Scorthello Pup
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Revenge is Scorpion's first born son, he's gunna be special to his daddy. He is going to be very protective of both pups but there is going to be special attention on Revenge.
Revenge Destruction :
Long legs
Elongated tail
39" Tall
130 Pounds
Male
First Born
Adult Line art
Pup Line art Better showing of his dapples
Taken by : OPEN
Mercy Destruction :
Long legs
Elongated tail
38" Tall
100 Pounds
Female
Second Born
Adult Line art
Pup Line art
Taken by : Evelyn
Pup table located HERE
Revenge Adult Table
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OOC Name : Personality : Moral Alignment : Plot Ideas : with your pup and the fam jam RP example : Can be any age, any situation |
OOC Name :Sea
Personality :
Born down a long line of proud lineage will do little to humble this boy, nor cool the steam of emotions that will encompass his life. With his primal and base instincts a mixed inherit of both his parents, with the lusts and pride his father holds to the moods and emotions that sway his mother. What they create will say a great deal about the man he will become. These emotions, all of who he is will lie beneath a thin vial of control that will allow him to display a sense of normality amongst strangers and friends alike.
Revenge will be a quick learner who strives to better himself and his wits, a trait that he himself places above the trivialities of the young. His actions as a child will make him seem older than he is, out of place in the world of the young but well within his comforts in the adult realm. With the attention of his father always upon him he has a lot to lose ? and a lot to gain with his father?s approval, which will be something he will crave and strive for. No matter what stage of life he is in he is always on the playing field ? in a game of wits and cruelty over brute strength.
There is only one soft spot in this boys being, and that is kept singularly for his sister. She is the light to his dark, as he is the calm to her storm of emotions. Together they are very much Ying and yang, out of balance when apart, and formidable when together. He has the mind for battle, the tactic, the bloodlust and the wit to see it through without the strength the back his plans. His other half, his sister is the balance with her ease in fighting making her the prefect contrast and balance. Being the only pups in the litter, instead of becoming a competition for their fathers approval will become a close kinship between them. His fondness for his sister will struggle not to develop into a protective nature, knowing that her strength over his wit would make him only an unwanted protector.
Revenge has the drive and resources to strive forward and intends to carve for himself and his sister a piece of the world. Most likely that would be to follow in his father?s footsteps, aiming to achieve and make proud his parents and prove their lineage.
Moral Alignment :Neutral
Plot Ideas : follow in his dads footsteps, which if he remains on the council is to join them eventually. To become a force to be reckoned with when with his sister
RP example : The glade was cool with the soft wind of winter and the faint traces of sunlight that pierced through thickly daunting clouds. The chill did nothing to deter a determined boy who had taken the time to unfurl himself against the pleasant comfort of the mossy earth. The wind was a quite hum to the air and the sounds of the forest was subdued and in wait to the storm that was hibernating against the clouds, growing and waiting as it gently unfurled its wind against the earth. The rustle of the trees would increase, at first coming together in a harmony of sounds and movements, swaying and singing against the air. Little by little they would change, the beat growing faster and more irregular against each other until at last they were a violent beast raging against all and each other. It was a perfectly unpredictable evening that would quickly turn to night. Despite the unsettled air and forest the boy had waited and only now would pick himself off the earth, shaking his coat to the unruly wind and begin tracing his steps through the forest. His movements where unheard and forgotten against the clammer of the earth and there was no need for stealth when even the clumsiest walker could trace through here unheard and unseen.
There was an enjoyment to the unpredictability of this night, and to the torment of wind and rain that beat and prodded at his walking form. He ignored it all as he kept on, knowing the path he walked well, and upon his approach he would finally become stealthy, creeping against the tormented undergrowth, watching the world around him until he was there. He was banned from this place, and on a normal day it would have been unapproachable. It was only here and now that he could get closer than he ever had before, to learn the secrets he had not been told..
Mercy table, *offers up as gift* Clickable
P.S. This Revenge table is Seas.
"Speech"
Personality : Revenge is the master of deception and persuasion. He is like an actor, taking after his mother with the ability to put on any face and play that part without fault. His father's traits are not to be forgotten, giving Revenge a silver tongue sometimes making it hard, even for himself, to know what is truth and what is lies. He is a handsome wolf and knows it. Vanity and pride run deep in his bones and is not ashamed to flaunt everything he was born with. He picked up the Destruction family trait of loyalty and a protective nature, this trait sometimes getting pushed to extremes. He is not unfeeling or cold. Quite the opposite. Revenge is ferociously passionate, his emotions hardly ever settling at a calm equilibrium. If he is angry then he is furious. If he is happy then he is overjoyed. If he is in love, well that is a whole different story. It is hard to keep him tied down to one for long. He will love someone with fiery passion, but that fire will often quickly die out unless someone manages to find what it is that will constantly relight his fire. Once he sets his sights on something, he will strive toward that prize until it is his, no matter the cost. Family will always come first and if any wolf, no matter how beautiful they may be, tries to get between him and his family it will be no contest for who he will choose. All of this is wrapped into a package spiked with attitude and flirtation.
Moral Alignment :
Plot Ideas : I'm thinking maybe Othello's bipolar could be genetic and that would tie into Revenge's mood swings, maybe showing up more prominently as he gets older but not quite to the extent of Othello's. I'd love for him to work closely with his father so he could be a part of whatever shenanigans Scorpion gets himself into. Also, I'm thinking he'll be so protective over his sister that he'll try to keep away any males trying to court her and try to keep her all to himself. He might also have violent outbursts which depending on who is around might end in some attack of some sort.
RP example : "Mercy! .... MERCY!" he called out, a growl forming in his chest and a snarl on his muzzle. Where could she be?! He had specifically told her to stay in the den. And where was she not? The den. Anger bubbled up from his stomach as he paced back and forth in front of the den, his fur bristled up along his spine. If she didn't come back soon he was going to go after her and oh she would regret not following his orders-
Suddenly her scent caught his attention, his golden gaze darting up to see her standing a few feet away with a hare dangling from her jaws. Hunting. Yes, that's where she had been. He blinked, his anger suddenly draining away and peace taking its place. His fur laid flat and a smile touched his muzzle as he padded forward, nosing gently at her cheek. "Good catch, sister. Hurry up and ear so we can sleep." He turned without another glance, going back toward the den and slipping inside to wait for Mercy to join him.
Several minutes past and empty loneliness threatened to overtake him before her pale form finally appeared, briefly blocking out the pale light of the moon streaming in. Relief washed over him and he rested his head on his paws as she settled beside him, his tail gently resting against her haunches to make sure she didn't disappear in the middle of the night. Once all was settled and well he could finally drift off to sleep, his golden orbs drifting closed as dreams overtook him.
Quote:? OOC NAME |
{ 605 words } "Tick tock goes the Clock."
Only a matter of time before the young man would reach his first year of age. Perhaps he would finally meet his diseased father, one whom had been quarantined from him, as an unknown disease had spread through the many pack lands. Alabaster figure would move slink-like in the darkness, his pudgy figure finally grown to proportionate sizes. His sister, Mercy, likely would not have been the same, but the adventurous male had already begun to leave the den long before his pearly mother would allow, and would venture further and further each day into the Covari territory, seeking new things to see, and to smell. Each new scent would thrill the young man, only pushing him further and further, until he would be found by his mother, or would be followed by his young sibling. He had heard that two of his siblings, had been broken down and killed by the same disease that haunted his father, too powerful for them to fight off. The alabaster man didn't give a care in the world, not really feeling any true love for any of his siblings, or his mother. All he sought would be his father, Scorpion, who must be hidden in some nook or cranny in the lands of his birth pack.
Perhaps the independent young man had sauntered about the lands within earshot of the den, in case he would be reluctantly summoned back. However, the man was feeling particularly rebellious today, sauntering further than before, away from the vicinity of the den, finding himself in a brand new world, as if it never had existed before. Many smells drifted onto his nose, and he would lick his lips, as if the world was going to cause him to ooze with saliva. "Why didn't I wander this far before? This world is amazing!" He would lift his head and gaze outward, seeing barren fields and dotted caves. The young man would lower his head again and give a groan, then ochre orbs would glint as he spoke once more, the words rolling off his inky lips. "At least it's better than being cooped up in the den with mama and Mercy." The boy could not help but to wonder what was beyond these barren lands? The taste of several wolves would rest on his tongue, as he saw several figures sauntering across the field from him, one of which seemed familiar in scent, one that always rested on his pearly mother after she would return to feed the pups more.
The alabaster figure would once more move in his slink-like flair, ochre irises flickering once again, momentarily cloaked in black, he would approach the two figures, finding each one to smell of Covari pack lands, likely part of the pack. One was tall and lean, whilst the other was about two times his height, tall and powerful. The markings surrounding his ochre hued eyes seemed alike to his own, the young man giving a small yip to hopefully acknowledge the two Covari wolves of his presence, as he would speak, words rolling off his tongue, but not in his usual rude and careless fashion, but more controlled and gentlemanly, or so he attempted. "Do any of you kind men know of someone by the name of Scorpion? Mother told me he was my father, and since he's healed from his illness, could I perhaps find him somewhere?" The alabaster boy would give a respectful bow of his head, before ochre irises would watch both intently for an answer, crown tilted to gaze at the timber-like male, with the markings about his ochre irises.
"Speech"
'thoughts'
so take this night, wrap it around me like a sheet OOC NAME: Muse Personality: Sinner, sinner they cry in his wake, for what else is there to call the boy of the night? Oh he regrets, certainly, but he does not angst over it. Revenge is a boy who will grow up uncaring; he wraps himself in a cloak of darkness, an eternal night that is known to few aside from him. He cares little for the concepts of family, although he benefits from them. He is eternally numb, a beast propelled by obsession and possession, falling bored of his passions as quickly as he takes them up. He is intelligent, manipulative, and bold. Revenge does not forget, much as his name would suggest; he will make the world bow to him, if it pleases him. Some might seem him as primal, lost to his instincts, but he is quite the opposite. A calculated genius, a boy whose morality is aware of his sins but whose heavy heart rarely over comes his instinctual drive. He is observant with a brilliant memory, and even the smallest of slights can prove to be worthy of death. As a youth he will be aloof, easily annoyed, with a biting tongue and condescension ready for every situation. He will be well aware of the power of his blood, albeit somewhat lazy and loathe to leave his comfortable den. As he grows this sloth will leave his bones, but he will rarely seek to go the hard way. Opportunistic, powerful, Revenge is not the sort of soul you will wish to cross. "Where are you going young man, I'm not finished!" she screeches after him, rushing in hot pursuit. Revenge turns to face her, teeth barred. "Follow me and I'll fucking kill your little bitch next time," he hisses, teenage hormones showing through his typically cool facade. The woman pauses and says a threat about telling his mother, and he turns around, sulking away before she decides to chide him once more. |
Personality :
Moody
aggressive
worships mother
Witty
Sassy
Attitudinal
Manipulative
Messy (unkept fur, likes to play in the mud)
Flirtatious
Has vicious nightmares
I was possibly thinking about taking him the crazy route, though more in depth like another personality that takes over under stress, in battles, a norse god of some sort, and when he comes too he doesnt know what hes done or said
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Moral Alignment :Lawful evil-Chaotic evil
Plot Ideas : Anything, possibly injured while protecting mother, Veeeeeery attached to mom, almost to the point of love and obsession, possibly falls in love with her, verbal fights with dad, maybe a physical fight later on,
RP example :
Inside him dreams there were screams. Blood was everywhere and he was the culprit, he didn't understand why, why each night was filled with the carnage, why he had to kill this way, but at the end there she was. She was always draped in golden sheets, bright lights shone down on her and she was just as beautiful as she always was, a smile on her lawful deatures his noble body would crawl to her, Revenge would lay his head at her paws and close his eyes.
She would always embrace him, place her head over his and caress his ears with kisses, whispering to him this was how it could never be, how even though this was perfect, it would always fall apart, and in his mind and his outside self he would whine and kick a foot as everything fell to pieces, walls crumbed and the darkness came racing, pulling him in it sucked the air from his lungs, he kicked and whimpered as he fell further and further. Then. He woke up.
Panting the young boy tried to catch his breath as he looked aroung him, his queen and her thing> were sleeping, as was his sister and all was well, he was scared, and he felt pitiful doing this but he wandered over to his sister and plopped next to her, their warmth soothing him back into what he hoped would be a peaceful slumber.
So now the moment you've all been waiting on.
Drum Roll Please
AND THE WINNER OF REVENGE IS..... SEA! CONGRATULATIONS!
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