Post by Essence on May 4, 2009 20:24:01 GMT -5
Rank: I am a loner. If I join this pack, I hope to be nothing less of a battle strategist or guard. After all, fighting is my life.
Gender: I'm a female, you idiot. How could you not tell?
Age: I'm at the young age of eighteen. Still got a long way to go, you know.
Mate: Nope, none. No thanks. Mates are forever, I do not feel indulged into having a male beside me. I'm best, alone.
Pups: How could I have pups without a mate? Really? And, what is up with all these personal questions the first time you meet me?
Height: I stand at four foot, two inches at the shoulder. Tall, huh? Not for a Me Nazxb wolf.
Weight: I weight around- Wait... Didn't I bring up the personal questions thing earlier? You can see me, I'm thin, do the math.
Description:
I am a Amasite wolf. My fur is black after going through the shift, and I have lost my memory. My eyes are odd, not only for a Amasite, but also because neither my mother or father had green eyes. Now that the basics are covered, I shall go into detail about my markings.
As all know, Amasites' have markings that not only tell of their past since they day they were born, but also what pack they were born into. My markings, however, tell a slightly different story...
You see, I've been kicked out of my pack.
The marking in the center of my head is the symbol for the Me Nazxb pack. In English, that means No Mercy. In all truth, we don't show mercy. Not one drop of it. However, as you can tell, the edges of my marking are turning white. This is because I have been kicked out, and am no longer a member of the pack.
The other markings I have are simply stories of my past. You see, unlike other wolves, we Amasite wolves also have a way to read the markings and know one's past instantly.
My build is average for my size as a Amasite. I may not look like much, but do not let that fool you. I am just as much a trained fighter as the next Amasite wolf. I won't back down from a challenge, so if you do not think you could beat me, do not challenge me. I show no mercy.
History:
Lightning flashed across the sky. My heart quickened. This was my first battle- only at the age of two years. I would show my trainers, my teachers, my mentors that I hadn't disappointed them. I would show them. I would show them all.
My eyes traveled to the sky above, watching as the lightning lit up the clouds, the ground I stood on, and everything between. I could feel the wind picking up, I could feel it all threatening to come down on us. I would meet the challenge if it dared.
"Sor, you okay?"
I turned my head to my friend. The only person I cared for, the only pup born around the time I was. "I couldn't be better. How about you, Kit?" I spoke in my native tongue. The words rolled off my lips easily, unlike the English we were forced to learn.
We stared at one another for a while, before I finally broke the eye contact. I wasn't ready for what he wanted. He knew that. Why did he always look at me with those sad eyes, those eyes in which made me feel the sorrow that we had been taught to banish long ago.
"Sor, I love you. You do know that, right?"
I locked my jaw tightly as he came up beside me. The truth was, I cared for him as well. More than I should. He was the only one who could help me through the troubling times, snap me back when my emotions showed. But he was being too pushy. He already wanted to have pups, when we weren't even mates. He knew I didn't want pups, he knew I didn't want a mate. But he constantly hounded me...
"Leave me alone, Kit." I snap at him, continuing our march over the land. I quickened my pace, I didn't need him here right now. It would cloud my judgment. I couldn't have that. I had to show everyone I wasn't a worthless pup that they should've killed. I needed him to go away.
We walked spread out after that, not saying a word. If there was one thing, he knew when to leave me alone.
But I was feeling anger. I needed to remove that. I needed to remove it quickly.
I closed my eyes, calming myself down to the point there was only calm in my mind. Then I cast that out as well, leave nothing but a empty shell of who I naturally was. In Training, they taught us to be void of all emotions. To strip away all happiness, sadness, anger, calm, everything. It was the only way to win. I just needed to remember that.
As I open my eyes, I stop at the sight of it. There are already several wolves in battle, their cries rising above the storm's winds. I can see the blood-covered ground, I can see the bodies wrestling in the mud. Even without the light of the lightning above.
Just as I thought it, a flash of lightning lit up the battleground. Rain began to pound on us, making our fur stick to our sides, but we charged at the thunder hit us. Then it was all a blur, right as we hit the first wave of enemies.
~~~
"Myia, get over here! She needs some help!"
Who needs help?
I stirred, wanting to open my eyes. I couldn't though. I was so tired... I could feel it weighing down on me. It felt like the Earth itself was trying to sink me into her being. I was struggling just to stay above the surface.
Just then, a jolt of pain sent me gasping. I felt my body tremble from the pain, and I knew it hurt, but I couldn't feel it.
"Sor, Sor can you hear me? You have to stay awake! Come on, would you want to let your family and mentors down now?"
Who was that? The voice... it sounded familiar, but I didn't know who it was. My eyelids were so heavy, I couldn't even try to lift them. I didn't dare try either. No, not with the pain that I kept pushing to the pack of my mind. I had to keep this under control. I had to keep my pain nonexistent. But.. Sleeping sounded so good. But, the voice told me to stay awake. Why should I listen to the voice? I didn't even know it. Maybe it is all just a dream...
~~~
I awoke to the sound of birds. The freaking birds. I was going to kill those freaking birds. They were annoying the hell out of me, and my head was throbbing. It did not want to wake up, even though the warmth of sunlight hit my face. I did not want to wake up.
Then I felt something move next to me. I jolted up, letting out a whimper when pain shot through my entire body. I sat there, paralyzed for a moment, before I got it under control. I laid down slowly, turning my head just enough to see what had moved beside me. My vision was blurry, I could hardly make out the form. But I knew his scent anywhere. "Kit?"
the form beside her stirred, and she blinked when she smelt a new scent. This wasn't Kit. Her vision cleared a bit, and she continued to blink. "Tyin?" I asked. He was Kit's father. Why would he be here, next to me?
"Sor, you're awake!"
the rough voice said. We was startled, I could tell, but just as quickly as the emotion showed up, it was gone. "Let me get Myia."
Was that a hint of sadness in his voice? No, no. Tyin never showed any emotion. Not since his mate died after giving birth to a dead pup a hear before. He had stayed only to keep watch over Kit for a few years. We all knew he would kill himself after Kit was made a full member of the pack.
I watched as the healer came in. She looked worried, only the healers could show emotions and not be punished for it. I stared blankly at her. How bad had I gotten hurt?
"Sor, sweetie, Kit is dead."
I stared at her. It felt like someone had sliced their claws up and down my sides, and I was helplessly bleeding to death. Kit couldn't be dead. that was his voice I heard when I woke up the first time. It was Kit. How could he have died? This had to be a joke. Not the same wolf that had grown up with me. Not the wolf that could help me control my emotions. No, not Kit. There was no way.
"After he saw what happened to you, he went on a rampage, Sor. He thought you were dead. We couldn't stop him, he killed three of our commanders, and then went straight for the enemies. He beat him, Sor, but he died from the wounds. We couldn't help him."
I closed my eyes. My head was spinning. I thought I was going to pass out, I could feel it coming. All I would have to do is give into it... "You're lying." I stated bluntly. "You have to be lying."
Just them I heard Tyin pad forward, putting his nose to my head. "I wish it was a lie."
The words shattered what little resolve I had. I shook my head, stood up despite the pain and the fact Myia rushed forward demanding I lay down, and lifted my head and let out a solo howl. I felt it all tumbling out of me. Every sad moment I had held back, all the anger, all the happy times. It all came out. I felt the world go black, and the cold hard ground hitting me just as I passed out.
~~~
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I looked out at the crowd. It had been five years after Kit died, and Tyin. They were little more than a memory to me now, one of the things I had stuffed in the back of my mind long ago.
Now I was becoming a full member of the pack.
I had become a full member of the pack.
Now I was just staring out at the crowd. Normally wolves gave speeches of how they would take all they learned from their mentors and parents and use it for the best of the pack, but I had no such plan.
"Damn you all."
I said the words loud and clear. Everyone looked at me, only the pups and healers gasping.
"You idiots know nothing of what life is. I am ashamed of what I am. I feel like dirty blood runs through my veins. I want you all to die. Now, shall we add a kicking-out ceremony as well?" I asked, my gaze sweeping over the crowd. All I could see was their expressions, the things they tried so desperately to hide. I wanted to laugh at them. Stupid animals.
I turned to the alpha, who stood beside me. I saw anger in his eyes, and turned to face him. I tilted my head, and didn't wince once when he attacked me head-on. I didn't hear a whimper when he was thrown back, landing on a rock I had planned him to land on for years, and was killed instantly.
My head burned, but I turned away, flicking my rather long tail as I did so. "Good luck," I called over my shoulder as I walked out, the wolves only staring at the place where their leader laid, dead.
I had killed the alpha.
Great.
He had killed my family. And that was one thing I could not forget.
Karma got the better of him.
She remembers none of this, however.
Family:
I've forgotten them long ago. None of them are living, anyways.
Personality:
I'm sarcastic. Get over it. I don't care what the hell you think of me, I'm going to live my life the way I want it. If you don't like it, try to fight me. I dare you.
I will never back down from a challenge. Even if it costs me my life, I don't care. I will fight to the death, and show no mercy.
Even though I am a Amasite, I do not have the full control on my emotions that most do. Instead I allow the angry to flow through, and I tend to channel everything into anger. Want to try and change that? Good luck.
And no, I do not mind telling you how it is. Don't want the blunt truth? Don't ask me. I won't soften the blow, I won't try to comfort you. I. Don't. Care.
I will not break a promise. Even though I go back on a lot of the Amasite ways, that is one I can never back out of. Once I make a promise, I will keep if until I die. Or until it expires.
I don't like wolves. I am a loner. I do not want company, I do not want other walking around on my toes. I want to be alone.
Oh- and don't wake me up from a nap. Last wolf that did that is now dead.
After the shift, she seems to have calmed down a bit. Still has a bit of a temper, but it is nothing like before. Doesn't mean she'll allow herself to be pushed around though.
Likes:
- To eat. I'm thin, but I love eating.
- Hunting. It's peaceful, until you actually kill the thing.
- Fish. Yes, I am one of those wolves that like fish.
- Fighting. Amasite... In my blood?
- Silence.
- Being alone.
- Wolves that do not go back on their promises {I'm not physically able to...}
- Wolves that do not talk a lot.
- Wolves that do not want to be buddy-buddy the moment we meet.
- Wolves that respect the personal bubble.
- Storms
Dislikes:
- Birds.
- Other wolves.
- Anyone from Amasite descent.
- Loud, annoying wolves.
- Games.
- Wind.
- Being in crowded areas.
- Being woken from my sleep.
- Wolves that just try to get on your nerves.
- Male wolves. ANY male wolves.
- Pups.
- Forests.
- Beaches.
- Families of wolves.
- Packs of wolves.
- Buddy-buddy wolves.
Powers: Other than the normal Amasite strength and speed, she also has two powers.
Seeing double
Sorin can make a copy of herself, however, it is not solid. If it is, very slightly. So far, she can only have three copies, and when she has three, they are not solid at all, but not see-through. When she tries four, they are see-through. When she just has one copy of herself, it is actually slightly solid.
This is a work-in-progress power. She has a good grasp on it, but there is a lot of room to improve. If she ever sits down and actually tries to work on it, that is.
Soul Ribbon
This is a attack power. What it is, is basically a ribbon that few can see. The only ones that can see it are those whom have been trained to see it.
It is basically a ribbon made from the 'thread' of Sorin's soul. It cannot be broken, for then she would have no soul, but it can disappear when it is on the edge. She doesn't control it. When it is about to be broken, it vanishes.
The ribbon can be used in many ways. Some of them include trapping a wolf, being used as a 'knife' in ways, and being able to make Sorin blend into the background. Granted, the stronger the thing is, the more she is unable to move. There are more ways than just that, and she has perfected most of the techniques she has thought of. After all, that power is often the the thread between life and death.
Has she discovered all of the mysteries of the Soul Ribbon? No. She still has a lot to learn.
Weaknesses:
- All weaknesses that Amasites have.
- She is a very angry wolf, which gets her into a lot of trouble.
- If her Soul Ribbon is ever broken before it can disappear, she is more or less a empty shell.
- If she fights, it is to the death. She won't back out, and she won't show mercy.
- She can be a bit easy to trick, or mislead.
- With the Soul Ribbon, it always has a chance of harming her the same way it is harming her victim. And it leaves her somewhat immobile.
- She has no one to talk to. In other words, very troubled. {How would you feel if you couldn't rant to someone? Anyone?}
- Her red fur is easy to spot out.
- She has quite a temper...
Other Information:
She is a Amasite wolf.
Other than that, nothing. I might be trying to find a mate for her, just so it's out there xD Doesn't mean ask me if ____ can be her mate. I'll tell you to see through role play ;p
