Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2012 21:09:45 GMT -6
Name: Quintin Jay Runner(Called Sailor)
Gender: Male
Race: Wolf
Sub-Race: N/A
Breed: Carvanna
Pack: N/A
Rank: N/A
Appearance:
Was once a pretty little silver light, on the edge of the road. With silver and gray fur shining in the moonlight, and even more so as his face reflects off of his skills of a extraordinary wolf with unknown powers, strengths and weaknesses. Standing at 3 and a half feet tall, normal for a male wolf for his age. Tall, strong and dazzling in color, senses strong unlike any other forgotten inside the soul purpose of life. His form is soft and not as feeble as some may think it is.
His face, as his body intertwine. Has a dark brown or red color under his eyes, thick and draw attention away from his eyes clouded over with a silver film. This silver film, as if something on the inside is blocking his vision, of the faith he once had. Emotionless eyes, that don't seem to look at anything. His blindness doesn't effect him, but it can do that to others. A dark sea blue marking traversal from the ridge of his nose to the middle of his eyes. Then a black marking sits near his for head. Blue markings start above the eyes then curl around his cheek, almost as if it were a mask in the making of itself. Yet, once this body tainted itself in the thoughts about a battle that tore his life away.
His paws sitting on the ground are sturdy, all three of them. One of them, is a strong metal he has made himself, combined with his nerves in a process in which is very painful, every time he grows or changes, the leg will be needed to be shaped to fit him again. Loosing the leg in a fight that dwindled his packs numbers. This metal leg, is light and has razor sharp edges for cutting. This leg, makes it so he is heard, he is not a very good sneaker, but his graceful movements stay the same, having no effect on his walking stance.
With his body at that, his tails, yes tails, are a pure silver color with black tips. Both are long and tend to make him look a bit more energetic. His family had a gene that two tails was common, Yet, so was blindness if you had the two tails. It was considered a curse as well as a well formed gift. These two tails offer more strength and balance in one's energy, yet who knows what else they may be capable of within a wolf's heart such as this, raised from the start to have no emotion set on in his mind.
He is well muscled, he is also well trained to have agility. Strength and speed together for something more then just a simple body. His agility, it combines with strength to make a super soldier. All his thoughts are towards that of making his mission complete. For the gurando pack, and for his master among all of the spies. As raised one from the start, he is a master, a master on something that is unseen to the eye it seems. His well muscled body, would never go to waste, in a world of despair and weakness in which he will live in forever, in a simple mind that has been this way for years.
The way he moves, so graceful, the way it moves along like he is wind itself. Despite his legs, despite his eyes. He can tell where everything is in his black world. By feeling the metal in the ground, everything has metal in it, iron and steel are form of metal anything, creates a shape inside his mind. Adding on the senses of smell and hearing. It is almost as if he is not blind at all. He can taste the air to gather information, using every sense except sight to find out how the world is, never to see the blue of the sky, or the red of blood. Never to see anything of the wonders in the world.
His voice, a monotone voice with no feeling in it. Maybe it fluctuates to sadness at times, but it will never sound happy, nor filled with hope as it once was. To find one who has a different voice is easy, though the same matters to his heart stoned over. As he serves, no purpose but to complete his mission. Why is that this world? To him, is nothing more then a toy, under his paws. The world spinning around in his head, filled with colors, that he cannot and will not ever see.
Quin's fur, is soft and thin, cold weather does not affect him though. He keeps his coat cleaner then most do, to show his pride in it, because he cannot see it for himself he wants to dazzle others. This soft fur, is sleek, you can feel his blood and heat from his heart pumping through his body. Watching him breath the air in the world that is left destruction in it's wake.
Personality:
What can there be to describe such a painful picture of a wolf. With a monotone of the fear accumulated to a brainwashed wolf who has no feelings. No sympathy for others at all, he would rather they all burn, he would rather hear their cries from the bottom of his soul. Lost all recognition for anyone except those who are his masters. Who taught him, not to trust anyone, not even them when it came down to it. He only was to follow orders, any fail, would result in his deletion off this planet. Part of a dyeing breed, it is easier for him to win others off of his manipulation. To use them to gain power, to gain the information that he needs to survive. He has no feelings for the young, the weak, they are all just told like he is in this unforgiving world of despair.
He loves destruction and chaos, in his path that he leaves behind, leaving broken lives in their fate of something that was never meant to be. He will never feel pity for someone else veer again, been through torture. Unspeakable horrors that he was lucky not to see within his eyes. As he moves on, he will do nothing but continue forward, to find something stronger to lead him. Yet, it seems at the moment there is no one worthy of him serving under. He will not lead a pack, for his personality, his habits, would only lead to his death and he knows that very well.
Emotionless, he will not change for one simple thing as such a speech. He doesn't want to understand the world, he doesn't want to start letting others into his soul. His soul is shut out, for his protection. Quin will not be taken by such simple movements. Even if the gos were to feel pity for him, he would not have a care in the world. As to hear his siblings dyeing breath, to hear them gasp under his grip, would be his dream. His dream to kill everything that stands in his path of such ways. He wants it all to go away, why he feels this empty void, he much get stronger and kill anything he wants, anything he wills to die.
What little soul that was left of happiness and sorrow is sealed away in the depths of his soul, locked in a curse that will possibly never be broken. He killed every last offender against he commander, his service to him alone. The commander who feel no pain, who feels no pity, nothing at all. Quin see's himself as incomplete. As he should be like his master alone, to be the perfect being, the perfect killer in a world that shall one day die, on the paws of those who oppose the gods, those who gain a power even greater then the gods before one day.(Just his religion includes belief in gods)
Magic: Metal/iron
-Spells:
Explosion of iron/metal
After to contact the metal of any wolf inside of their body, or anywhere outside of someone. He can cause them to explode and scatter. Which causes internal bleeding inside of the body, a slow and painful death which he enjoys hearing the screams of. Although not as effective or fast, it can still cause scratches and slight holes in one's body. These attacks can be easily avoided if a living creature, it takes concentration and few minutes to lock onto a metal target or iron in the bloodstream. Also if he uses this spell to much it can cause an exhaustion fever. The range is close range, considering his blindness, so around ten to twenty feet away.
Growth
Quin or Sailor as he is known at the moment, can make metal or existing iron grow. Which is how he made his leg,he can shape it any way he wants as well, and fuse it with anything a tree, another wolf. anything. He also uses this to make wolves grow and explode from the inside, although it isn't as much fun as the explosions. Also, he has to replace the metal constantly, because of his leg being made out of this metal half of his spell power is cut because he has to constantly have magic flow to his leg. So that is why he only uses spells for emergencies.
Mark and detection
The last of his spells, he can mark certain pieces of metal or iron with his mind, considering this is how he see's things. Kind of like echolocation an outline of that thing comes back to him. If he wants to track a certain wolf though he can easily change the feel and sensitivity of the piece of iron he marked. Making this a very excellent way of finding things. But if tracking a wolf, they'll be able to feel like they are being watched a bit. Once they notice that they are being tracked the effects ware off of them.
Weaknesses
-Fire
-Water
-Air
Skills:
Very agile, and enjoys high places, also fast runner and excellent fighter, although he has his weak spots.
Biography:Who would want to live through a hell like one such as he has felt. Born and raised from the start to kill, punished as to having his leg torn off, isn't just the beginning of the story, it's only the jist of what happened, nothing compared to the hell of a training camp that gives no recognition in the gods eyes. Depriving all of emotion, of faith, of any return to anything they have felt before they have lived. To turn them into the ultimate machine for a climax war, an ultimate army.
Quin and his brother were separated from their family at birth. Set on a course to become part of an ultimate army made up of custom elemented wolves. This camp has been long since destroyed. Yet, in the very few months they were there, their lives taken a tole that no little soul such as them could scarred their lives forever. Severe punishment, Quin's brother was killed, he himself had his entire right front leg torn off. That was what triggered his strength in his element, making a leg out of metal even sharper then his other legs, he killed all those around him. Yet, the more they came the more he was over powered. The five month old pup was sent to a secret underground camp, for more training.
His entire wave of emotions were torn away from the tip. His master sent only to serve, when he went through examination they realized he was blind, but never even knew it to be so. This dark world that Quin lived in, was raised by a master who wanted nothing but destruction upon the world that had given him so. To serve as a double spy, under another species rule. To serve one pack but to serve another at the same time being right. He wants to become strong like his master, to become a whole, to become just like him.
Quin was set off at4 years of age, set free on a test to see what he would do. The first thing he did was get revenge on something he had wanted to do for so long. He heard his family scream, as he tore their bodies from the inside out. Making sure every iron and sand particle in them had exploded, a slow and painful death, blamed on one of his sisters for the same element, she was killed on site by the pack, and Quin made a hero, for his efforts accepted back into the pack. Knowing fully well he had been part of a organization that even the world was forbidden to mentioning.
Quin's first mission, is to go into the pack of Waru and kill the heads of the noble families gaining power from their sudden loss. He started this mission when he turned 9, so he has been fledged as an actual member of the Waru. This mission, is what his life was ment for. But it all went wrong, and he was banished from the lands of Carvanna. He traveled for five years and finally ended up where he is now.
Facts about Carvanna wolves
Carvanna wolves named themselves after the land they lived in. Being the dominant species around they thought they were hot stuff. Able to live from 40 to 50 years they were able to control one or two of eight elements, received from their parents or their so called "gods". The gods they believed in were in control of each element and reigned supreme. The four packs there were in a constant struggle. Carvanna wolves were very biast against all other races as well.
Gender: Male
Race: Wolf
Sub-Race: N/A
Breed: Carvanna
Pack: N/A
Rank: N/A
Appearance:
Was once a pretty little silver light, on the edge of the road. With silver and gray fur shining in the moonlight, and even more so as his face reflects off of his skills of a extraordinary wolf with unknown powers, strengths and weaknesses. Standing at 3 and a half feet tall, normal for a male wolf for his age. Tall, strong and dazzling in color, senses strong unlike any other forgotten inside the soul purpose of life. His form is soft and not as feeble as some may think it is.
His face, as his body intertwine. Has a dark brown or red color under his eyes, thick and draw attention away from his eyes clouded over with a silver film. This silver film, as if something on the inside is blocking his vision, of the faith he once had. Emotionless eyes, that don't seem to look at anything. His blindness doesn't effect him, but it can do that to others. A dark sea blue marking traversal from the ridge of his nose to the middle of his eyes. Then a black marking sits near his for head. Blue markings start above the eyes then curl around his cheek, almost as if it were a mask in the making of itself. Yet, once this body tainted itself in the thoughts about a battle that tore his life away.
His paws sitting on the ground are sturdy, all three of them. One of them, is a strong metal he has made himself, combined with his nerves in a process in which is very painful, every time he grows or changes, the leg will be needed to be shaped to fit him again. Loosing the leg in a fight that dwindled his packs numbers. This metal leg, is light and has razor sharp edges for cutting. This leg, makes it so he is heard, he is not a very good sneaker, but his graceful movements stay the same, having no effect on his walking stance.
With his body at that, his tails, yes tails, are a pure silver color with black tips. Both are long and tend to make him look a bit more energetic. His family had a gene that two tails was common, Yet, so was blindness if you had the two tails. It was considered a curse as well as a well formed gift. These two tails offer more strength and balance in one's energy, yet who knows what else they may be capable of within a wolf's heart such as this, raised from the start to have no emotion set on in his mind.
He is well muscled, he is also well trained to have agility. Strength and speed together for something more then just a simple body. His agility, it combines with strength to make a super soldier. All his thoughts are towards that of making his mission complete. For the gurando pack, and for his master among all of the spies. As raised one from the start, he is a master, a master on something that is unseen to the eye it seems. His well muscled body, would never go to waste, in a world of despair and weakness in which he will live in forever, in a simple mind that has been this way for years.
The way he moves, so graceful, the way it moves along like he is wind itself. Despite his legs, despite his eyes. He can tell where everything is in his black world. By feeling the metal in the ground, everything has metal in it, iron and steel are form of metal anything, creates a shape inside his mind. Adding on the senses of smell and hearing. It is almost as if he is not blind at all. He can taste the air to gather information, using every sense except sight to find out how the world is, never to see the blue of the sky, or the red of blood. Never to see anything of the wonders in the world.
His voice, a monotone voice with no feeling in it. Maybe it fluctuates to sadness at times, but it will never sound happy, nor filled with hope as it once was. To find one who has a different voice is easy, though the same matters to his heart stoned over. As he serves, no purpose but to complete his mission. Why is that this world? To him, is nothing more then a toy, under his paws. The world spinning around in his head, filled with colors, that he cannot and will not ever see.
Quin's fur, is soft and thin, cold weather does not affect him though. He keeps his coat cleaner then most do, to show his pride in it, because he cannot see it for himself he wants to dazzle others. This soft fur, is sleek, you can feel his blood and heat from his heart pumping through his body. Watching him breath the air in the world that is left destruction in it's wake.
Personality:
What can there be to describe such a painful picture of a wolf. With a monotone of the fear accumulated to a brainwashed wolf who has no feelings. No sympathy for others at all, he would rather they all burn, he would rather hear their cries from the bottom of his soul. Lost all recognition for anyone except those who are his masters. Who taught him, not to trust anyone, not even them when it came down to it. He only was to follow orders, any fail, would result in his deletion off this planet. Part of a dyeing breed, it is easier for him to win others off of his manipulation. To use them to gain power, to gain the information that he needs to survive. He has no feelings for the young, the weak, they are all just told like he is in this unforgiving world of despair.
He loves destruction and chaos, in his path that he leaves behind, leaving broken lives in their fate of something that was never meant to be. He will never feel pity for someone else veer again, been through torture. Unspeakable horrors that he was lucky not to see within his eyes. As he moves on, he will do nothing but continue forward, to find something stronger to lead him. Yet, it seems at the moment there is no one worthy of him serving under. He will not lead a pack, for his personality, his habits, would only lead to his death and he knows that very well.
Emotionless, he will not change for one simple thing as such a speech. He doesn't want to understand the world, he doesn't want to start letting others into his soul. His soul is shut out, for his protection. Quin will not be taken by such simple movements. Even if the gos were to feel pity for him, he would not have a care in the world. As to hear his siblings dyeing breath, to hear them gasp under his grip, would be his dream. His dream to kill everything that stands in his path of such ways. He wants it all to go away, why he feels this empty void, he much get stronger and kill anything he wants, anything he wills to die.
What little soul that was left of happiness and sorrow is sealed away in the depths of his soul, locked in a curse that will possibly never be broken. He killed every last offender against he commander, his service to him alone. The commander who feel no pain, who feels no pity, nothing at all. Quin see's himself as incomplete. As he should be like his master alone, to be the perfect being, the perfect killer in a world that shall one day die, on the paws of those who oppose the gods, those who gain a power even greater then the gods before one day.(Just his religion includes belief in gods)
Magic: Metal/iron
-Spells:
Explosion of iron/metal
After to contact the metal of any wolf inside of their body, or anywhere outside of someone. He can cause them to explode and scatter. Which causes internal bleeding inside of the body, a slow and painful death which he enjoys hearing the screams of. Although not as effective or fast, it can still cause scratches and slight holes in one's body. These attacks can be easily avoided if a living creature, it takes concentration and few minutes to lock onto a metal target or iron in the bloodstream. Also if he uses this spell to much it can cause an exhaustion fever. The range is close range, considering his blindness, so around ten to twenty feet away.
Growth
Quin or Sailor as he is known at the moment, can make metal or existing iron grow. Which is how he made his leg,he can shape it any way he wants as well, and fuse it with anything a tree, another wolf. anything. He also uses this to make wolves grow and explode from the inside, although it isn't as much fun as the explosions. Also, he has to replace the metal constantly, because of his leg being made out of this metal half of his spell power is cut because he has to constantly have magic flow to his leg. So that is why he only uses spells for emergencies.
Mark and detection
The last of his spells, he can mark certain pieces of metal or iron with his mind, considering this is how he see's things. Kind of like echolocation an outline of that thing comes back to him. If he wants to track a certain wolf though he can easily change the feel and sensitivity of the piece of iron he marked. Making this a very excellent way of finding things. But if tracking a wolf, they'll be able to feel like they are being watched a bit. Once they notice that they are being tracked the effects ware off of them.
Weaknesses
-Fire
-Water
-Air
Skills:
Very agile, and enjoys high places, also fast runner and excellent fighter, although he has his weak spots.
Biography:Who would want to live through a hell like one such as he has felt. Born and raised from the start to kill, punished as to having his leg torn off, isn't just the beginning of the story, it's only the jist of what happened, nothing compared to the hell of a training camp that gives no recognition in the gods eyes. Depriving all of emotion, of faith, of any return to anything they have felt before they have lived. To turn them into the ultimate machine for a climax war, an ultimate army.
Quin and his brother were separated from their family at birth. Set on a course to become part of an ultimate army made up of custom elemented wolves. This camp has been long since destroyed. Yet, in the very few months they were there, their lives taken a tole that no little soul such as them could scarred their lives forever. Severe punishment, Quin's brother was killed, he himself had his entire right front leg torn off. That was what triggered his strength in his element, making a leg out of metal even sharper then his other legs, he killed all those around him. Yet, the more they came the more he was over powered. The five month old pup was sent to a secret underground camp, for more training.
His entire wave of emotions were torn away from the tip. His master sent only to serve, when he went through examination they realized he was blind, but never even knew it to be so. This dark world that Quin lived in, was raised by a master who wanted nothing but destruction upon the world that had given him so. To serve as a double spy, under another species rule. To serve one pack but to serve another at the same time being right. He wants to become strong like his master, to become a whole, to become just like him.
Quin was set off at4 years of age, set free on a test to see what he would do. The first thing he did was get revenge on something he had wanted to do for so long. He heard his family scream, as he tore their bodies from the inside out. Making sure every iron and sand particle in them had exploded, a slow and painful death, blamed on one of his sisters for the same element, she was killed on site by the pack, and Quin made a hero, for his efforts accepted back into the pack. Knowing fully well he had been part of a organization that even the world was forbidden to mentioning.
Quin's first mission, is to go into the pack of Waru and kill the heads of the noble families gaining power from their sudden loss. He started this mission when he turned 9, so he has been fledged as an actual member of the Waru. This mission, is what his life was ment for. But it all went wrong, and he was banished from the lands of Carvanna. He traveled for five years and finally ended up where he is now.
Facts about Carvanna wolves
Carvanna wolves named themselves after the land they lived in. Being the dominant species around they thought they were hot stuff. Able to live from 40 to 50 years they were able to control one or two of eight elements, received from their parents or their so called "gods". The gods they believed in were in control of each element and reigned supreme. The four packs there were in a constant struggle. Carvanna wolves were very biast against all other races as well.