Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2012 13:17:38 GMT -5
CHAOS
NAME. Chaos
NICKNAME(S). Freak, Psycho … Not nice names but they only make me smile and laugh
AGE. 3 years
SPECIES. Wolf
BREED. Interior Alaskan Wolf
GENDER. Brute
HEIGHT. 38 inches
WEIGHT. 129 lbs
COAT. His coat is black a coal with a silver almost ivory blaze on his chest.
EYE COLOUR. Green
NOTABLE MARKINGS. Chaos has four long scars that begin at the base of his mane that drag down the left side of his ribs and curve over to end at his left hip..
PHYSICAL. Chaos is a very handsome devil, with a coat as dark and deep as coal. Thick maned, his crest rises on the top of his head slightly, giving him almost a spiked layer of fur on the top of his skull. Silver hues paint across his chest as well as a light dusting of silver on the edges of the tail on its underside. Strikingly, his orbs are a rare soft green that draw in everyone he confronts or speaks to. Against his ebony pelt they radiate his emotions and seem to light up his sleek face. Cascading from his strong neck along his thin muscular build are brutal scars from a clash with death. They begin as his left shoulder, dragging down his left side to end at the top of his left hip bone. His sleek pelt has yet to grow about it as it really wasn’t that long ago when he received them, and it probably always will be a stand out trade mark when anyone recalls him. Moving on passed his rugged sides, to his long slender legs. Muscular from endless reckless adventures they are littered with small scars and missing stitches of fur in some places. A scarred warrior for ultimate rushes and thrill, his scars are a part of him and make him who he is.
FEARS. I’m a king of chaos and disorder I don’t fear
but if you insist…
Ice – Many wolves have perished under the misleading glaze of frozen liquid. I won’t be one of the too trusting
Caring Emotions – Love is a tricky tactic, a crafty feeling. I would say receiving friendly caring emotions from others get me a bit awkward
Dreams – It’s so hard for me to wake up and more often than not they are nightmares I can’t escape. They are so vividly real… and strange are always trying to tell me something or… whatever
VICES. Very Untrusting – I’ve been crossed too many times and nearly been killed because I was too trusting
Wild – Simply being daring isn’t even scratching the surface darlin’
Stubborn – I know what I like, I don’t need anyone telling me what I enjoy or believe in
Aggression – We all have things that make us tick, I’ve lost control before… the stories aren’t pretty
STRENGTHS. Loyalty – If you’re good to me, expect it in return
Strength – I’m fairly decent in a fight, I can hold my own and protect those who ask of my assistance
Intelligence – Just because I’m a tad on the wild side doesn’t mean I can’t comprehend what’s right. How do you think I’ve had so much entertainment without anything more than a few scars?
Determination – I never quit, nothing goes unfinished once it’s started
PET PEEVES. Disrespect – Rudeness to me or especially females won’t be
Tolerated
Control –I will listen to reason or comrades but if you try to change me you better watch your step
Ignorance – Don’t be stupid, I’m not saying I’m all knowing but come on
Prying – I have a bit of a history, you don’t need to know everything bud
Lies – Trust is everything..
LIKES. Challenges – Doubt my abilities, I dare you. I love a good challenge
Horses – Funny creatures, but they make good allies
Summer – More things to make a mess and create some fun
Insanity – That’s me to a tee, I love when people doubt my sanity..
Children – What can I say I have a soft spot for the little ones
PERSONALITY. A wild creature, often to be mistaken for Schizophrenic as more often than not many believe he isn’t quite right in the head with his crazy antics. Chaos does as he pleases and if he is doubted in any way he has to prove his accuser wrong. Crafted from the pure thrill of fun in itself and complete insanity, is Chaos. To get the ultimate rush and do so in a way that entertains himself is the goal. Chaos isn’t really known to be the caring type… as he hasn’t really had the experience of being around others. A reject from birth, he’s been alone for such a time and disliked for who he was that he doesn’t really know how to be very caring. Though in all he is a very intelligent brute, and knows enough to attempt and be peaceful with others if the opportunity ever arose.
Aggression isn’t really a big part of this crazy brute’s life. Though he has been in a fight a few times here and there and it never ended well… for the opponent. Someone has to really push him to lose control the way he has in the past. Completely blacking out in the fight, he doesn’t really remember any of the battles he has had… besides the after affect. Another aspect to his accused looseness in the head. Over all this darkness within him that arises at times, Chaos is a kind creature. He isn’t liked for being so different than the rest. A freak of nature that doesn’t really belong anywhere but he could care less. Being alone for the rest of his life he could handle but if someone were to actually take a liking to him, he might not be the same. After all he has been alone since his dismissal from his pack as a yearling… what could possibly change things now…
MOTHER. Arie, Deceased
FATHER. Name, deceased/living. Tyrok , Deceased
SIBLINGS. List, deceased/living. Mina, Deceased,
HISTORY. A freak, psycho, and loose in the head to everyone he came across from his life as a pup to who he is now. Attempting the impossible and enjoying every moment of it was his playground, and something no one understood. Why did he have to be so odd? A disgrace to such a noble family… and the only heir to such a pack was not acceptable. Chaos was a wild child from the start, leaving home often and returning to pack life at the top of the ranks as the only son of the alphas Arie, and Tyrok. Such a graceful pair he had come from and their reputations were questions more and more as Chaos grew.
In reality, Chaos’ birth name was Lysun. A powerful name foretold to bring strength and fertility to the pack. The name just never stuck when his personality began to strike through. He was always refusing to respect orders and rules, coming home beyond his expected time or even coming home at all for days at a time, and never being entirely respected for who he was by all the other pack members. He is so chaotic and insane… was the stereotype and eventually the name Chaos was branded on the young pup.
The day came when Chaos was expected to take the throne as alpha when his father Tyrok passed away in the night from what no one really was certain of. A Divus that no one knew of besides Arie , Mina, and Chaos soon after his death, Arie blamed his disease for his death. With his blood running through her family, she only could wonder if their fate was in the balance of such wicked curse. When Chaos was to assume his dominant position a challenger brutally attacked the young adult Chaos. A huge male much more experienced than Chaos gripped his throat in his powerful jaws and shook the young male mercilessly. Throwing him to the ground Chaos could only scream in pain as the adult unleashed all his strength, and every ounce of his body weight over him. Mina rushed in to attempt the rescue of her only brother, only sibling but was restrained by other clan members. With a final slash of his claws, the challenger dragged them down Chaos’ left side. Exposing his ribs and crimson blood to the air, Chaos black out in the pain of such a cruel beating. Freak! That is a reminder that you will never be one of us… You will never belong anywhere as long as you are who you are.. These were the last words screamed to him as the pack left him to die. Under the new role of the tyrant male, Arie was forced to save herself and Mina and leave her son to die. To leave him to a fate certain of death, just to save herself.. After all he had to be cursed by the way he behaved and being his father’s son. This was the only way in her eyes…
Convulsing and choking up blood as he awoke the next morning to the sound of his rapid heartbeat. He was in the close stages of death as he howled spine chilling screams of pain in the winter air. In the groggy hazes of his delirium Chaos was dragged in the darkness of unconsciousness and in his mind he was dead. Darkness in this state had to be death… right? Several days passed and in time he awoke in a shaman’s lair of some sort. The unknown healer was nowhere to be found and in time Chaos left on his own at a slow stagger. His wounds had closed but remained very deep to the elements and in his best judgment he decided to sleep in an abandoned den for many days. His mental state was far from what it was on the lack of food he was in, but he managed. In time he regained strength and made a motto for himself. To be so close to death and to come back from the edge of the end, there had to be a reason. Second chances aren’t just handed out and in that I will do everything in my power to be who I and love every moment of it. To live or die for the ones who come to love me… if there ever is someone twisted enough to love the definition of Chaos itself.
NAME. Call me Britt, or Chaos
AGE. 17 years
EXPERIENCE. Several years, not sure exactly
OTHER CHARACTERS. (n/a
HOW’D YOU FIND US. From another site, Insanity
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