Post by thanatos on Jun 3, 2012 7:31:49 GMT -5
THANATOS
NAME. Thanatos
NICKNAME(S). Than-than. (... If you dare.)
AGE. A year and so.
SPECIES. Wolf.
BREED. Arctic.
GENDER. Male.
HEIGHT. 25"
WEIGHT. 58 lb
COAT. White.
EYE COLOUR. Blue.
NOTABLE MARKINGS. None.
PHYSICAL.
Looks matter very little to Thanatos, though rather ironically, he is blessed with budding features that would normally be characterised as attractive. Being an arctic wolf, his white fur is long and plush, though usually ruffled and tousled due to his general indifference to what he looks like. In fact, he thinks such lush fur is bothersome, often causing him to overheat during summers or hot days--it is only particularly useful in winter, serving as a comfortably warm and permanent duvet while making him able to camouflage neatly into the snow for hunting purposes. Other than that, he'd rather snip it all off if given the chance.
Being a youth, his body has yet to full out, leaving him looking slightly gangly in the limbs. Thanatos is lean, scrawny, some would even say, if it weren't for his fur hiding the fact. A solo wolf would definitely have trouble on his own finding food after all. Being of slightly smaller stature than average, Thanatos' legs are shorter by a fraction, not that it hinders him largely from mobility. His pawpads are a dull black-ish shade, much like his nose.
But the feature most are drawn to the most are his blue eyes--they look positively large, often half-lidded like Thanatos is in deep thought, complementing his young, pup-like facial contours. This wolf often holds himself high up in an almost regal fashion, formal and tight. Thanatos isn't a very expressive wolf; you'll often find him with a serious, stoic expression, and a smile is so rare, you might as well wait for a male duck to lay eggs--but when he is happy, and you're lucky enough to catch him in such a state, you'll be amazed at how angelic he looks.
FEARS. The disease, Being useless, Losing the people he cares for (which is why he tries not to care).
VICES.
Lack of social skills; Is hopeless at interacting without seeming too formal/awkward/creepy.
Bitter and too serious; Stemming from his deep seated grudge and goals that are rather inappropriate for such a young wolf.
Warped ideals and morals; will be explained further below.
STRENGTHS.
Determined; When he sets his head on a task, he will do everything in his power to achieve it in the quickest and most efficient way possible.
Intelligent, quick-witted; For someone his age, and is eager to learn as well.
Agile; Rather quick on his paws. With proper training, could pose to be quite an opponent.
Polite; Is remarkably polite and formal.
PET PEEVES.
ASSYMMETRY; No one knows why he has such a fixation on symmetry, but he always gets fidgety at things that are... less than balanced.
Noise; Too much bothers him--it disrupts his thinking.
Body contact; He hates touching. Hates. It. This is not a petting zoo.
Anything lesser than the best; He always gives his all in everything, so why won't other people?
Fleas; Who doesn't hate parasites? Ticks too.
LIKES.
Serenity; No comment needed.
Sleep; Dreaming, to be more specific. The only place where you have total control over everything.
Pigeon meat; So succulent.
Praise; But by goodness, he will never admit it.
The complete and utter annihilation of the disease and all its carriers. Yes.
PERSONALITY.
Somewhat of a child prodigy, Thanatos has always been the silent thinker, plotting, scheming his way through playtime with his siblings in the past, often using wits instead of brawn to conquer the 'battlefield'. Thanatos is expressionless, proud and snarky, finding sarcasm as a reliable coping-mechanism for the morons he tends to come across. Thanatos prefers to spend time with himself, finding smallchat and interaction with other creatures to be a little intimidating--he's shy, you see, but some other animals tend to see that as being stuck up and arrogant (which he can be at times), thus avoiding him--he's fine either way. This is a secret, but he's really quite lonely inside.
Thanatos is always wary of strangers, due to his aversion to the disease and any carrier--after all, you couldn't really tell who had the disease and who didn't, save for the mark of their mutations stamped somewhere on their bodies. He absolutely abhors disease-carriers, believing them to be selfish creatures who'd dare put everyone around them at risk. Thanatos also despises adults who act like children--they were practically living in a dystopian age and they had the gall to be all happy and dandy when a freaking disease is on the loose? Ridiculous.
Thanatos is extremely fixated on cleansing Toren, the only known safe place for all animals. Sure, the infection is spreading at a slow rate, but it will inevitably infect everyone sooner or later, and since the adults aren't doing anything to prevent the disease from spreading, he's taking it in his own paws. Slowly, but surely, he's putting his plan in action--no point in blindly rushing in, that's something Thanatos knew well not to do.
A child with none of the innocence, bubbliness or joy associated with the age-group--that is Thanatos. He acts and behaves much like an adult, too much, some might say. Once in a rainbow moon (just to show how rare it it), he will let slip that he is still a cub inside, worried, wanting to be loved again, but he'd sooner die than let that be seen. Observant animals may catch the faint traces of the pup within, though. Aware of the ills of the world at too young of an age, Thanatos is a young wolf with a dream--a dream of a place without the wretched disease preying on each and every animal around him, disrupting life, disrupting the balance and symmetry of the ecosystem.
MOTHER. Nyx, Deceased.
FATHER. Damian, Deceased.
SIBLINGS. Persephone, Deceased. Hypnos, Deceased.
HISTORY.
I am Thanatos, named after the personification of death.
Thanatos was the last born, the runt of a litter of three. His sister, Persephone, was beautiful, eye-candy, daddy's little princess. Hypnos, his brother, was fit, strong, with the clear makings of an alpha, daddy's little man. Thanatos was just... Thanatos. Last to learn to walk, last to learn to talk, last in wrestling matches... Never quite noticed by daddy. Nyx, his mother, however, made up for all the moments his dad ignored his quiet suggestions, loving him when no one else did, paying him attention when everyone else did not. Nyx was a herbist, knowing quite a lot about plants for healing, so she tried teaching Thanatos a bit, what was poisonous, what was not. Thanatos was grateful for that, really, but he what he really wanted was for his father to notice him, for once, just once.
But how could he? He wasn't strong, like Hypnos. He was hardly beautiful, or a female. He had to do something spectacular.
So one day, to try and gain that attention, he saved a sickly wolf, bringing him to the den. It was clear he had the disease, and that he needed the special flower immediately. Luckily, a cluster grew not far from the family den, and the stranger was saved. Thanatos nearly burst with pride and joy when his father commended him for his act of kindness. They offered the stranger to stay with them until he found it in his strength to live alone again, besides, Damian and Nyx could use a babysitter for the pups when they went out hunting.
Thanatos spent much time with the stranger, learning about the sickness, finding it intruiging and slightly disturbing.
One night, he saw the scraggly wolf lurking outside while Persephone and Hypnos were asleep, and his parents out on another hunt. Curious, he followed the male through the secluded forest. The stranger stopped in a field, chatting silently with two other males, both big and strong looking... With strange marks on their shoulders, like the stranger had. Mutation marks. Thanatos crept in further for a better listen.
"...Yes, they have a whole bunch of the flowers just growing back there!..."
"... Take over them..."
"... Kill everyone in sight..."
The ungrateful little prick! Thanatos, barely grazing seven months back then, raced back home. He tried to wake up his siblings but they just rolled over and told him to stop dreaming--there's no way such a sickly wolf could be so dangerous! Soon, his parents came back, exhausted from an unsuccessful hunt. At the precise same moment, the mutated wolves attacked. It was a blur of teeth, claws and blood, Nyx managed to toss Thanatos into a pile of shrubs where he just froze, watching as the massacre unfolded before him, his family dead in mere minutes, no match for three grown males in a rampage. One of them even... sparked a fire. From nothing.
A mutation.
Thanatos didn't sleep. He didn't eat. He didn't do anything. He just... plotted. The big guys forgot him, thankfully. But they deserved punishment. They didn't deserve to live while good wolves like his parents had to die.
Two days later, the new occupants of the den came back from a hunt, and found all the flowers uprooted and gone. Every. Single. Root. Frustrated, they decided to dig in their small gazelle before trying to catch the culprit. It tasted different. A bit... Bitter than normal gazelle.
A few hours later, they dropped dead.
Thanatos had smeared on crushed Wolfsbane leaves on the gazelle while they were preoccupied with worrying about the flowers.
At first, Thanatos was guilty. He killed a soul. He killed three souls, in fact... He was a murderer.
Wait. No. He wasn't. He was just... cleansing Toren off the dangerous disease. It was better this way. The world was better without these infected animals. How dare they be selfish and live knowing they'll spread the disease, killing so many others? How can they be so heartless? Moreover, why isn't anyone doing anything about it? Why? Does everyone want to live in a world knowing they're under the constant threat of bleeding to death from a weird ass disease?
Thanatos certainly doesn't. And if no one will do anything about this problem...
He will.
I am Thanatos. I am death.
NAME. Shahee
AGE. Teen.
EXPERIENCE. A couple of years here and there.
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