing their fights among each other to grow. The beta wolf even challenged the alpha, but lost and had to go lick his wounds. Nameste took full advantage of the situation, making herself known and then gave chase. Even though they were not completely healed and had just finished fighting, they would chase her with the belief that she, an omega could do nothing. How wrong they were.
Hidden among the darkness, Nameste would often spring on them from hidden locations, catching them off guard with the element of surprise, lead them to rivers with the intent to fight and then drown them. If there were no rivers then she led them dangerously close to bear dens that were active. (Though sometimes, she herself was in danger with that approach.) If she did not kill them, One by one, she took them down until there was only two wolves left; the alpha and beta.
She did not concern herself with the beta, for he was dying anyways. A vicious bite form a mountain lion had left him injured and out of her way. No, her only focus was the alpha. She made herself known once more, though this time had no intentions of running or setting a trap. She challenged him and was soon met with one of the bloodiest battles of her life. She came out of it alive, but not without the large scar to her hind quarters from where he had tried to drag her down. After the battle was over, Nameste left to go lick her wound and wait till they healed. The madness in her mind was quelled for now, but she knew it was only a matter of time before it was triggered yet again.
When the wounds healed, three year old Nameste set off on her travels once again. She searched for a place where her past didn’t matter, where her skills could be put to use. Thus she found herself in the lands of Anikira.
Personality:
Nameste is an oddity in and of herself. Quiet with a tendency to keep to herself, Nameste doesn’t display signs of friendliness of any kind. If anything she’s cold and distant and terribly stand offish, she hardly speaks unless there is something that really needs to be said or someone is addressing her directly. She doesn’t make small talk, the effort too awkward and annoying for her. Nameste is always aware of her surroundings at all times, even the smallest details don’t go unnoticed by this she wolf. She can also blend into the landscape around her, being there without being there. She’s an exceptional hunter always using her keen intelligence to place a good strategy in a hunt.
Among other wolves, there is always something…different about Nameste that the more sensitive lupines can pick up on. Stripped down to her inner core, there is very much madness inside of her. A deep bloodlust that lays in wait on a near constant basis. This bloodlust is almost like its own entity in which once it takes over, there is hardly anything that can turn it off. The quiet wolf turns into nothing short of the beast that is inside, truly primal to its core. It cares for nothing but bloodshed and violence and the results can cause her to lash out at anyone, blind to rank or any bonds she might have. Yet there is a light to this dark she wolf, something that most others wouldn’t even begin to suspect. There is a small amount of kindness in this wolf, though it is presented in very odd and unusual ways. If she gives you her trust, then know that her loyalty is eternal, until death.
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