Post by Aree Wind on Sept 30, 2012 17:02:09 GMT -5
Vladimir
"Prime example of ignorance would be you, learn some knowledge before you let words roll off your tongue."
Age: Four Years
Gender: Brute
Personality:
I will find a center in you,
I will chew it up and leave.
Vladimir is a calm and polite wolf – if you happen to be a female --, on the outside. He holds himself proudly, ambitious and knowledge thirsty, there is little he will not do. He is confident in his skills and will not hesitate to put someone in their place, even if he is lower than them and they are speaking out of line. If he needs to prove himself, he will. If he needs to surprise, he will. If he wants to attack, he will. A master at persuasion, he uses his pretty face if he needs to, and can act extraordinarily out of character to get who he wants to do what he needs. What is in character?
Vladimir is dark humored, with a tongue that can turn to hot steel in less than a second. He has little care for others needs unless it can help his, and does not feel guilty. He believes respect must be earned as anything else. Pride and confidence often fuel his paw steps, with an implanted hatred towards Beta wolves, unless he is such. He does not trust. The last person he trusted, the very last person after his brother, killed his brother. He is the descendent of mother Earth, and this is a major part of his being. It is why he lived the way he did and it is who he is now. Mother Earth, he believes, is the only thing in the universe that one can trust, because she has no bias. She does not choose out of preference. If she would, then Morpheus and Cane would still be together, and that awful pack would die a painful, fiery death. He believes in Father Morpheus and Mother Earth, as they are the only deities he's ever known, and he would not take any others.
You do not cross Vladimir and live. If you do live, crossing paths with him is a mistake you will never make again. He does not play when he speaks of killing, sacrifice, and the earth. Herbs are something he knows well, poison and healing alike. He is tricky to get around when he is against you, and you can often not tell until you choke on that strange syrup that tasted like honey that he is not playing. Vladimir is a high believer of one life for another, and will kill to move forward in his journey to the top.
Vladimir often thinks about family, his greatest wish is to keep the Obleign genes going, mother earth's children needed to keep the peace, and then come to her in the afterlife. When thinking of mates, Vladimir only wants a she-wolf who can take care of herself and pups, as well as would take in his beliefs as her own. His pups would take in the tales of mother Earth, and they would receive the highest education Vladimir could give them, even if he had to do it himself. When thoughts of his brother come to mind or are mention, he recites the tale coolly, whether in his mind or aloud. When seeing siblings, he will grow bitter, but if seeing siblings fight, or one lose another, he will speak up with the most emotion he ever would. To lose your brother or sister is heart wrenching. It changes one's self, as Vladimir knows from experience.
Appearance:
The Looks of Vladimir
Liar, Lawyer, Mirror show me
What's the difference?
Vladimir has a white pelt with variation of white shades. Behind his shoulders, all the way to the very tip of his tail is a creamy white a few stray, lighter hairs every now and again. From his shoulders forward is darker shade of white, with an black patch on his chest, and white muzzle, chin, and cheeks, topped by almost black on the top of his muzzle and dark black brow. Atop his head rest two sharp, black ears, and a slightly lighter patch of fur lays between them. His legs are a fading white again, then his toes are black, with long, well cared for claws. His belly is white. Vladimir keeps his pelt well groomed, giving a sleek shine and a satin feel, as well as showing off his build.
The shadow's eyes are a bright shade of amber, tipping to an almost golden color, but sticking stubbornly to the shade of honey-like amber glow. Vladimir has a naturally angular face, one that gives him a long snout and a sharp nose. He has a very sly grin, whether trying to look sly or not. He has the amazing ability to look completely confused or innocent, with words that can help to prove his point. At the same time, the shadow can turn intimidating, with long incisors that he can use well, and finely groomed claws, sharpened and always ready. When he is ready to fight, his eyes give off a fierce shine, sometimes this alone can bring an opponent to back off. It wouldn't be the first time.
Vladimir has a large body standing at height of 47 1/2 inches, though not to a very restricting extent. He was raised to fight for himself, as well as hunt and heal. He is not thin as much as he is lean. His muscles are well built for fighting, but not showy and bulky. His front legs are somewhat narrow, fine for running, swatting, and holding opponents off, while his back legs are thick and strong, great for throwing opponents off, jumping and running at high speeds. A long tail gives him fine agility, and training gave him balance that just his tail couldn't give him. He is strong and fit, fast and beautiful, always looking calm, unless fighting.
History: I know the pieces fit,
Because I watched them fall apart.
It’s none of your business to tell the truth but I'll give you the brief. Vladimir’s history breaks off from where him and Aree separated by being rushed out of their own pack. He struggled to continue onward after they did. But during that time he found a pack named Red Wind there he met a female name Roslyn who double crossed him and set him up making it look like he wanted to over throw the Alpha when she did. He fled from the pack and disappeared, he now wanders without a purpose in these lands.
Family:Alexander – Father
Faith – Mother
Aree - Sister
Mate: Not certain on that one
Pups: I’d would love to have a few eventually
Example Post: Vladimir wasn’t as pleased about joining the pack as he made it seemed. He claimed it fully as if he was thrilled to be a part of it. But he wasn’t, the wolf who had traveled for 2 years in solitude was uncomfortable you could say in this new atmosphere of caring nature. Of course he was one to appear as something rather than what he was, picking up the habit of his sister. He had mistakenly attached or allowed himself to look over the small enthusiastic pup named Akiko. Akiko was no bother to him but her brother and her mother made his nerves dance. His brother in the sense of a challenge and well his mother in the sense of something he couldn’t yet pick. It was either pure curiosity or his sexual desire. He didn’t like the second idea but there was no sense in denying what he knew was true. He was getting older and still hadn’t come across a love interest. He had little interest in love in the first place but now as an older brute, his mind longed for the sense of a family that he could say was his. He didn’t want a family he summoned from the ruins of depths nor someone he was forced into. He wanted something that flowed naturally and you could say this was his first time feeling this way. Part of him mocked him for thinking of such while the other suggested he pursue what he desired. He could pursue what he wanted but it’d have to be in many different wolves you could say. Although this wasn’t the time to be pursuing for a mate, especially in such a dark time he had stumbled upon. Distractions, that's exactly what his thoughts we’re trying to get him to have. He was already distracted enough with random floating thoughts of his sister. He need no more distractions,
He paused, realizing he had been wandering without purpose and was lost. Well not exactly lost as he knew he was on Dancing Star’s territory he could inhale the strong aroma of their scent marks. His eyes scanned about recognizing a place, he recalled Akiko stating as Meadowland. The title made little sense to him but perhaps it was because the snow softly hid what he suspected to be chartreuse grass. His ebony paws were sprinkled with white flakes of snow and the pads were becoming slightly numb something he was used to. It made his mind drift back to when he use to hunt alone in the snow, how cruel that had been for him. No matter his speed, strength or size the fluff of his atramentous fur would give him away. Frost of ice to the charcoal of his warmth, he cherished the winter for its challenge as it cherished him for his continuous fight despite the harshness it enforces on him. He knew fairly well that without winter he wouldn’t be the wolf he was now. He didn’t need a mate or anyone when he had the ice and chill from his beloved climate. The alabaster artic was his challenger and lover, while Vladimir from the depths of night was her tamer and her desired one. He felt the attraction and hatred between them and it gave him mixed feelings that could not possibly be described. Even though his love for the harshness of the cold still stood he recalled the memory of the gluttony that had bit into his bones one season of winter, which was also the season he had just separated from his sister. The breath of the frost had nipped at him viciously taunting him for his loss and foolishness. He had in that winter questioned himself and had never found the answers to those questions. Did Aree matter to me that much? He didn’t understand why what he did; always going through desperate measures to save the creature of his blood that absolutely despised him at times. Was it because she was the only family left? Perhaps he had some other connection to her that he couldn’t detect. Maybe it was because she created a purpose for him. Purpose, he didn’t have that. He longed for one but never could find one; he wasn't brave enough to take to one. He was more of a lost soul than anyone could realize. That was the beauty of it all, the perfect framework with cracks in hideous beauty of the artwork.
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"Prime example of ignorance would be you, learn some knowledge before you let words roll off your tongue."
Age: Four Years
Gender: Brute
Personality:
I will find a center in you,
I will chew it up and leave.
Vladimir is a calm and polite wolf – if you happen to be a female --, on the outside. He holds himself proudly, ambitious and knowledge thirsty, there is little he will not do. He is confident in his skills and will not hesitate to put someone in their place, even if he is lower than them and they are speaking out of line. If he needs to prove himself, he will. If he needs to surprise, he will. If he wants to attack, he will. A master at persuasion, he uses his pretty face if he needs to, and can act extraordinarily out of character to get who he wants to do what he needs. What is in character?
Vladimir is dark humored, with a tongue that can turn to hot steel in less than a second. He has little care for others needs unless it can help his, and does not feel guilty. He believes respect must be earned as anything else. Pride and confidence often fuel his paw steps, with an implanted hatred towards Beta wolves, unless he is such. He does not trust. The last person he trusted, the very last person after his brother, killed his brother. He is the descendent of mother Earth, and this is a major part of his being. It is why he lived the way he did and it is who he is now. Mother Earth, he believes, is the only thing in the universe that one can trust, because she has no bias. She does not choose out of preference. If she would, then Morpheus and Cane would still be together, and that awful pack would die a painful, fiery death. He believes in Father Morpheus and Mother Earth, as they are the only deities he's ever known, and he would not take any others.
You do not cross Vladimir and live. If you do live, crossing paths with him is a mistake you will never make again. He does not play when he speaks of killing, sacrifice, and the earth. Herbs are something he knows well, poison and healing alike. He is tricky to get around when he is against you, and you can often not tell until you choke on that strange syrup that tasted like honey that he is not playing. Vladimir is a high believer of one life for another, and will kill to move forward in his journey to the top.
Vladimir often thinks about family, his greatest wish is to keep the Obleign genes going, mother earth's children needed to keep the peace, and then come to her in the afterlife. When thinking of mates, Vladimir only wants a she-wolf who can take care of herself and pups, as well as would take in his beliefs as her own. His pups would take in the tales of mother Earth, and they would receive the highest education Vladimir could give them, even if he had to do it himself. When thoughts of his brother come to mind or are mention, he recites the tale coolly, whether in his mind or aloud. When seeing siblings, he will grow bitter, but if seeing siblings fight, or one lose another, he will speak up with the most emotion he ever would. To lose your brother or sister is heart wrenching. It changes one's self, as Vladimir knows from experience.
Appearance:
The Looks of Vladimir
Liar, Lawyer, Mirror show me
What's the difference?
Vladimir has a white pelt with variation of white shades. Behind his shoulders, all the way to the very tip of his tail is a creamy white a few stray, lighter hairs every now and again. From his shoulders forward is darker shade of white, with an black patch on his chest, and white muzzle, chin, and cheeks, topped by almost black on the top of his muzzle and dark black brow. Atop his head rest two sharp, black ears, and a slightly lighter patch of fur lays between them. His legs are a fading white again, then his toes are black, with long, well cared for claws. His belly is white. Vladimir keeps his pelt well groomed, giving a sleek shine and a satin feel, as well as showing off his build.
The shadow's eyes are a bright shade of amber, tipping to an almost golden color, but sticking stubbornly to the shade of honey-like amber glow. Vladimir has a naturally angular face, one that gives him a long snout and a sharp nose. He has a very sly grin, whether trying to look sly or not. He has the amazing ability to look completely confused or innocent, with words that can help to prove his point. At the same time, the shadow can turn intimidating, with long incisors that he can use well, and finely groomed claws, sharpened and always ready. When he is ready to fight, his eyes give off a fierce shine, sometimes this alone can bring an opponent to back off. It wouldn't be the first time.
Vladimir has a large body standing at height of 47 1/2 inches, though not to a very restricting extent. He was raised to fight for himself, as well as hunt and heal. He is not thin as much as he is lean. His muscles are well built for fighting, but not showy and bulky. His front legs are somewhat narrow, fine for running, swatting, and holding opponents off, while his back legs are thick and strong, great for throwing opponents off, jumping and running at high speeds. A long tail gives him fine agility, and training gave him balance that just his tail couldn't give him. He is strong and fit, fast and beautiful, always looking calm, unless fighting.
History: I know the pieces fit,
Because I watched them fall apart.
It’s none of your business to tell the truth but I'll give you the brief. Vladimir’s history breaks off from where him and Aree separated by being rushed out of their own pack. He struggled to continue onward after they did. But during that time he found a pack named Red Wind there he met a female name Roslyn who double crossed him and set him up making it look like he wanted to over throw the Alpha when she did. He fled from the pack and disappeared, he now wanders without a purpose in these lands.
Family:
Aree - Sister
Mate: Not certain on that one
Pups: I’d would love to have a few eventually
Example Post: Vladimir wasn’t as pleased about joining the pack as he made it seemed. He claimed it fully as if he was thrilled to be a part of it. But he wasn’t, the wolf who had traveled for 2 years in solitude was uncomfortable you could say in this new atmosphere of caring nature. Of course he was one to appear as something rather than what he was, picking up the habit of his sister. He had mistakenly attached or allowed himself to look over the small enthusiastic pup named Akiko. Akiko was no bother to him but her brother and her mother made his nerves dance. His brother in the sense of a challenge and well his mother in the sense of something he couldn’t yet pick. It was either pure curiosity or his sexual desire. He didn’t like the second idea but there was no sense in denying what he knew was true. He was getting older and still hadn’t come across a love interest. He had little interest in love in the first place but now as an older brute, his mind longed for the sense of a family that he could say was his. He didn’t want a family he summoned from the ruins of depths nor someone he was forced into. He wanted something that flowed naturally and you could say this was his first time feeling this way. Part of him mocked him for thinking of such while the other suggested he pursue what he desired. He could pursue what he wanted but it’d have to be in many different wolves you could say. Although this wasn’t the time to be pursuing for a mate, especially in such a dark time he had stumbled upon. Distractions, that's exactly what his thoughts we’re trying to get him to have. He was already distracted enough with random floating thoughts of his sister. He need no more distractions,
He paused, realizing he had been wandering without purpose and was lost. Well not exactly lost as he knew he was on Dancing Star’s territory he could inhale the strong aroma of their scent marks. His eyes scanned about recognizing a place, he recalled Akiko stating as Meadowland. The title made little sense to him but perhaps it was because the snow softly hid what he suspected to be chartreuse grass. His ebony paws were sprinkled with white flakes of snow and the pads were becoming slightly numb something he was used to. It made his mind drift back to when he use to hunt alone in the snow, how cruel that had been for him. No matter his speed, strength or size the fluff of his atramentous fur would give him away. Frost of ice to the charcoal of his warmth, he cherished the winter for its challenge as it cherished him for his continuous fight despite the harshness it enforces on him. He knew fairly well that without winter he wouldn’t be the wolf he was now. He didn’t need a mate or anyone when he had the ice and chill from his beloved climate. The alabaster artic was his challenger and lover, while Vladimir from the depths of night was her tamer and her desired one. He felt the attraction and hatred between them and it gave him mixed feelings that could not possibly be described. Even though his love for the harshness of the cold still stood he recalled the memory of the gluttony that had bit into his bones one season of winter, which was also the season he had just separated from his sister. The breath of the frost had nipped at him viciously taunting him for his loss and foolishness. He had in that winter questioned himself and had never found the answers to those questions. Did Aree matter to me that much? He didn’t understand why what he did; always going through desperate measures to save the creature of his blood that absolutely despised him at times. Was it because she was the only family left? Perhaps he had some other connection to her that he couldn’t detect. Maybe it was because she created a purpose for him. Purpose, he didn’t have that. He longed for one but never could find one; he wasn't brave enough to take to one. He was more of a lost soul than anyone could realize. That was the beauty of it all, the perfect framework with cracks in hideous beauty of the artwork.
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