Post by Solemn Dusk on Jan 23, 2011 21:55:37 GMT -5
! (Daisuke Redpaw ) ~
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[/center]that's a recipe to put a vagabond on his knees ~
[Name;] Daisuke Redpaw
[Gender;] Male
[Species;] ¾ Arctic Wolf (Canis lupus arctos) and ¼ Red Wolf (Canis lupus rufus)
[Age;] 2 years
[Pelt Colors;] The shorter fur that covers his legs and the underside of his belly is almost perfectly white, the longer fur that covers his torso is a light grey, and the stripe of fur along his back is black. His face is masked with both dark and light grey.
[Eye Color;] His irises are a pale blue that in the right lighting appear perfectly white, this, coupled with the fact that his pupils contract to mere dots when he’s in the sun often make other wolves assume that he is blind.
[Abnormalities;] Though his body appears sturdy his bones are actually hollow and light. Also he has a pair of white wings that stretch far above him, soft feathers caressing the air like a coy lover as powerful muscles strive to launch him up towards the sky.
[Strange Markings;] His front left paw looks as if it has been dipped in fresh blood, a bright red that remains vibrant even when it is covered with dust or mud or some other substance.
I saw a side of him he never showed ~
[Personality;]
Daisuke is a compulsive liar, though he would never refer to himself as such; he prefers to think that his fabrications enhance the truth and make it all the more compelling. He gets a perverse sort of pleasure out of unleashing his cutting tongue on unsuspecting wolves, making sure to do it from a discreet distance as his hollow bones are not meant for anything as crude as fighting. At times it seems as if anger and hatred are the only things that fill his soul, mostly because he’s afraid that if he searches deeper into his psyche he’ll find something that he isn’t mentally prepared for. He flies through life pretending that everything is beneath him, feeling no pity or mercy for others since he was shown none when he was growing up. His cruel wit keeps other wolves from desiring his company and the usually doesn’t bother him except on rare occasions he finds himself wishing for a friend who understands his humor. But if he ever found a friend he’d probably sabotage that relationship as soon as he realized he actually cared for the wolf that had managed to befriend him. He has never fit into pack life, even though he often sticks around pack territory so he can scavenge from their kills. Daisuke has no time for dreams or hopes, he learned long ago that the world is never as pleasant as it seems. Also, he prides himself on being able to bring out the darker nature of everyone he meets, as he knows that even the kindest wolf has something cruel and malicious lurking inside of them. He is a bringer of chaos and hatred, he believes that seeing the world around him bleed and burn is the only way he can heal the injuries that fester within his soul.
[Likes;]
Baiting others; he enjoys seeing how long it takes for them to get fed up and attack him.
Flying; it is the only time that he is free from his darker emotions.
Storms; the inherent danger of flying through a thunder storm, with lightning crashing overhead and wind tearing at his body makes him feel truly alive and completely untouchable.
Wolf watching; he likes to follow others around unnoticed, learning all their secrets and figuring out exactly how he’s going to torment them.
[Dislikes;]
Clear days; it’s hard to hide in the sky when there are no clouds
Emotions; he goes to great lengths not to feel anything and yet somehow his emotions always find a way to prick and sting him when he least expects it.
The fact that he’s a really crappy hunter; it’s demeaning always having to scavenge for food.
Weak emotional wolves; he finds it intolerable when other wolves expect compassion.
[Strengths;]
Detached from his emotions, makes him able to withstand things mentally if not physically.
He sees through lies, mostly because he weaves fabrications himself and knows all the cues.
His ability to fly allows him to cover long distances quickly and helps him avoid physical fighting.
[Weaknesses;]
He lies a lot, even to himself.
Hunting and fighting; his hollow bones aren’t made for that sort of thing so he usually has to scavenge for food and avoid fighting at all costs.
He’s not in touch with his emotions so he has trouble relating to others and having actual conversations.
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i'll pretend i'm burning bright ~
[Mother;] Clematis, the pride of the winter snow.
[Father;] Leroux, the blood red arctic wolf.
[Mate;] n/a
[Children;] n/a
[Pack;] n/a, might join later though.
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