Post by larkonic on Oct 14, 2011 11:59:00 GMT -6
((I'm sorry the history is REALLY long))
Name: Felkani
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Height: 3'7 ft At shoulder.
Race: Wolf
Sub-Race: Shapeshifter/ Demon
Breed: Youroi
Pack: N/A
Rank: N/A
Appearance:
Felkani is true to his Youroi blood with long legs and a lithe body made for swift movement. His fur is long, sleek, and the color of fresh snow. The places where fur changes length along his pelt are edged in deep sparkling blue giving him an etched appearance.
His eyes are like cracked ice and are underlined with the same blue as on the rest of his body with matching color spots just above. Beneath the underline is another stripe, starting about midway beneath his eye, that trails down his nose thinning along the way.
Like his Brothers, Felkani's pupils are usually constricted, making him constantly look wide eyed and curious.
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Personality:
He's a kind, quiet creature. He avoids conflict as often as possible. However he's not afraid to defend what he stands for, violently if necessary. His life before wandering was filled with fighting and he just wants to get away from that as much as possible. He's always willing to get along with someone.
Underneath the friendliness however is deep seated distrust that he desperately tries to suppress. It was a trait that saved his life many times in the past but those times are gone now and it has become more of a hindrance than anything. He always seems wary and can usually tell when someone isn't quite what they seem. A gift from his father who made a living out of such deceptions.
Magic:
Wind/Mist
Spells:
Whenever he uses a spell his eyes flash bright blue and light intricate patterns appear on his fur.
Mist Body: Combining his shapeshifting abilities with his elemental powers he turns himself into mist, usually to get out of harms way. He can't hold the shape for long and needs an open space to re-materialize. He is still vulnerable to magic in this form. Especially ice.
Mist Shroud: He summons a huge cloud of thick fog about 100ft in diameter that only he and other similar elements can easily navigate.
Wind Body: Like mist body, he becomes a strong gust of wind. He can use himself like a thousand little blades or one big one to cut at his enemies, or twist himself into a mini tornado. While in this form he is still very vulnerable to magic attacks, especially fire. It hurts him if the wind is dispersed.
Scathing Burst: What he uses most in terms of spells. He concentrates little wind currents around his paws. When these currents connect with the enemies' body they burst outward, strengthening his attacks. He can also do this with his teeth.
Transformations:
All of his forms have blue markings. Druin looks just like his usual patterns but obviously on a different body. Crow and Peregrine have their wings and tails tipped in blue with a matching crescent of color around the base of their necks. Windigo has just his eye markings visible.
Druin: This is his best fighting form though he tries to avoid using it. He cannot understand or speak Druinish and is slightly smaller than the average Gaiku wolf.
Crow: For stealth. Crows are known to be curious but no one expects them to coherently share what they hear. His only problem in this form are the hawks and owls that sometimes think he's food.
Peregrine Falcon: For speed. Virtually nothing can catch him in this form. Though his small size makes him vulnerable.
Windigo: A form inherited from his mother. He can only manifest this in times of extreme anger or dire need. It causes him great pain to use. He becomes a monstrous invisible creature with wings of air and long bladed claws. Only his glowing Blue eyes can be seen, the rest is vicious wind screaming around him. Like the creature he represents, he picks up his victims and drags them at high speed along the ground, attempting to break and burn them to ash from the friction. He is not invulnerable and upon turning back he may be unconscious for long periods of time.
Skills:
He isn't terribly strong but he is extremely fast with impressive reflexes. He has slightly longer claws and teeth than a normal wolf. He is keen to deceptions but mostly because he doesn't fully trust anyone. He's very wise and is good at understand things from another's perspective. He is also very stealthy, though his white pelt makes it hard for this skill to be fully effective sometimes.
Biography:
Felkani is the son of a Youroi deserter and a demon. His father, Larkonac, Was chased from his pack into the frozen unknown beyond the eastern lands. He brought together a band of other loners there and used them to steal prey and pups from border packs. The pups were broken in spirit and raised as vicious soldiers. On one such raid he met a small quiet female called Wilt. Without a word she joined him, becoming his mate and bearing him three sons.
Voice, Cetus, and Felkani. Although only Lark had been the only one who knew of Wilt's true nature it became apparent to the others in their half breed offspring. Cetus was the most obviously Demonic. He had a set of horns. The right one looked like a goat's horn while the left curled under his eye. Even at the age of six weeks Voice could dissolve himself into shadows and turn into a raven. He was always quiet, early so.
Felkani was the only one to share his father's white pelt, and the most normal of them. Until one day while wandering he accidentally startled a grizzly.It smashed him beneath its huge paws breaking his ribs and causing him to yelp in pain. A near by scouting party heard their leaders son crying out and tried to save him. They didn't think they could make it.
Then suddenly there was screaming. Not the scream of an animal but a horrible howling scream as wind scraped against itself at high speed. Even from a distance the band could see trees shaking and feel the powerful surge of air. The grizzly roared in defiance but was abruptly cut off with a sickening crack just as the wolves reached the scene. What they saw horrified them. The bear was splayed out on the ground. Its huge body covered in thin cuts like those of a knife leading up to where a huge chunk of its face was ripped off, skull and all. Farther away was Felkani, unconscious and also covered in wounds. His half lidded eyes glowed blue and the missing lump of face was clenched in his jaws.
He was out for three days. Even after waking he was confined to a den until his smashed ribs and other injuries healed. The rest of the pack couldn't believe that so young a pup had killed a grizzly all on his own and lived.
Lark was ecstatic. The instant Felkani was healthy again he threw him into battle. Everyday and every night he fought. Not to learn but to survive. His father was cruel, tormenting the young wolf. Driving him to his physical and mental limits. He wanted the monster that had killed the grizzly to come out again. He wanted Felkani to be a demon weapon and nothing else.
But through all the torment he never transformed. Even on the verge of death he couldn't seem to bring out the monster.
Lark became furious. Throwing his other two sons into the same regiment. Hoping that one of them would not disappoint him. Cetus became hateful of Felkani. He blamed his brother for the torture they now shared. He determined to become an even more powerful demon to show his father that he was better and to humiliate his brothers.
Voice was the opposite. He joined Felkani, fighting by his side so that they both could survive and possibly escape Lark's Tyranny some day.
Their mother never said much about the treatment of her children. It was as if she didn't belong entirely to this world and therefore didn't care. She did teach them how to properly shape shift. Especially how to take the form of a Druin, though she always grimaced when speaking of those demons.
Cetus became the strongest. Voice, the stealthiest. And Felkani the fastest.
Lark slipped further into insanity.
He raided needlessly, depleting his own numbers. No one could do anything to stop him. No one dared, even to leave. Cetus did his best to grow strong and terrible but it was never enough for Lark. Felkani could see their end coming soon but was determined not to accept it.
Then. A miracle happened.
It was during a routine raid. Lark had placed his sons at the front of the assault, telling them they had to kill the enemies, regardless of age, or starve for the next month. They were about to charge when suddenly they were ambushed. Somehow the pack they were to attack had predicted their coming. They were out numbered four to one and Lark was forced to retreat.
Cetus had been in charge of watching his brothers but the wave of wolves overtook him before he could think. Felkani and Voice looked at each other and nodded. With a burst of unimaginable speed they took off in the direction of the enemy army avoiding attack as much as possible. Once past the front assault they veered away from the battle and kept going. They could hear a furious roar from Cetus and the beat of mighty wings but neither slowed to see if he was coming.
Lark mistook the roar as one of fighting rage and never knew of the other's escape until it was too late.
The brothers ran until their legs gave out, rested for a brief moment, then continued to run for three whole days. By the end of the last day neither could even stand. But the joy they felt at finally escaping overshadowed any pain. They were free. Finally free. Never again would they have to fight and kill against their will. And they intended to keep it that way.
Both knew that their father would come after them. He was so unhinged he would probably kill Cetus then lead the whole pack out of the ice lands to find them. They decided to split up and use the stealth skills learned from years of hiding to try and shake Lark off of their trails. They promised to meet again once they were finally rid of their father's shadow.
On the run Felkani honed his skills. He had never been allowed to become a bird like Voice. It was the first thing he taught himself, along with better control of his elements. He never dared try to bring out what his mother called Windigo.
Now he wanders, looking for a place to settle where his skills can be put to good use and where he can wait for his brother. He needs such a place to ease his mind. There is just one thing holding him back. Fear.
He will never rid himself of fear. No matter where he goes. No matter how strong the pack he surrounds himself with. It is why he has yet to give up wandering. Every night he worries that Lark will find him, or his brother. Sometimes he has nightmares that Voice has already been killed. But in his waking mind he knows that can't be true.
Name: Felkani
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Height: 3'7 ft At shoulder.
Race: Wolf
Sub-Race: Shapeshifter/ Demon
Breed: Youroi
Pack: N/A
Rank: N/A
Appearance:
Felkani is true to his Youroi blood with long legs and a lithe body made for swift movement. His fur is long, sleek, and the color of fresh snow. The places where fur changes length along his pelt are edged in deep sparkling blue giving him an etched appearance.
His eyes are like cracked ice and are underlined with the same blue as on the rest of his body with matching color spots just above. Beneath the underline is another stripe, starting about midway beneath his eye, that trails down his nose thinning along the way.
Like his Brothers, Felkani's pupils are usually constricted, making him constantly look wide eyed and curious.
rookwall.deviantart.com/#/d4cswps
Personality:
He's a kind, quiet creature. He avoids conflict as often as possible. However he's not afraid to defend what he stands for, violently if necessary. His life before wandering was filled with fighting and he just wants to get away from that as much as possible. He's always willing to get along with someone.
Underneath the friendliness however is deep seated distrust that he desperately tries to suppress. It was a trait that saved his life many times in the past but those times are gone now and it has become more of a hindrance than anything. He always seems wary and can usually tell when someone isn't quite what they seem. A gift from his father who made a living out of such deceptions.
Magic:
Wind/Mist
Spells:
Whenever he uses a spell his eyes flash bright blue and light intricate patterns appear on his fur.
Mist Body: Combining his shapeshifting abilities with his elemental powers he turns himself into mist, usually to get out of harms way. He can't hold the shape for long and needs an open space to re-materialize. He is still vulnerable to magic in this form. Especially ice.
Mist Shroud: He summons a huge cloud of thick fog about 100ft in diameter that only he and other similar elements can easily navigate.
Wind Body: Like mist body, he becomes a strong gust of wind. He can use himself like a thousand little blades or one big one to cut at his enemies, or twist himself into a mini tornado. While in this form he is still very vulnerable to magic attacks, especially fire. It hurts him if the wind is dispersed.
Scathing Burst: What he uses most in terms of spells. He concentrates little wind currents around his paws. When these currents connect with the enemies' body they burst outward, strengthening his attacks. He can also do this with his teeth.
Transformations:
All of his forms have blue markings. Druin looks just like his usual patterns but obviously on a different body. Crow and Peregrine have their wings and tails tipped in blue with a matching crescent of color around the base of their necks. Windigo has just his eye markings visible.
Druin: This is his best fighting form though he tries to avoid using it. He cannot understand or speak Druinish and is slightly smaller than the average Gaiku wolf.
Crow: For stealth. Crows are known to be curious but no one expects them to coherently share what they hear. His only problem in this form are the hawks and owls that sometimes think he's food.
Peregrine Falcon: For speed. Virtually nothing can catch him in this form. Though his small size makes him vulnerable.
Windigo: A form inherited from his mother. He can only manifest this in times of extreme anger or dire need. It causes him great pain to use. He becomes a monstrous invisible creature with wings of air and long bladed claws. Only his glowing Blue eyes can be seen, the rest is vicious wind screaming around him. Like the creature he represents, he picks up his victims and drags them at high speed along the ground, attempting to break and burn them to ash from the friction. He is not invulnerable and upon turning back he may be unconscious for long periods of time.
Skills:
He isn't terribly strong but he is extremely fast with impressive reflexes. He has slightly longer claws and teeth than a normal wolf. He is keen to deceptions but mostly because he doesn't fully trust anyone. He's very wise and is good at understand things from another's perspective. He is also very stealthy, though his white pelt makes it hard for this skill to be fully effective sometimes.
Biography:
Felkani is the son of a Youroi deserter and a demon. His father, Larkonac, Was chased from his pack into the frozen unknown beyond the eastern lands. He brought together a band of other loners there and used them to steal prey and pups from border packs. The pups were broken in spirit and raised as vicious soldiers. On one such raid he met a small quiet female called Wilt. Without a word she joined him, becoming his mate and bearing him three sons.
Voice, Cetus, and Felkani. Although only Lark had been the only one who knew of Wilt's true nature it became apparent to the others in their half breed offspring. Cetus was the most obviously Demonic. He had a set of horns. The right one looked like a goat's horn while the left curled under his eye. Even at the age of six weeks Voice could dissolve himself into shadows and turn into a raven. He was always quiet, early so.
Felkani was the only one to share his father's white pelt, and the most normal of them. Until one day while wandering he accidentally startled a grizzly.It smashed him beneath its huge paws breaking his ribs and causing him to yelp in pain. A near by scouting party heard their leaders son crying out and tried to save him. They didn't think they could make it.
Then suddenly there was screaming. Not the scream of an animal but a horrible howling scream as wind scraped against itself at high speed. Even from a distance the band could see trees shaking and feel the powerful surge of air. The grizzly roared in defiance but was abruptly cut off with a sickening crack just as the wolves reached the scene. What they saw horrified them. The bear was splayed out on the ground. Its huge body covered in thin cuts like those of a knife leading up to where a huge chunk of its face was ripped off, skull and all. Farther away was Felkani, unconscious and also covered in wounds. His half lidded eyes glowed blue and the missing lump of face was clenched in his jaws.
He was out for three days. Even after waking he was confined to a den until his smashed ribs and other injuries healed. The rest of the pack couldn't believe that so young a pup had killed a grizzly all on his own and lived.
Lark was ecstatic. The instant Felkani was healthy again he threw him into battle. Everyday and every night he fought. Not to learn but to survive. His father was cruel, tormenting the young wolf. Driving him to his physical and mental limits. He wanted the monster that had killed the grizzly to come out again. He wanted Felkani to be a demon weapon and nothing else.
But through all the torment he never transformed. Even on the verge of death he couldn't seem to bring out the monster.
Lark became furious. Throwing his other two sons into the same regiment. Hoping that one of them would not disappoint him. Cetus became hateful of Felkani. He blamed his brother for the torture they now shared. He determined to become an even more powerful demon to show his father that he was better and to humiliate his brothers.
Voice was the opposite. He joined Felkani, fighting by his side so that they both could survive and possibly escape Lark's Tyranny some day.
Their mother never said much about the treatment of her children. It was as if she didn't belong entirely to this world and therefore didn't care. She did teach them how to properly shape shift. Especially how to take the form of a Druin, though she always grimaced when speaking of those demons.
Cetus became the strongest. Voice, the stealthiest. And Felkani the fastest.
Lark slipped further into insanity.
He raided needlessly, depleting his own numbers. No one could do anything to stop him. No one dared, even to leave. Cetus did his best to grow strong and terrible but it was never enough for Lark. Felkani could see their end coming soon but was determined not to accept it.
Then. A miracle happened.
It was during a routine raid. Lark had placed his sons at the front of the assault, telling them they had to kill the enemies, regardless of age, or starve for the next month. They were about to charge when suddenly they were ambushed. Somehow the pack they were to attack had predicted their coming. They were out numbered four to one and Lark was forced to retreat.
Cetus had been in charge of watching his brothers but the wave of wolves overtook him before he could think. Felkani and Voice looked at each other and nodded. With a burst of unimaginable speed they took off in the direction of the enemy army avoiding attack as much as possible. Once past the front assault they veered away from the battle and kept going. They could hear a furious roar from Cetus and the beat of mighty wings but neither slowed to see if he was coming.
Lark mistook the roar as one of fighting rage and never knew of the other's escape until it was too late.
The brothers ran until their legs gave out, rested for a brief moment, then continued to run for three whole days. By the end of the last day neither could even stand. But the joy they felt at finally escaping overshadowed any pain. They were free. Finally free. Never again would they have to fight and kill against their will. And they intended to keep it that way.
Both knew that their father would come after them. He was so unhinged he would probably kill Cetus then lead the whole pack out of the ice lands to find them. They decided to split up and use the stealth skills learned from years of hiding to try and shake Lark off of their trails. They promised to meet again once they were finally rid of their father's shadow.
On the run Felkani honed his skills. He had never been allowed to become a bird like Voice. It was the first thing he taught himself, along with better control of his elements. He never dared try to bring out what his mother called Windigo.
Now he wanders, looking for a place to settle where his skills can be put to good use and where he can wait for his brother. He needs such a place to ease his mind. There is just one thing holding him back. Fear.
He will never rid himself of fear. No matter where he goes. No matter how strong the pack he surrounds himself with. It is why he has yet to give up wandering. Every night he worries that Lark will find him, or his brother. Sometimes he has nightmares that Voice has already been killed. But in his waking mind he knows that can't be true.