Wolf
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| Name: Ani Wolf Age: ??? [Appears 18] Birthdate: August 8 Sexuality: Lamb Heterosexual Marital Status: Lamb ??? Location: ??? Rank: Civilian Race: Spirit || Human Special Characteristics: Height: 6'3 Weight: 200lbs Eye Color: Ice Blue Fur/Skin Color: Human: Pale White || Wolf: Raven Black Hair Color | Length: Raven black, hanging long toward the center of his back. Styled in a thick braid, so that it appears as a wolf's tail trailing behind him. General Description: - Human Form:
A massive brute, Ani exemplifies the concept of savagery; rarely does he do anything that could be considered as 'bathing', in the way that civilized peoples understand, and his tattered, animal hide clothes are never without layers of dirt and sweat that gather during his many, long hunts. Even with this, he is not a dirty man, in his way, he is cleaner than any normal human; he lives and breaths the law of the animal, of the wild; civilized humans had long ago realized that many animals bathe in dirt and mud for protection from the biting insects and harsh sun. He follows this same wisdom. Scars cover his form, trophies of hunts long passed; what could be mistaken for beads woven into his hair and worn as necklaces and bracelets and adornments across his body, which are in reality anything from teeth to bits of bone; he takes a small trophy from all successful hunts, after all; and he is Wolf, and Wolf never fails in his hunts.
- Wolf Form:
Ethereal and massive, Wolf has a second form, his truest form; the form of his spirit and his soul. He was born in this form, and he will die in this form; over and over again from time before knowledge into time beyond understanding; he is wolf and man and spirit and beast, and he is Wolf, he is always Wolf. A million forms, a billion names, but he is Wolf, he is Ani, he is Kindred. Massive and black, his face a mask of energy and solid and intangible; fangs like knives and dripping blood but always pristine and perfect; claws sharper than the sharpest blade, stronger than the most legendary of swords; hidden yet always ready; his form is ghostly and solid and ever changing yet always the same. He floats and swims and runs and sprints and always moves and dances around Lamb, beautiful Lamb; appearing and disappearing and always a moment taken to rub against her before launching into a sprint; the eternal chase never ends and that is how it should be.
Personality: - Spoiler:
Savagery of beast, cold calculation of humanity; Wolf is many things, and many things he is. A beastial being without remorse, Wolf prides himself on being the penultimate hunter in all the lands; with only his beloved Lamb standing as his equal. They are neither better, nor worse, than each other; they are one and the same, two sides of a coin, and they will never be apart. In his own way he is a protector for one that does not need his protection, however his value of the life of his partner is so great that he would willingly fling himself into danger to save her; this need is such that it even overrides his fixation on the hunt, which is to say, it comprises the deepest core of his being, truly. Blunt, almost dull to some, Wolf is not one for flowery speeches and the waxing poetic nature of high culture and scholarly pursuits, he is earthly and cunning and feral without being stupid, no effective hunter is stupid, to hunt you must think. Weighing of options is not his style, he comes to a decision and stays with it beyond the point of reason, there is no changing the mind of the Wolf, there is no bargaining for mercy as he feels no mercy and holds no forgiveness in his heart.
Likes: The thrill of the hunt, a good chase. Spending his time with Lamb. Rending the flesh from the bones of his prey. Walking with Lamb. Running a target down until they collapse and beg for mercy, only to rip their throat clean with his teeth. Lamb, making him try new foods. Hunting, forever chasing and forever stalking, the shadows dancing in the moon that only they could see. Long nights, sleepless but not unpleasant, spent talking, merely talking, with Lamb. Lamb, trying to teach him the names of the stars and the shapes they make, the constellations, she says; they all have names that normal humans use; but he prefers his names, his funny names that are nonsensical and make her laugh. Truly, his likes can be condensed into two words: Hunt. Lamb.
Dislikes: Waiting, waiting, more waiting; always waiting for the fleeting moments of the hunt, the thrill of the chase singing in his veins once more for halting, infinitesimal moments of pure bliss; the worst torment, the greatest agony. If not for Lamb, he would go insane with the wait; only Lamb, dearest Lamb, can make the wait seem less, make the moments pass faster, yet not at all, until the space between the joyful howls and racing heartbeats is found again. Time without Lamb is his greatest abhorrence, he cannot stand, nor abide, the very idea of being away from her, it causes a taste in his mouth fouler than the worst poison, the deepest rot; and makes his heart rage and scream in almost fear, almost, for he has no fears, none that he can understand, and he does all he can to stay by her side to prevent this unpleasantness from happening again.
Motivations: Motivation isn't the correct term to describe what drives Wolf. Wolf is simple Wolf, and Wolf is an apex hunter; Wolf enjoys nothing more than to chase and track and rend and claw and tear and eat and chase and run. Wolf is the savagery of the predator given human flesh, and he reveals in the beauty of a long, interesting hunt. That he is but a tool toward some greater goal means nothing to him; so long as he has his Lamb and prey to hunt, he is content, and so long as he is content, he will continue in his work.
Fears: What does a man that fears nothing fear? This man is beastial, without a concept of fear as most humans understand. There is aversion to unpleasantness, yes; but no true fear, not really. Avoidance of situations and such that cause a reaction of unpleasantness is the closest to fear the feral Wolf approaches; however, there is a pseudo-hierarchy of situations he avoids at an unconscious level, a few of which cause literal psychosomatic reactions that could be misconstrued as fear. The lack of hunts (thankfully, an impossibility, but still a trigger none the less), the failure of a hunt, these are worries that border on fears, buried deep in his subconscious mind. Of everything within his psyche, the loss of Lamb is the darkest blighte hidden deep within; the one he wishes and strives with all his being to prevent ever coming to be. The loss of Lamb means the loss of Wolf, and Wolf refuses to lose himself.
History: "The masks of the Kindred seek you!" Ageless and aging, forgotten but never gone; Wolf is a concept, a man, a beast, a hunter. Many beyond count have worn the name Wolf, and many more into times unimaginable will as well; yet all are one and the same, in a way beyond the understanding of mortal men. Always the savage beast, not always a man, Wolf is the partner and other half of Kindred, the eternal hunter that stalks with the eternal assassin, the savage counterbalance to Lamb's grace and poise. Kindred represents the twin essences of death. Lamb’s bow offers a swift release from the mortal realm for those who accept their fate. Wolf hunts down those who run from their end, delivering violent finality within his crushing jaws. Though interpretations of Kindred’s nature vary across the world, every marked mortal must choose the true face of their death. "Lamb, tell me a story."
"There was once a pale man with dark hair who was very lonely."
"Why was it lonely?"
"All things must meet this man, so they shunned him."
"Did he chase them all?"
"He took an axe and split himself in two right down the middle."
"So he would always have a friend?"
"So he would always have a friend." Wolf does not remember a time when he was not Wolf. He was told, in his younger years, an infinity ago and an infinite number of times since, that his name is Ani; the name given to him when he was born to this world and before he could hunt; but he has always hunted and will always hunt, and he is always and forever will be Wolf. Only Lamb, his dearest, little Lamb, may call him by that name, and only in whispered breaths when they are alone and the world is only them; between hunts when the hidden moon shines only for them and they are most alive; truly alive, beyond the marks and the targets given to them by Fate; when the only target is each other, and they play and fight and win and lose and live and die a million times and a million times they will do it again. Always and forever, the eternal bond, the Kindred are together, and he is Wolf. He is always Wolf. She is Lamb, and she will always be Lamb. They wear a billion faces and a billion names and they are always the same. They are Lamb and Wolf, and they are Kindred. "Tell me again, little Lamb, which things are mine to take?"
"All things, dear Wolf." Wolf does not remember the time before Lamb. He remembers a lonely moment when he could not see her, but then she returned to him, she always returns to him; with a new face and a new body but she was still Lamb, she is always Lamb; and they where together again and he was happy, so very happy; fore new hunts had come with her return, and he could chase and run and rend and tear and rip and feast and bathe in blood. He was only happy with Lamb, he can only be happy with Lamb; he cannot hunt without her, and if he cannot hunt, he cannot live; there is no use for hunter such as him without her; he is not Kindred unless he had his Lamb, and he is always Kindred, and she is always Kindred, and they are one and the same and different an eternal. All things must fall to her bow, or his teeth; that is the way of the world and always will be and always has been. The eternal truth of this world. A place of rock and age, a temple, he has been told; he sees it so rarely; once in a lifetime yet always he is there; the place that Fate inhabits, the place from which he was born. Not physically so, he is born in a million different places to a million different families and bloodlines, yet he only remembers the Temple; he remembers waking up from a long nap to find his Lamb beside him, always beside him, always ready for the next hunt, and he is happy. He is always happy, so long as he is with her. There will always be a new hunt, forever more to hunt, until there is nothing left but Kindred. When there is nothing left but Kindred, he will be at peace. “There are always more, until the day there is only Kindred.”
“And then will you run from me?”
“I would never run from you, dear Wolf.” RP Sample: The chase eternal, the beating of hearts synchronized yet different, one races heavy and fast, the other beats slow and melodically; They are Wolf and Lamb, Lamb, and Wolf, Kindred now and forever. Wolf chases his newest prey, a scared child-warrior, a squire, a page, an apprentice, a thousand words to convey the same meaning, a boy that is not a man, not a warrior, not yet, and never to be. The chase is life, the thrill feeds him like nothing else could; the gentle hum of his beloved little Lamb clear beyond all things in his sharp ears, as if she was standing beside him yet she is not, she is far behind and far away, racing through the shadows with him as he chases this man boy through the endless forests of fate. There is no escape, all must meet their fate by Kindred's hand; the swift mercy of Lamb's arrows, the glorious pain of Wolf's teeth; this is an absolute of the world. They are beyond time, beyond life and death and above all things; they are the end, entropy's hand. The boy is far ahead, his is small and quick, and Wolf is taking his time to enjoy his hunt, it has only been a few fleeting moments and it has been so long; an eternity since his last hunt, the wet blood still clinging to his fangs and claws and staining his clothing just as this fresh flesh will too; fangs closing over the neck of the boy; a pained scream, the glorious music of his existance, sweet symphony of pain and life. The boy is dragged back, claws digging into flesh and rending it from bone, brilliant hot blood sputtering everywhere and seasoning the air like the most decadent of sins. "Please... mercy...!" "There is no Mercy for those Marked by Fate. All will fall to Kindred!" A final scream, wet and gurgling and dying a painful death with it's master; the man child silenced by the throat now hanging from Wolf's jaws, the hunter slowly savoring the morsel as he chewed it, raw and blood, the best sort of meal. Lamb was beside him as he feasted, she was always with him, and he with her, and she merely hummed for him as he ate; the Mark was sated, yet a new one had appeared for them already, and they left the corpse behind for the scavengers and beasts. The hunt is eternal, and eternity called to them. Faceclaim: Kindred [Wolf] - League of Legends | |
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