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Post by cain on Oct 16, 2008 0:40:06 GMT -5
B A S I C S
Name: Cain
Name Meaning [optional]: N/A
Gender: Male
Mantle [if any]: Mortal, unless of course you deem otherwise! :3
Soul Mate: N/A
S P E C I F I C S
Visual: Cain is a sturdy brute. His strong shoulders and legs allow him to push off quickly when jumping or running, and stop him just as efficiently. He is of average size for a male wolf, but a stony demeanor tends to keep contenders away for the most part. His fierce eyes are judgmental and harsh, giving him a seemingly-perpetual scowl. Cain has slightly rounded ears, and his fur is mostly silver along his legs and flanks. Black coloration creeps from the top of his head down his back to his tail, and his belly is white.
Personality: Cain is not someone you are likely to be friends with, and he’s not someone you want as your enemy. As a general rule, he is not very amiable. His expression and posture always makes him seem as though he is ready to become very aggressive. He is quick to judge and make opinions of others, and quick to become jealous of them. Rather than realizing what he truly wants in any situation, he will see what someone else is satisfied with and decide that he will take it from them. He is a creature of paradoxes, harsh towards others and at the same time constantly seeking approval from those of higher rank than himself. He’s just a bit unbalanced.
History: Cain was one of just two survivors of his litter, along with his brother Abel. Their father Merrik was a stern wolf, but not cruel; he loved his mate and his two sons very much. Their mother, Kila, was a very gentle creature, who spent nearly all her time with her firstborn pups. Cain and his brother were very close to one another, always playing and wrestling with each other. They were inseparable. Abel was always the quieter of the two, and considerably gentler like their mother. Often it was Cain who would have to pressure him into their ventures or games, but Abel always followed for love of his brother. Cain would not have it any other way—he needed his brother with him in all of his explorations, and made sure Abel always joined. When their ventures carried them too far from the watchful eyes of their parents or into mild dangers, it was usually Cain who was scolded for being the instigator.
As he grew a little older, Cain quickly began to recognize the favoritism shown on Abel by their parents. Abel was gentle and sweet like their mother, and so he had her love always. And Abel resembled their mother in appearance, which earned him even the stern Merrik’s favor, for he loved his mate dearly. Cain, however, could not find their approval. Though of course they loved their son, Cain was an instigator, and he was scolded often. Cain soon found himself in a paradox, loving his brother dearly but becoming more and more envious of the favor shown to Abel. Jealousy grew, and eventually it smothered all the affection Cain held for his brother. One day Cain’s frustration overcame him. In a fit of desperation, Cain eliminated the obstacle between himself and his parents’ love: his brother, his own flesh and blood. When Cain returned to their den, covered in the blood of his littermate, Kila became hysterical. Merrik was enraged, and he viciously expelled Cain from the pack, disowning him.
Cain became a wanderer, and had countless nights alone to wander and ruminate over his dark deed. He was frustrated and confused. The helplessness he felt—for having failed to earn love from his sire and dam even when the only thing standing between them was gone, and for now not even having his brother—was overwhelming. This frustration grew to bitterness, and Cain became a cruel wolf. He was quick to snap at others, but needing approval from those of higher rank than himself.
E X T R A S
Picture: [see signature]
RP Example:
It was a half-lit day, the sun hidden behind a vast grey curtain of clouds. Fall had given up, relenting to winter’s cold grip. The trees were bare, and few leaves remained even on the forest floor. Cain enjoyed this time of year. The forest could be seen more clearly, without so much shrubbery and foliage building up upon itself and obscuring paths and prey. Winter was simple, and stark. Everything was in plain sight, no guesswork, no confusion.
He had made a small kill, just a rabbit, the remains of which were steaming in the cold air. He licked his maw, pink tongue flashing to clean away the blood from his muzzle. It was a very satisfying meal for a lone wolf. Not bad at all. The little devil had been fast, but Cain was smarter. He caught the creature off-guard and made a meal out of it. The stocky wolf spent some time cleaning his fur, until just a hint of pink remained at his muzzle and paws. Then he let out a sigh, breath rising into the frosty hair. He shook the cold from his fur as he rose to his feet, leaving the carcass behind him for the crows to pick at.
Winter was practically here…a hard time for any lone wolf. Prey was scarcer, and a pack would mean security. A pack would mean better chances at getting a meal. Cain sighed once more, and this time it came out as a growl. A pack…he didn’t play so well with others…it stressed him out. But he wasn’t a fool. He had spent winters alone before and he knew it was no easy thing to survive in that state. It was time to turn his nose to the ground and track down fellow lupines. Maybe he could find some company in this wretched land.
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Post by // Riddle on Oct 16, 2008 13:06:24 GMT -5
Accepted
Sounds awesome. Welcome to the game!
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Post by cain on Oct 16, 2008 14:04:12 GMT -5
Oh why thank you! :] Haven't written wolves in a long time, should be fun to get back into them!
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