Post by Ritz on Aug 7, 2007 8:41:50 GMT -5
Name:
Bleach
Age:
4 years
Gender:
Male
Breed:
Irish Wolfhound/Gray wolf Mix
Pack:
Mankahh?
Rank:
----
Description:
Bleaches fur has the same wiry texture as most Wolfhounds, and doesn't appear to have any wolf blood upon first examination. Or any further examination for that matter.
His long, wiry fur is a milky white color, almost cream along his underbelly and paws. His ears and muzzle are a grayish color that stand out from the rest of his coat. The fur on his tail is slightly longer then the rest of his body and has quite a few mats along it's length.
Bleach is the kind of animal that wears his black little heart on his sleeve (so to speak). Anyone can tell at first glance how he views himself simply by the way he carries himself; head held high, with his tail held proud. When your around him though, best to pay attention to the sudden mood swings. When Bleach shows his pearly whites, they don't stay too white for too long.
Personality:
Usually, when you think stubborn or short-tempered, you think of something that needs a good beating to be put in it's place. Try something like that on the hard-headed Bleach, and you'll experience said short temper in a very bloody manner. Bleach is the kind of wolf dog that gets his way, or gets upset. When Bleach gets upset, he lets everyone know it, usually by sudden outbursts at anything that crosses his path.
Bleaches views on himself are rather obvious: I am the best, everyone else is common trash. His deep love of the spilling of blood has helped birth his frame of mind, and Bleach has no problems with disposing of anyone who annoys him like any other "common trash".
What drives Bleach is less Bloodthirst, and more Bloodlust. The white wolf dog loves the site of spilled blood, whether or not its innocent blood or not is no concern of his. Bleach has no sense of right and wrong, that sense was destroyed along with his innocence. All he has to substitute it is a sense of what feels bad, what feels good, and what feels better. Eating and Hunting, these feel good. Killing and knowing that he's in charge, these feel great.
Do you hate him and wish he were dead? He doesn't care. Do you look up to him and adore his shining example? He still doesn't care, although you may end up on the better side of the very thin line separating his enemies from his allies. Would you even want on the moderately good side of a bloodthirsty killer?
History:
[Slightly graphic]
Coal and Silvey weren't the strongest mates there ever were. Coal, the lecherous black wolf that he was, always had eyes for any attractive female who happened to cross his path. Silvey knew this side of him, but pretended not to see it. The silver wolfhound was pregnant soon after accepted Coal as her mate.
Coal wasn't as pleased as Silvey had hoped he'd be when she told him her good news, and left her shortly after. Silvey sank into a deep depression. It seemed that nothing could pull her out, but something was bound to raise her spirits eventually. That something came in the form of the arrival of her five beautiful pups.
The oldest was a black male who looked exactly like his father. He had beautiful green eyes and the build of a wolf puppy. Simply by looking at him, Silvey could tell he'd grow up to at least look like his father. She'd die before she let him behave like his daddy. Silvey settled on Thern for the name of her first born.
The second born was a white male with a dark face and ears. His long wiry fur made it clear that his appearance ran along his mothers line. When he opened his eyes, Silvey saw that they were a light shade of brown that was downright gorgeous. She called him Bleach, for his milky white fur.
Third of her pups was a very fluffy little silver pup with pretty blue eyes. Silvey couldn't help but smile at the adorable little puppy who looked so much like she did. Rosette seemed like a perfect name for the beautiful little puppy.
The fourth of five puppies was another male. He had the wiry fur of a wolfhound, with the brown and black colorings of a wolf. His legs and muzzle were a white color, while his back and tail were a mix of brown and blacks. She called him Dayze.
The youngest of her pups was the runt of the littler. Calling him Rez after her brother, who had also been the runt, Silvey took an immediate love to the tiny little pup. Rez was mostly brown, with a black patch over his right eye and lighter areas all over his fur. After his eyes finally opened, they were revealed to be the same honey brown as Bleaches eyes.
Extremely proud of her five pups, Silvey was pulled out of her depression and into a state of pure joy. She watched the pups grow in the weeks that followed, teaching them everything she knew. She was jolted one day when Rosette asked her about their father.
The pups were almost a year old at the time, and big enough to pass for adults. Silvey decided it was time to tell them about daddy dearest.
As she told them about Coal leaving her before they'd been born, none of the pups said a word. At first, it seemed none of them really cared about Coal. But come the next morning, Bleach was gone.
Bleach had grown to be a very big dog. Him and Thern were exactly the same size. In Bleaches opinion; he was big enough to make his dad pay for what he did to their mother.
He had been traveling for about a week, when he happened upon the Mankahh wolf pack. Sitting and watching quietly from a distance, he saw a wolf that matched his mothers description. He watched the black wolf for many nights, and eventually saw him sneak away from the pack with an unknown female wolf.
Rage against his father for betraying his mother drove Bleach to attack the black wolf. Before he knew what had happened, Coal and the female were dead, and Bleach had a taste of blood in his mouth.
Something snapped inside Bleach that night, the taste of his fathers blood in his mouth refused to be washed away. He raged to himself, saying over and over again that he was a murderer. No better then the wolf he had killed. But the more he thought of it, the more bitter pride welled in his heart.
The black wolf had gone down with a surprised look on his face, clearly not expecting an attack. Bleach had marveled how easy Coal's throat had been torn in his mouth. How satisfying it had been to watch the wolf who caused his mother pain writhe on the ground and die.
And so, Bleach acquired a taste for blood.
It took him a while, but Bleach eventually caught up with his family. His mother had ran up to him and licked his muzzle, joyous that her son had returned. Bleach had almost told her that the wolf that had caused her so much pain was dead now, that her own son had killed him. But in the end, Bleach said nothing.
His sibling welcomed him back also. Thern was still as big as Bleach, but Dayze was getting to be almost as big as them now. Rez and Rosette still as small as ever.
When Bleach finally revealed why it was he had gone away, it was to Dayze. They were alone, gathering food for their mother and siblings, when Dayze asked. Bleach told him everything, not understanding the growing look of horror on his younger brothers face. Why wasn't Dayze as happy as he had been that their father was gone?
One word sealed Dayze fate then. He had barely formed the word "murderer" When Bleach realized that the wolfish dog was shaking in fear of his big brother. Rage. Rage was all that entered Bleaches mind. How could Dayze be scared of him for doing what was right? How could he call him a murderer for getting rid of a wolf that didn't even deserve to live?
The rage consumed Bleach, and he attacked the panicked Dayze before either of them knew what was happening. Bleach was aware of wrapping his teeth around Dayze's throat. Aware of the satisfying river of blood that flooded his mouth. And he was perversely joyed as he did so. As he stood and watched his brother writhing and staring up at him, Bleach only felt the joy of the kill. As Dayze's struggles became weaker and weaker as he bled to death, Bleach felt no remorse for killing his brother. Odd, he knew that he should have.
The truth wasn't as painful as it was before; He was a murderer. Bleach, the white wolf dog, was born to kill, and loved doing so. His tounge ran over his bloodied jaws, reveling in the coppery taste. And he realized then that he wanted to do it again. Not to any mere prey animal, he wanted something smart enough to defend itself.
For the second time, Bleach disappeared. He knew that his family would be able to smell him on Dayze's corpse, and he knew he couldn't take Thern, Rosette, Rez and Silvey all at once.
He watched them from a distance, just as he had with his father. He noticed how jumpy they seemed to be, they never traveled alone anymore. Bleach followed them as the continued to move from place to place. It gave him a strange satisfaction to know that they were scared of him.
It was almost four weeks later that he finally got his chance. He would have hoped it was Thern who finally ventured out alone. The bigger the quarry, the bigger chance to test himself. But his chance was too sweet to miss.
Rose and Silvey had gone out together to hunt, as they usually did. But a sudden flash of bracken colored fur had Rosette streaking off in a different direction. Silvey called after her, fearful, no doubt, of Bleach being near. Silvey tried to chase after her, but the two became more lost as Rosette chased the rabbit, and Silvey made a wrong turn.
It was Rosette Bleach decided to go after. When Rosette pounced on her quarry and delivered the killing bite to the rabbits spine, Bleach made his move. He had Rosette on her back before she could pick up her food and carry it back to where she thought her mother was waiting. Rosette was terrified at the sight of her brother standing over her and pinning her onto her back. She tried to squirm and get away to no avail.
She saw the madness in Bleaches gaze, the madness that is still there to this very day. Bleach reveled in her terror, holding her down and watching in pure, perverse joy as her fear grew and grew. That he could cause such fear made him happier then he'd been in ages. When Rosette tried to howl out for help, Bleaches muzzle shot out and snapped around her throat. She stopped her noise, despite there being not a lot of pressure on Bleaches jaws.
The white wolf dog wasn't too pleased that she hadn't done much to fight back, and decided playtime was over. His jaws slowly clamped around her neck, and he felt the warm blood fill his mouth. Once again, he stepped back to watch her slowly bleed to death. His little party was cut short however, by an attack from behind.
Silvey, pure rage at her son for everything he'd done, tried her hardest to make him pay. The size difference was too great, however, and Bleach managed to overpower his mother and lock her throat in his jaws. With no time to watch her slowly bleed to death, he settled for completely removing her windpipe.
When Bleach decided to pay a visit to his other brothers, he was surprised to find that they had gone. No matter where he went, the two of them seemed to have disappeared. Too bad, Bleach thought he might have paid them back for their mother getting him all bloody.
Deciding it was time for him to settle down, the big wolf dog turned to his fathers old pack for a place to go. The Mankahh pack would become his home, and his brothers wouldn't live if he ever saw them again.
Other:
Nuthin really
Code Word:
touskey
Rp Example:
From another site
A wiry-haired white wolf dog snapped the bone from the deer he had stumbled across between his powerful jowls. Bit of the marrow fell from the splintered edges of the off-white object which Bleach greedily licked up. His grayish muzzle was flecked in blood as was most of his front, as Bleach was a very messy eater. He inhaled deeply through his nose, reveling in the scent of the deers blood. Sure, he hadn't killed the beast himself, but why waste a meal when your never knew when you next one would be?
He licked his chops again and scented the air once more. In addition to the deers corpse, he scented wolf and some other form of prey. His ears pricked as he sniffed again. By his own declaration, these lands were his. Any wolf who came would have to answer to him and abide by his rules. Strange wolves hunting on his self proclaimed lands was against his rules. Or at least, it was from now on. Bleach figured it was time he started enforcing his new rule.
The white wolf dog stood and scented the air once more to pinpoint the newcomer. He filled his lungs and howled. His howl was filled with the authority he had given himself, as well as a challenge to the new wolf. His mind was made up before he finished his howl; the new wolf would join him or die. Bleach didn't consider what would happen to him, he never did. Mostly, this was because Bleach didn't believe anything could seriously hurt him. Wound him, yes, maybe. His mother had. Others had. Hey, some had even managed to limp away and survive. But to seriously hurt the monstrous wolf dog? Not likely.
[Yes, he's a big-of-himself brat. He won that fight, but he walked away with serious gashes on his stomach and shoulder]
Bleach
Age:
4 years
Gender:
Male
Breed:
Irish Wolfhound/Gray wolf Mix
Pack:
Mankahh?
Rank:
----
Description:
Bleaches fur has the same wiry texture as most Wolfhounds, and doesn't appear to have any wolf blood upon first examination. Or any further examination for that matter.
His long, wiry fur is a milky white color, almost cream along his underbelly and paws. His ears and muzzle are a grayish color that stand out from the rest of his coat. The fur on his tail is slightly longer then the rest of his body and has quite a few mats along it's length.
Bleach is the kind of animal that wears his black little heart on his sleeve (so to speak). Anyone can tell at first glance how he views himself simply by the way he carries himself; head held high, with his tail held proud. When your around him though, best to pay attention to the sudden mood swings. When Bleach shows his pearly whites, they don't stay too white for too long.
Personality:
Usually, when you think stubborn or short-tempered, you think of something that needs a good beating to be put in it's place. Try something like that on the hard-headed Bleach, and you'll experience said short temper in a very bloody manner. Bleach is the kind of wolf dog that gets his way, or gets upset. When Bleach gets upset, he lets everyone know it, usually by sudden outbursts at anything that crosses his path.
Bleaches views on himself are rather obvious: I am the best, everyone else is common trash. His deep love of the spilling of blood has helped birth his frame of mind, and Bleach has no problems with disposing of anyone who annoys him like any other "common trash".
What drives Bleach is less Bloodthirst, and more Bloodlust. The white wolf dog loves the site of spilled blood, whether or not its innocent blood or not is no concern of his. Bleach has no sense of right and wrong, that sense was destroyed along with his innocence. All he has to substitute it is a sense of what feels bad, what feels good, and what feels better. Eating and Hunting, these feel good. Killing and knowing that he's in charge, these feel great.
Do you hate him and wish he were dead? He doesn't care. Do you look up to him and adore his shining example? He still doesn't care, although you may end up on the better side of the very thin line separating his enemies from his allies. Would you even want on the moderately good side of a bloodthirsty killer?
History:
[Slightly graphic]
Coal and Silvey weren't the strongest mates there ever were. Coal, the lecherous black wolf that he was, always had eyes for any attractive female who happened to cross his path. Silvey knew this side of him, but pretended not to see it. The silver wolfhound was pregnant soon after accepted Coal as her mate.
Coal wasn't as pleased as Silvey had hoped he'd be when she told him her good news, and left her shortly after. Silvey sank into a deep depression. It seemed that nothing could pull her out, but something was bound to raise her spirits eventually. That something came in the form of the arrival of her five beautiful pups.
The oldest was a black male who looked exactly like his father. He had beautiful green eyes and the build of a wolf puppy. Simply by looking at him, Silvey could tell he'd grow up to at least look like his father. She'd die before she let him behave like his daddy. Silvey settled on Thern for the name of her first born.
The second born was a white male with a dark face and ears. His long wiry fur made it clear that his appearance ran along his mothers line. When he opened his eyes, Silvey saw that they were a light shade of brown that was downright gorgeous. She called him Bleach, for his milky white fur.
Third of her pups was a very fluffy little silver pup with pretty blue eyes. Silvey couldn't help but smile at the adorable little puppy who looked so much like she did. Rosette seemed like a perfect name for the beautiful little puppy.
The fourth of five puppies was another male. He had the wiry fur of a wolfhound, with the brown and black colorings of a wolf. His legs and muzzle were a white color, while his back and tail were a mix of brown and blacks. She called him Dayze.
The youngest of her pups was the runt of the littler. Calling him Rez after her brother, who had also been the runt, Silvey took an immediate love to the tiny little pup. Rez was mostly brown, with a black patch over his right eye and lighter areas all over his fur. After his eyes finally opened, they were revealed to be the same honey brown as Bleaches eyes.
Extremely proud of her five pups, Silvey was pulled out of her depression and into a state of pure joy. She watched the pups grow in the weeks that followed, teaching them everything she knew. She was jolted one day when Rosette asked her about their father.
The pups were almost a year old at the time, and big enough to pass for adults. Silvey decided it was time to tell them about daddy dearest.
As she told them about Coal leaving her before they'd been born, none of the pups said a word. At first, it seemed none of them really cared about Coal. But come the next morning, Bleach was gone.
Bleach had grown to be a very big dog. Him and Thern were exactly the same size. In Bleaches opinion; he was big enough to make his dad pay for what he did to their mother.
He had been traveling for about a week, when he happened upon the Mankahh wolf pack. Sitting and watching quietly from a distance, he saw a wolf that matched his mothers description. He watched the black wolf for many nights, and eventually saw him sneak away from the pack with an unknown female wolf.
Rage against his father for betraying his mother drove Bleach to attack the black wolf. Before he knew what had happened, Coal and the female were dead, and Bleach had a taste of blood in his mouth.
Something snapped inside Bleach that night, the taste of his fathers blood in his mouth refused to be washed away. He raged to himself, saying over and over again that he was a murderer. No better then the wolf he had killed. But the more he thought of it, the more bitter pride welled in his heart.
The black wolf had gone down with a surprised look on his face, clearly not expecting an attack. Bleach had marveled how easy Coal's throat had been torn in his mouth. How satisfying it had been to watch the wolf who caused his mother pain writhe on the ground and die.
And so, Bleach acquired a taste for blood.
It took him a while, but Bleach eventually caught up with his family. His mother had ran up to him and licked his muzzle, joyous that her son had returned. Bleach had almost told her that the wolf that had caused her so much pain was dead now, that her own son had killed him. But in the end, Bleach said nothing.
His sibling welcomed him back also. Thern was still as big as Bleach, but Dayze was getting to be almost as big as them now. Rez and Rosette still as small as ever.
When Bleach finally revealed why it was he had gone away, it was to Dayze. They were alone, gathering food for their mother and siblings, when Dayze asked. Bleach told him everything, not understanding the growing look of horror on his younger brothers face. Why wasn't Dayze as happy as he had been that their father was gone?
One word sealed Dayze fate then. He had barely formed the word "murderer" When Bleach realized that the wolfish dog was shaking in fear of his big brother. Rage. Rage was all that entered Bleaches mind. How could Dayze be scared of him for doing what was right? How could he call him a murderer for getting rid of a wolf that didn't even deserve to live?
The rage consumed Bleach, and he attacked the panicked Dayze before either of them knew what was happening. Bleach was aware of wrapping his teeth around Dayze's throat. Aware of the satisfying river of blood that flooded his mouth. And he was perversely joyed as he did so. As he stood and watched his brother writhing and staring up at him, Bleach only felt the joy of the kill. As Dayze's struggles became weaker and weaker as he bled to death, Bleach felt no remorse for killing his brother. Odd, he knew that he should have.
The truth wasn't as painful as it was before; He was a murderer. Bleach, the white wolf dog, was born to kill, and loved doing so. His tounge ran over his bloodied jaws, reveling in the coppery taste. And he realized then that he wanted to do it again. Not to any mere prey animal, he wanted something smart enough to defend itself.
For the second time, Bleach disappeared. He knew that his family would be able to smell him on Dayze's corpse, and he knew he couldn't take Thern, Rosette, Rez and Silvey all at once.
He watched them from a distance, just as he had with his father. He noticed how jumpy they seemed to be, they never traveled alone anymore. Bleach followed them as the continued to move from place to place. It gave him a strange satisfaction to know that they were scared of him.
It was almost four weeks later that he finally got his chance. He would have hoped it was Thern who finally ventured out alone. The bigger the quarry, the bigger chance to test himself. But his chance was too sweet to miss.
Rose and Silvey had gone out together to hunt, as they usually did. But a sudden flash of bracken colored fur had Rosette streaking off in a different direction. Silvey called after her, fearful, no doubt, of Bleach being near. Silvey tried to chase after her, but the two became more lost as Rosette chased the rabbit, and Silvey made a wrong turn.
It was Rosette Bleach decided to go after. When Rosette pounced on her quarry and delivered the killing bite to the rabbits spine, Bleach made his move. He had Rosette on her back before she could pick up her food and carry it back to where she thought her mother was waiting. Rosette was terrified at the sight of her brother standing over her and pinning her onto her back. She tried to squirm and get away to no avail.
She saw the madness in Bleaches gaze, the madness that is still there to this very day. Bleach reveled in her terror, holding her down and watching in pure, perverse joy as her fear grew and grew. That he could cause such fear made him happier then he'd been in ages. When Rosette tried to howl out for help, Bleaches muzzle shot out and snapped around her throat. She stopped her noise, despite there being not a lot of pressure on Bleaches jaws.
The white wolf dog wasn't too pleased that she hadn't done much to fight back, and decided playtime was over. His jaws slowly clamped around her neck, and he felt the warm blood fill his mouth. Once again, he stepped back to watch her slowly bleed to death. His little party was cut short however, by an attack from behind.
Silvey, pure rage at her son for everything he'd done, tried her hardest to make him pay. The size difference was too great, however, and Bleach managed to overpower his mother and lock her throat in his jaws. With no time to watch her slowly bleed to death, he settled for completely removing her windpipe.
When Bleach decided to pay a visit to his other brothers, he was surprised to find that they had gone. No matter where he went, the two of them seemed to have disappeared. Too bad, Bleach thought he might have paid them back for their mother getting him all bloody.
Deciding it was time for him to settle down, the big wolf dog turned to his fathers old pack for a place to go. The Mankahh pack would become his home, and his brothers wouldn't live if he ever saw them again.
Other:
Nuthin really
Code Word:
touskey
Rp Example:
From another site
A wiry-haired white wolf dog snapped the bone from the deer he had stumbled across between his powerful jowls. Bit of the marrow fell from the splintered edges of the off-white object which Bleach greedily licked up. His grayish muzzle was flecked in blood as was most of his front, as Bleach was a very messy eater. He inhaled deeply through his nose, reveling in the scent of the deers blood. Sure, he hadn't killed the beast himself, but why waste a meal when your never knew when you next one would be?
He licked his chops again and scented the air once more. In addition to the deers corpse, he scented wolf and some other form of prey. His ears pricked as he sniffed again. By his own declaration, these lands were his. Any wolf who came would have to answer to him and abide by his rules. Strange wolves hunting on his self proclaimed lands was against his rules. Or at least, it was from now on. Bleach figured it was time he started enforcing his new rule.
The white wolf dog stood and scented the air once more to pinpoint the newcomer. He filled his lungs and howled. His howl was filled with the authority he had given himself, as well as a challenge to the new wolf. His mind was made up before he finished his howl; the new wolf would join him or die. Bleach didn't consider what would happen to him, he never did. Mostly, this was because Bleach didn't believe anything could seriously hurt him. Wound him, yes, maybe. His mother had. Others had. Hey, some had even managed to limp away and survive. But to seriously hurt the monstrous wolf dog? Not likely.
[Yes, he's a big-of-himself brat. He won that fight, but he walked away with serious gashes on his stomach and shoulder]