Hajime x Elsa : Levaithi & Darrah up for adoption
06-05-2015, 11:28 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-05-2015, 01:48 PM by Avalon.)
Name: Levaithi Walker Changes?: None Appearance: The creature is a middling height of 33" and bears a weight of 125 pounds. He's not the tallest nor the heaviest thing, but it works for him nonetheless. The base coat he wears follows that of his late father, Hajime, who bore a coat of a a rich caramel brown. However, he bears colors that are a mixture of his parents. For he also bears the pure white from his late mother, Elsa. Upon his face, a mask that rises towards the crown of his head and streamlines its way down his spine until it ends at the base of his tail. Ivory also coats all four paws. Following that, he bears a dark brown beneath his torso, starting from the base of his throat to his inner thighs. Black also coats his entire tail, as well as his ears. Asides from his colored features, Levaithi bears an ever hardened deep cyan gaze. He was unfortunate (or maybe he was fortunate), enough to have not inherited either of his parents eye colors. It is all his own, and he doesn't mind not sharing that trait. The creature stalks on limber legs, his body lithe and agile for quick maneuvers. He does not fear getting dirty, for it is an essence all his own. He carries himself as tall as he can, a show of arrogance and pride if you will. The boy unafraid, and fear will never show itself in his eyes. Personality: Levaithi is an odd one, straying dangerously away from what his parents used to be. Despite his mother and fathers calm nature, Levaithi is a dark and cold soul. He often shows hatred through his eyes, as if the world were nothing more than out to get him. He is unafraid of those who threaten him. In his mind, their just prey things whose faces he can rip into. The boy suffers from Psychopathic disorder, a trait that he was born with. He feels no remorse, and often all he wants to do is kill. Most of the time on a whim. Or just because he can. Due to this mental illness, he treads a fine line between right and wrong. And although he can be loyal to the core to others, he will have no second thoughts about killing them. His mind unable to process what he did, even after the fact. And although he might miss them later at times, he can't bring himself to feel sorry about it. Levaithi has the tendency to become attached to others, and although this might be seen as a good thing, to him it might be confusing. He might be quick to anger, and when something happens that gets him to the point of seeing red, he may lash out at those nearby. Whether they are best friends, family, or even mates, his mind won't allow him to see anything more then the current thoughts. The argument or the disagreement. If someone angered him, his thought process turns into "Kill. Kill. Kill." However, should his loyalty be given to those who refrain from stepping on that line, then he will always want to use his strength and acquired skills to protect them without a second thought. Although he might be merciless at times, Levaithi isn't all bad. He has his good qualities, or so he likes to think sometimes, but it would take a dangerously long time to find it. However, you have his mental illness to thank for that. Plans: Roam around ala, try to make friends or enemies. Probably find a pack that he might be well-equipped for and one that can handle him. And possibly he might one day figure out how to control the disease that plagues his mind. Rp sample: The boy licked his lips. Blood trickling down his maw as he wiped it away. The body of one who had been traveling with him torn and mangled. Unrecognizable by Levaithi's doing. They had come to a disagreement, and thanks to his mental illness, he had snapped. Although Caleb was a long time friend for the last few months, the boy could not feel bad for what he had done. He saw no wrong in it, and so he'd shrug it off and continue on his way as if he had done nothing more than kill a fly. But now, he was alone again. Still, he would not turn back. His heart was cold, his mind unable to process what he had just done. He didn't care what others thought of him, but he didn't know what he'd tell people if they asked about where he'd been. Well, I traveled with another wolf named Caleb. Until recently anyway. Oh, where is he? I killed him. Why? Because I dunno, he pissed me off. Yeah, that seemed quite the story.
The boy stepped onto territory that appeared to be familiar. As if he had been here at one point in time or another. Or perhaps in another life. Or during one of his rages that he couldn't quite remember through the fog. He gazed around the forest. It was muggy, fog rolled in across the ground, and sounds and scents were muffled. As he trekked through, he saw a shadow move ahead of him. The scent of another wolf striking him. With curled lips, the creature slunk forward, his paw steps silenced. He wanted to be alone, and if another unfortunate soul crossed his path then he would force it away just so he could have that bit of peace. He hated when his alone time was disturbed, so this newcomer was clearly in the wrong. Without a second though, Levaithi crept up at quick pace. The only warning the other wolf had gotten was a growl that signaled its doom. For as soon as it turned around, Levaithi was already upon him, teeth tearing into his throat. And just like that, another life was snuffed out. Another fly dropping from the air. |
