Scorpion/Qanik Son
07-24-2014, 08:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-25-2014, 08:08 PM by Warja.)
Name: Shtiya meaning "my strength"
Appearance: To say he is an oddity would be an understatement. Shtiya is a tetragametic chimera, meaning he's the result of two nonidentical twins fusing in the early stages of forming. His right side is entirely white and his left side is a tad more interesting (pictures below). He's also polydactyl, having six toes on both his left forepaw and his left hindpaw. On top of this, his left side is also slightly larger than his right, appearing a touch more meatier, although the difference is so slight that he himself isn't entirely aware of the differences. The only obvious difference is in the size of his paws where, you guessed it, the left ones are bigger than the right. And it's not just because of the extra toes. Shtiya's right eye is silvery blue and his left is sapphire. Left Side - Front
*Adult Build* Standing at 34" and weighing in at 110lb gives him a lean but well rounded appearance. His build is like that of a great dane, with long limbs, a sturdy back and a wide chest that glides up to broad hips. He's big but not bulky, giving the appearance of strength without looking like a hulking monster. As a child he'll be exceptionally fluffy, like a big squishy teddy bear. It's hard to say if the fluffiness will follow him into adulthood, but his coat will always be on the heavier side.
Alignment: Neutral
Personality: First and foremost, Shtiya is a scientist bent on unraveling the world around him. The things that make him different will sculpt him into a seeker of oddities and he'll treasure the very things that are shunned for their deviations. He delights in solving puzzles, peeling back the layers of mystery to expose the gears that make it all run. Anything and everything is worth investigating. Everything is worth questioning. Puzzles are his passion and he enjoys gazing into the future, finding no difficulty in imagining things that haven't take place yet. Life, to Shtiya, is the greatest puzzle. He finds beauty everywhere, not just in the physical sense, but in the quiet harmony that makes it all possible. He'll go through life with his eyes wide open, testing and marveling at the impossible rhythm that surrounds him. Understanding that there is an order to everything, he'll sift through the chaos and confusion, searching fearlessly for the clockwork that makes all things tick.
Shtiya is a tender soul. Unable to understand where they're coming from, he's easily wounded by the harshness of others. He longs to be understood, to be accepted, and any attack directed towards him will be received with extreme shock. Immediately, Shtiya will shut down, drawing into himself in an attempt to staunch the emotional blood pouring from his very soul. He's loyal, though, and forgives far too easily, allowing himself to be hurt, used and bullied countless times in the belief that there is a bit of good in everyone.
Shtiya is, to put it kindly, is a gullible, easily awed idol-worshiper. The world and its intricacies may be his to unravel, but put a wolf before him who exudes a trait he finds admirable and the boy will fall head over heels into unbridled adoration. Once he latches onto someone it won't be uncommon to find him trailing behind them with an awed, almost starstruck, look on his face. Blinded by their superior whatever, their flaws will go unnoticed or minimized and ignored. Any malice or rejection from his beloved idols will cause him pain and for these few will his tears readily flow. Rejection is one of his greatest fears.
Enjoying quirky things, Shtiya will surround himself with as many as he can find. He's quickly work up quite a collection and by the time he's old enough to live on his own he'll have amassed enough treasure to make a dragon jealous. His hoard will spill from his den, forcing him to sleep outside (which is a sacrifice he'll gladly make). As a pup his trinkets will accumulate quickly and if his mom isn't careful, they'll begin to take over the den. As much as he'd like to sleep curled atop them, Qanik would be wise to make him keep his toys outside.
-----------Sensitive, intuitive, adaptable, creative, affectionate-----------
Roleplay Sample: Stretched before him was a sea of vibrantly colored clover. Everywhere the boy looked three-lobed greenery smiled up at him; the happy white blossoms standing guard over their cheery buddies. As cute and happy as the little plants were, Shtiya wasn't there for them. Among them lurked oddballs, little freaks of nature. Those, those tiny little plants with too many leaves, those were what the child was after. He lay on his belly with his back legs stretched out behind him and his nose pointed down at the ground between his front paws. His mismatched eyes were fixed intently upon the flora; nothing existed but the clover before him. Shtiya's brow was pulled low in concentration, his forehead creased with wrinkles he was far too young for. He'd been in the field forever, sifting carefully through the plants in the hopes of finding at least one little misnumbered clover. Just one, that's all he wanted.
The boy sighed. Was he asking too much? He'd found only a couple before and they never lasted very long. As soon as he picked one it started to wilt. The last one had barely made it out of the field before one of it's leaves fell off; which did him no good whatsoever because then it just looked like a plain ole clover.
There! His breath caught, making a soft, disbelieving noise as he sucked it in. Could it be? Shtiya reached out a paw and gently nudged the other plants away from it. Released from the grip of its companions, the plant in question sprung up to reveal...a normal amount of leaves.
Thoroughly disappointed, the child sighed and re-situated himself; gathering his front paws under him so he that was leaning down on his elbows. The movement revealed a patch of clover that had been hidden by his six-toed paw. The squished plants were slow in springing back, but when they did, standing bigger and taller than the rest, was a four leaf clover.
When his eyes landed on it and it's undeniable oddness sunk in, Shtiya squealed, giddily squirming around for a couple of seconds. He was so excited that he was afraid to touch the plant in case his exuberance would cause it harm. When he finally settled, the boy reached out tentatively grasp the plant...and then he had a better idea.
Jumping to his paws, the child quickly dug his nails into the earth to one side of the plant. He dug until the hole was big enough and then he tackled another side, repeating the process until a circle was carved out around the plant. Shtiya then used a paw to gently pry a good-size ball of dirt--plant on top--from the ground. From there he picked it up, nose wrinkling as the dirt settled upon it. It would be worth it though. He was sure of it.
----A hop, skip and a small time jump later----
""Mmummuh, mmummuh!" He stopped to retch as mud gagged him, then was off running again. His eyes darted from side to side, excitedly searching for his mother. He was unbelievably proud of his find; this would be the first one he was able to share with others and he was keen on showing her first. The others he'd show later, but his mom? His mom would appreciate his funny clover the most. He was sure of it.
"Muh?" Where was she? She had to be- RIGHT THERE! He zeroed in on her form, taking huge bounding leaps in her direction until she was right in front of him. The boy proudly deposited his catch on the ground before her. Thankfully the clover, though its ride had been violent, arrived relatively unscathed. The root ball was a little less fortunate, having lost a large amount of its dirt to the moist mouth of its child, so it lay before Qanik a squishy, oozy blob. The child, though he was both leaking and smeared with mud, grinned up at her with a huge, brown tinged smile. "Momma, look what I found! It has too many leaves, like me!"
Appearance: To say he is an oddity would be an understatement. Shtiya is a tetragametic chimera, meaning he's the result of two nonidentical twins fusing in the early stages of forming. His right side is entirely white and his left side is a tad more interesting (pictures below). He's also polydactyl, having six toes on both his left forepaw and his left hindpaw. On top of this, his left side is also slightly larger than his right, appearing a touch more meatier, although the difference is so slight that he himself isn't entirely aware of the differences. The only obvious difference is in the size of his paws where, you guessed it, the left ones are bigger than the right. And it's not just because of the extra toes. Shtiya's right eye is silvery blue and his left is sapphire. Left Side - Front
*Adult Build* Standing at 34" and weighing in at 110lb gives him a lean but well rounded appearance. His build is like that of a great dane, with long limbs, a sturdy back and a wide chest that glides up to broad hips. He's big but not bulky, giving the appearance of strength without looking like a hulking monster. As a child he'll be exceptionally fluffy, like a big squishy teddy bear. It's hard to say if the fluffiness will follow him into adulthood, but his coat will always be on the heavier side.
Alignment: Neutral
Personality: First and foremost, Shtiya is a scientist bent on unraveling the world around him. The things that make him different will sculpt him into a seeker of oddities and he'll treasure the very things that are shunned for their deviations. He delights in solving puzzles, peeling back the layers of mystery to expose the gears that make it all run. Anything and everything is worth investigating. Everything is worth questioning. Puzzles are his passion and he enjoys gazing into the future, finding no difficulty in imagining things that haven't take place yet. Life, to Shtiya, is the greatest puzzle. He finds beauty everywhere, not just in the physical sense, but in the quiet harmony that makes it all possible. He'll go through life with his eyes wide open, testing and marveling at the impossible rhythm that surrounds him. Understanding that there is an order to everything, he'll sift through the chaos and confusion, searching fearlessly for the clockwork that makes all things tick.
Shtiya is a tender soul. Unable to understand where they're coming from, he's easily wounded by the harshness of others. He longs to be understood, to be accepted, and any attack directed towards him will be received with extreme shock. Immediately, Shtiya will shut down, drawing into himself in an attempt to staunch the emotional blood pouring from his very soul. He's loyal, though, and forgives far too easily, allowing himself to be hurt, used and bullied countless times in the belief that there is a bit of good in everyone.
Shtiya is, to put it kindly, is a gullible, easily awed idol-worshiper. The world and its intricacies may be his to unravel, but put a wolf before him who exudes a trait he finds admirable and the boy will fall head over heels into unbridled adoration. Once he latches onto someone it won't be uncommon to find him trailing behind them with an awed, almost starstruck, look on his face. Blinded by their superior whatever, their flaws will go unnoticed or minimized and ignored. Any malice or rejection from his beloved idols will cause him pain and for these few will his tears readily flow. Rejection is one of his greatest fears.
Enjoying quirky things, Shtiya will surround himself with as many as he can find. He's quickly work up quite a collection and by the time he's old enough to live on his own he'll have amassed enough treasure to make a dragon jealous. His hoard will spill from his den, forcing him to sleep outside (which is a sacrifice he'll gladly make). As a pup his trinkets will accumulate quickly and if his mom isn't careful, they'll begin to take over the den. As much as he'd like to sleep curled atop them, Qanik would be wise to make him keep his toys outside.
-----------Sensitive, intuitive, adaptable, creative, affectionate-----------
Roleplay Sample: Stretched before him was a sea of vibrantly colored clover. Everywhere the boy looked three-lobed greenery smiled up at him; the happy white blossoms standing guard over their cheery buddies. As cute and happy as the little plants were, Shtiya wasn't there for them. Among them lurked oddballs, little freaks of nature. Those, those tiny little plants with too many leaves, those were what the child was after. He lay on his belly with his back legs stretched out behind him and his nose pointed down at the ground between his front paws. His mismatched eyes were fixed intently upon the flora; nothing existed but the clover before him. Shtiya's brow was pulled low in concentration, his forehead creased with wrinkles he was far too young for. He'd been in the field forever, sifting carefully through the plants in the hopes of finding at least one little misnumbered clover. Just one, that's all he wanted.
The boy sighed. Was he asking too much? He'd found only a couple before and they never lasted very long. As soon as he picked one it started to wilt. The last one had barely made it out of the field before one of it's leaves fell off; which did him no good whatsoever because then it just looked like a plain ole clover.
There! His breath caught, making a soft, disbelieving noise as he sucked it in. Could it be? Shtiya reached out a paw and gently nudged the other plants away from it. Released from the grip of its companions, the plant in question sprung up to reveal...a normal amount of leaves.
Thoroughly disappointed, the child sighed and re-situated himself; gathering his front paws under him so he that was leaning down on his elbows. The movement revealed a patch of clover that had been hidden by his six-toed paw. The squished plants were slow in springing back, but when they did, standing bigger and taller than the rest, was a four leaf clover.
When his eyes landed on it and it's undeniable oddness sunk in, Shtiya squealed, giddily squirming around for a couple of seconds. He was so excited that he was afraid to touch the plant in case his exuberance would cause it harm. When he finally settled, the boy reached out tentatively grasp the plant...and then he had a better idea.
Jumping to his paws, the child quickly dug his nails into the earth to one side of the plant. He dug until the hole was big enough and then he tackled another side, repeating the process until a circle was carved out around the plant. Shtiya then used a paw to gently pry a good-size ball of dirt--plant on top--from the ground. From there he picked it up, nose wrinkling as the dirt settled upon it. It would be worth it though. He was sure of it.
----A hop, skip and a small time jump later----
""Mmummuh, mmummuh!" He stopped to retch as mud gagged him, then was off running again. His eyes darted from side to side, excitedly searching for his mother. He was unbelievably proud of his find; this would be the first one he was able to share with others and he was keen on showing her first. The others he'd show later, but his mom? His mom would appreciate his funny clover the most. He was sure of it.
"Muh?" Where was she? She had to be- RIGHT THERE! He zeroed in on her form, taking huge bounding leaps in her direction until she was right in front of him. The boy proudly deposited his catch on the ground before her. Thankfully the clover, though its ride had been violent, arrived relatively unscathed. The root ball was a little less fortunate, having lost a large amount of its dirt to the moist mouth of its child, so it lay before Qanik a squishy, oozy blob. The child, though he was both leaking and smeared with mud, grinned up at her with a huge, brown tinged smile. "Momma, look what I found! It has too many leaves, like me!"
