Post by Sasha on Jul 17, 2008 2:20:28 GMT -5
Jarbach
Gender:
Male
Age:
3 1/2 Years
Breed:
Red Wolf
Affinity:
None
Pack:
Vultreen
Hopefull Rank:
Alpha Male
Description:
Jarbach's pelt is about three different shades of brown, the lightest being inside his ears, his tail, his face, and his stomach. The darkest colors dance through his fur. His eyes clash with his pelt color, making them seem darker than they really are. Jarbach is small in size, around the height of a large female. His eyes are a bright and unusual yellow color.
Personality:
Jarbach is hot-headed but forced himself to be as as calm and collected as his grandfather was. His mother's anger, however, rubbed off on him, and he is a tough wolf to fight if he's got something to fight for, or a feeling to fight with. Jar is bitter torward his family; all except his mother, as she was the only one who was ever kind to him and didn't try to kill him. He is smart and is actually hard wolf to fight; Jarbach uses stratagey since, sadly, he isn't the strongest. Not really the most respected wolf, he's proud of the fact he's been able to survive all this time, even with his family coming after him [among other enemies] and the fact he doesn't have an element to use.
History:
[Jarbach was not born on this island; he was, in fact, born on another. However, unkown to him, his sister [of the earth element] used her powers to create a raft of vines for him during a rough and murderous storm, saving his life and dropping him here.]
Born in a cave with his sister, Memlia, in the middle of winter, Jar's pup life was rough and full of trouble. Constantly his mother was getting kicked away and beaten by her pack due to treachery and pain her parent had caused them; saying their revulsion to her line was merely an order given out by their all-powerful gods. As Jarbach grew, he began to resent the gods, acting as if he were a mere curious youth, always asking the elders of them. At a year old, he found them to be nothing more than old wolves lying, very drowsy, in a cave. He forced them to tell all that they were lying of their powers, that what they showed alphas was a trick of the light and crystals. In front of the pack, at to years, Jarbach and his father killed the gods, telling the pack it was for the best. Devestated, the angery crowd murdered Thorn and her daughter, chasing Jarbach and his father away in seperate directions. Despite all the lands Jarbach had come to, he still has not found his father.
Family:
Father - Iakash
Mother - Thorn
Sister - Memlia
Grandmother&father, mother's side - Unkown&Jarbachua
Grandmother&father; father's side - Both Unkown
- all are deceased or lost -
Picture (optional):
See avatar - when made -
Other:
Maaan, it's gonna be hard not to have Jarbach whine about Thrix all the live long day.
Mm.
Well, at least I've got JARBACHUA.
Role Playing Sample:
[Old Thrix post, when he died from a disease on a different site. This equals...six or seven times Thrix has died. Total. Yup. xD This and Tanook's brotherly dying scene. Thrix is the first post, Tanook the second, so on...]
He remembered the first time he had transformed as a young yearling, changing his shape out of fear and anger, attacking his elder brother with a swift movement, a quick tear. As he laughed, his old, scarred skin tightened and tore. Moaku choked, heaving, shaking, rising to his paws. He wouldn't die weak. He'd been killed so many times already, by so many other wolves. He's survived a disease much like this one...why was he dying tonight? This was all wrong, all so very wrong.
"Bastard," he hissed, digging his claws into the ground. His fur was stained yellow. "Is there a mercy?" He whispered. He'd never consciously done anything wrong. It was all him. All Moaku. Not Tanook. "May the gods will mercy!" Tanook choked, his breathing hollow and short. His brother kicked at him, pulling skin and fur away with his claws. Tanook writhed on the sand, wailing loud enough to scare the desert creatures away.
"Shut your trap." Black bile rose to his throat, pooling under his paws in the dirt. He wheezed, fighting the pain that racked his bones, shaking his head. "Your gods have left you, boy. And you know that."
He hated to see his brother in so much agony; Tanook was such a weak thing. The white and black wolf's wailing and crying irritated Moaku to transformation, and he did so, becoming the common black buck. Using every ounce of energy he had left in his form, he swung his head, picking Tanook up with his horns and throwing him.
"Thrix--" Tanook felt bones break, skin tear. He could feel his heart pump blood into the open air. "Stop," he moaned, as Moaku returned to his natural form
"Where do you even--" pain racked his head, and he whimpered. He didn't have the stamina for wailing any longer. He wanted to die. "I have a headache," he said lazily. "Thrix, I...my head hurts bad."
"Oh, if I could--if I could get over there now--" Moaku spasmed, laying sideways in the wet, bloody sand. He could feel his ribbones poke from the skin as he took a breath. Unlike Tanook, Moaku's breaths were deep and even. He rose to his paws. He wouldn't die this way. Not this way. "Find me something, Tanook," he whispered, his jaw hanging open, letting the blood and bile flow freely. "Something poisonous."
"Eat your heart," Tanook rasped, "there's plenty of poison there."
Moaku's eyes rolled. His heart. Of course. Why hadn't he thought of that? "Where is that--" Moaku fell, snapping a shaky leg. "Tanook, where is that buck you...you brought to me?"
His brother didn't reply, but as Moaku searched for it, dragging his hing leg in the sand, he could smell it. The carcAss; he smelled like the buck. Just a carcAss. He wouldn't let that happen. Heaving himself as his eyes began to cloud over, Moaku tore open the Buck's flesh around his ribcage, snapping through the breast. A bone. "Tanook," he wheezed, but his brother didn't answer. "Tanook, you answer me!"
Silence.
Moaku turned in time to see Tanook roll his head back in his direction, tongue lolling out of his mouth, eyes closing as if saying 'goodbye.'
The small black wolf bit his tongue. He could feel himself beginning to decay, but he ignored it, steadying his chest above the protruding bone. As Moaku thrust himself down, he thought; until we meet again.
