The Diamáchi
08-13-2015, 08:08 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-13-2015, 11:34 AM by Tealah.)
Name: Wraith Diamachi
Age: 1 year
Sex: male
Appearance:
A deep granite (#282537) darkens much of Wraith's sturdy form. The color is rich and dark, overlayed with a lighter gray (#6c697e) tinted faintly with purple like rolling stormclouds. The lighter gray covers all four paws, and starting from his nose overlays the top of his muzzle, spreading out just above his eyes to cover his forehead and the backs of his ears before the color slides down the back of his neck, his back and down the top of his tail to engulf the last third of his tail completely. The color also streaks down at the front curve of his shoulders and both the front and back curves of his hips, like paint that has run down to form vague crescent shapes of storm-gray. A lighter silver (#A9A1AE) blaze, centered within the storm-gray, runs from his nose to a point between his red (#b30409) eyes, the silver repeated on the tips of his ears and in streaky ticking along his back.
Standing at 36" he is a large wolf, though hardly the largest. His form is strong and sturdy, being broad shouldered and with long, strong legs. But he is far from heavy-set, bearing as he does wiry, toned musculature and being thinner at the belly and hips like a dancer rather than heavy, musclebound and lumbering. He moves, too, with a dancer's grace and speed, preferring to slash and dance away to avoid attacks entirely rather than sitting and trading heavy blows. As such his sleek, glossy coat tends to be unmarred by much scarring.
Personality: True Neutral
Wraith is the sort of wolf to constantly go through life with a chip on his shoulder. He's quick to assume the worst about anyone not in the clan, defensive about his ways and quick to take insult if there's even the slightest chance of it. He believes that the Diamachi are getting the short end of the stick in life, that they're looked down on and viewed with disdain by others, especially pack wolves, that the Diamachi are oppressed and vilified. As such he is, by turns, wary, and belligerent to, those who choose to make their lives in packs. Rather than make him anxious to please pack wolves and change the views he believes them to hold, it makes him angry, and he takes the viewpoint that if they're going to think he's bad no matter what he does he might as well give them hell. They think he's a dirty thief well screw them, he might as well rob them blind and actually get something out of it rather than refrain and be blamed anyway.
He is a wolf of great depth and intensity of emotion. Those individuals that he loves, he loves with every fiber of his being. He would do anything for them. But even more, Wraith is intensely, scarily loyal to the clan as a whole. He lives, breathes, and would gladly die for the Diamachi. He takes any betrayal to the clan personally, like a knife to the heart (or the back, as it were), and forgiveness does not come easily to him. It doesn't matter if it's a small betrayal in someone else's eyes. He will forever (or at least, for a very long time) view that wolf with suspicion. He is also very slow to trust newer members of the Diamachi, though he will eventually accept them completely as the clan does. He is of the opinion that only the Diamachi can be trusted, and sees little point in coaxing outsiders to join them. After all, if they need coaxing they are not truly Diamachi.
Like all Diamachi, particularly the young ones, his life goal is to be live on in stories after he dies. It's a daunting goal for someone as quiet and brooding as Wraith, who isn't as likely to get attention as his more flamboyant peers. He quietly cherishes that dream though, and is twice as likely to pick a fight or go out of his way to cross pack boundaries to get noticed than he might have otherwise. Wraith definitely has something to prove, as much to himself as to the Diamachi and the outsiders.
With those he trusts (and trust doesn't come easily to him) Wraith is gentle and friendly, in his quiet, reserved manner. He has a dry, subtle sense of humor and is very chill and relaxed around friends. He's much more likely to be the one lounging off to the side watching and making amused comments while his friends roughhouse, rather than joining in.
Despite his rough behavior to outsiders, he treats Diamachi with the utmost of respect and care. He'll go out of his way to make check on little old lady Diamachi to make sure they have everything they need, to hunt extra for pregnant and nursing Diamachi mamas, to dote on Diamachi newborns, and to spend time with older Diamachi children.
History: Wraith was born into a large family who had been Diamachi for several generations. He was not the only pup in his litter, and has many older siblings who for the most part wandered off to do their own things, but his mother died giving birth to his litter so there won't be younger siblings. His father was grief-striken and for a large amount of Wraith's puphood wasn't there. When he was, he was short tempered and impatient with Wraith and his littermates - they did, after all, remind him of his beloved wife and were, after all, the cause of her death - and Wraith remembers him best as a loud, angry voice quick to cuff an offending pup on the head. The Diamachi provided for the young, basically-abandoned pups, and a disillusioned Wraith turned his hero-worship from the father who could not earn it to the clan instead. Still, a lot of the things his father had always said left a lasting impression on an impressionable child, and he learned to blame outsiders for his mother's death. After all, if packs hadn't forced the Diamachi into lesser living conditions by taking up all the best lands and the best prey and refusing to share, leaving the Diamachi little more than scraps, she might have gone into the pregnancy healthier. She might have survived to raise them, and his father would have still been the good man Wraith's older siblings claimed - with great sadness - that he'd used to be.
Plans: Wraith's personality is a mix of guardian and freedom fighter, and strutting teenager. He is likely going to stir up trouble just for the sake of getting a chance to scrap with outsiders, while also gathering together and taking care of the Diamachi to the best of his abilities. He'd be making the effort to gather young Diamachi fighters for raids on packs in part to annoy the packs, in part to take care of the Diamachi, and in very large part to live on in stories. So I foresee a lot of interaction with both Diamachi and outsiders for him, both good and bad. Drama, probably. It won't be dull though, he would keep it interesting.
Age: 1 year
Sex: male
Appearance:
A deep granite (#282537) darkens much of Wraith's sturdy form. The color is rich and dark, overlayed with a lighter gray (#6c697e) tinted faintly with purple like rolling stormclouds. The lighter gray covers all four paws, and starting from his nose overlays the top of his muzzle, spreading out just above his eyes to cover his forehead and the backs of his ears before the color slides down the back of his neck, his back and down the top of his tail to engulf the last third of his tail completely. The color also streaks down at the front curve of his shoulders and both the front and back curves of his hips, like paint that has run down to form vague crescent shapes of storm-gray. A lighter silver (#A9A1AE) blaze, centered within the storm-gray, runs from his nose to a point between his red (#b30409) eyes, the silver repeated on the tips of his ears and in streaky ticking along his back.
Standing at 36" he is a large wolf, though hardly the largest. His form is strong and sturdy, being broad shouldered and with long, strong legs. But he is far from heavy-set, bearing as he does wiry, toned musculature and being thinner at the belly and hips like a dancer rather than heavy, musclebound and lumbering. He moves, too, with a dancer's grace and speed, preferring to slash and dance away to avoid attacks entirely rather than sitting and trading heavy blows. As such his sleek, glossy coat tends to be unmarred by much scarring.
Personality: True Neutral
Wraith is the sort of wolf to constantly go through life with a chip on his shoulder. He's quick to assume the worst about anyone not in the clan, defensive about his ways and quick to take insult if there's even the slightest chance of it. He believes that the Diamachi are getting the short end of the stick in life, that they're looked down on and viewed with disdain by others, especially pack wolves, that the Diamachi are oppressed and vilified. As such he is, by turns, wary, and belligerent to, those who choose to make their lives in packs. Rather than make him anxious to please pack wolves and change the views he believes them to hold, it makes him angry, and he takes the viewpoint that if they're going to think he's bad no matter what he does he might as well give them hell. They think he's a dirty thief well screw them, he might as well rob them blind and actually get something out of it rather than refrain and be blamed anyway.
He is a wolf of great depth and intensity of emotion. Those individuals that he loves, he loves with every fiber of his being. He would do anything for them. But even more, Wraith is intensely, scarily loyal to the clan as a whole. He lives, breathes, and would gladly die for the Diamachi. He takes any betrayal to the clan personally, like a knife to the heart (or the back, as it were), and forgiveness does not come easily to him. It doesn't matter if it's a small betrayal in someone else's eyes. He will forever (or at least, for a very long time) view that wolf with suspicion. He is also very slow to trust newer members of the Diamachi, though he will eventually accept them completely as the clan does. He is of the opinion that only the Diamachi can be trusted, and sees little point in coaxing outsiders to join them. After all, if they need coaxing they are not truly Diamachi.
Like all Diamachi, particularly the young ones, his life goal is to be live on in stories after he dies. It's a daunting goal for someone as quiet and brooding as Wraith, who isn't as likely to get attention as his more flamboyant peers. He quietly cherishes that dream though, and is twice as likely to pick a fight or go out of his way to cross pack boundaries to get noticed than he might have otherwise. Wraith definitely has something to prove, as much to himself as to the Diamachi and the outsiders.
With those he trusts (and trust doesn't come easily to him) Wraith is gentle and friendly, in his quiet, reserved manner. He has a dry, subtle sense of humor and is very chill and relaxed around friends. He's much more likely to be the one lounging off to the side watching and making amused comments while his friends roughhouse, rather than joining in.
Despite his rough behavior to outsiders, he treats Diamachi with the utmost of respect and care. He'll go out of his way to make check on little old lady Diamachi to make sure they have everything they need, to hunt extra for pregnant and nursing Diamachi mamas, to dote on Diamachi newborns, and to spend time with older Diamachi children.
History: Wraith was born into a large family who had been Diamachi for several generations. He was not the only pup in his litter, and has many older siblings who for the most part wandered off to do their own things, but his mother died giving birth to his litter so there won't be younger siblings. His father was grief-striken and for a large amount of Wraith's puphood wasn't there. When he was, he was short tempered and impatient with Wraith and his littermates - they did, after all, remind him of his beloved wife and were, after all, the cause of her death - and Wraith remembers him best as a loud, angry voice quick to cuff an offending pup on the head. The Diamachi provided for the young, basically-abandoned pups, and a disillusioned Wraith turned his hero-worship from the father who could not earn it to the clan instead. Still, a lot of the things his father had always said left a lasting impression on an impressionable child, and he learned to blame outsiders for his mother's death. After all, if packs hadn't forced the Diamachi into lesser living conditions by taking up all the best lands and the best prey and refusing to share, leaving the Diamachi little more than scraps, she might have gone into the pregnancy healthier. She might have survived to raise them, and his father would have still been the good man Wraith's older siblings claimed - with great sadness - that he'd used to be.
Plans: Wraith's personality is a mix of guardian and freedom fighter, and strutting teenager. He is likely going to stir up trouble just for the sake of getting a chance to scrap with outsiders, while also gathering together and taking care of the Diamachi to the best of his abilities. He'd be making the effort to gather young Diamachi fighters for raids on packs in part to annoy the packs, in part to take care of the Diamachi, and in very large part to live on in stories. So I foresee a lot of interaction with both Diamachi and outsiders for him, both good and bad. Drama, probably. It won't be dull though, he would keep it interesting.