Onyx's Bio

by Onyx Sat Mar 26, 2016 12:54 pm

OOC

name: Zen
how you found us: Owner
first or second character: First

IC

name: Onyx
rank requested: Alpha
pack: Night Pack

age: 3 years
species: Grey Wolf
height: 35 in.
weight: 80 Ibs
scent: blood most of the time or her pack lands
eye color: dark grey
fur color: Black

appearance: She is an all black wolf, but does have some lighter spots dotting her appearance. Her tail reaches her hock. She has a double coat that does not shed as much in the summer so she likes to remain in darker and cooler places. She has a muscular build and very little fat, and a lot of scars that she has accumulated all hidden beneath her thick coat. Her face though is strangely free of wounds and scars. She has a slightly longer body than that is normally proportional. She has large paws, and stained teeth.
history: She was born to a pair of rouges, her three siblings either died at a very young age from starvation or cold or were stillborn. She was the only surviving pup, and her parents pushed and moved her early. She didn't hate her parents for pushing her and training her hard. Her training was severe and she forced herself to improve, even though she wasn't naturally all that twisted she was born without siblings and was always power hungry. While they loved her their way of doing so was tough and forced her to survive.
She learned to fight very early on, and without a pack structure, socialization, or much family support outside of fighting and hunting instruction which was distant that was her main form of interaction. Her parents forced her to train, and necessity forced her to learn quickly, efficiently, and well. She developed the part of her personality that lacked emotion. She was more than simply a killer, she was smart about it and knew how to get away with it.
She left her parents fairly early in life at around one year and came upon her Final forest. She decided to settle in the territory driving out, with four others, the two small packs that were there. While she lost the support to hunt members down she still has a deep craving for power and a pack to domain over. She left one alive, and she was waiting for the time when she could crush him fully and completely - leading the pair of packs.
She seems him as a weakling more than anything and not a real rival but that doesn't change the fact that she wants to destroy him, and what she perceives as that weakness.
personality: She be crazy - that is the only way to describe this femme, unsocialized and insane. She has an insatiable desire for not just power but domination, domination over others and even nature itself. She wants control, and not benevolent. She relishes the kill, but also sees the need to have working minions.
Clever, for all her madness she is smart and knows how to use her brain to get what she wants, being always angry has allowed her to work past her rage. She has many emotions bubbling up but she is able to mask them behind constant rage and disdain. She isn't simply a brute who likes the kill, she wants to make it painful for the wolf she wants to make it meaningful.
She is lastly sarcastic, and sometimes this comes out flirtatiously. Even when impressive she may make it sound like an insult.

example post:
The femme grinned, blood leading down from her jaws and staining her already yellow teeth. She observed the two carcasses with a vague sense of pride, but more so than that satisfaction - they deserved to die. Stalking carefully over to the last wolf laying with two of his legs broken she purposefully stepped on the tail of the dead wolf. It felt almost the same, the body wasn't even cold yet, and her smile only widened as she approached. This - this she would have fun with, let the other runt run away and remember this day let the guilt eat away at him as she knew it would to a wolf like that. She could almost smell the fear of the wolf as she approached and it only made her heart beat slightly faster, her maw was open, fighting the four had taken its toll on her no matter how fit she was. Her eyes dimmed and she lowered her head as her tail raised above her hindquarters. What a waste she thought with disgust as she saw the blood seeping down into the ground, the wolf was barely fighting anymore. She could still hear only a faint snarl though At least he's stubborn, not like he knows anything that's good for him she sighed. I'm not even going to bother drawing this out scowling regretfully at the soon to be dead she made a single swift motion and ended the wolf he's the lucky one.
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