Post by Sorek on May 17, 2011 1:15:01 GMT -5
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S O R E K
I wanna tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man?
They can't break me
As long as I know who I am
And I want a moment to be real
Wanna touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
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NAME; Sorek
pronunciation; Soar-ick
nickname; Sor.
meaning; N/A
origin; N/A
GENDER; Male
AGE; Two years.
BIRTH SEASON; Autumn
SPECIES; Timber Wolf
PACK PREFERENCE; Corsul
RANK; N/A
FUR COLOR; Blue, white, charcoal.
EYE COLOR; Yellow
BODY BUILD; Average
UNUSUAL MARKINGS; A cross down his neck, a few odd triangles on either side of his haunches and a triangle with a dot on either side of his shoulders. There's also two circles that encompass his lower and upper spine as well as a single line that traces down his sides in the middle of his spine.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION;
He's a bit of a scrawny fellow. He's got an average build. He's still a young wolf so he's not entirely rippling with muscle but he's got a bit of muscle here and there. He's stronger than he looks for sure. His fur is a bit longer than average, he's a bit fluffy and nonthreatening to put it lightly. His markings are certain eyesores especially when compared to his soft white underbelly. His top coat is a bizarre navy blue with charcoal markings mixed in. He has strong piercing yellow eyes that will bore into the most reserved soul. He holds himself with poise and grace, he doesn't have very many awkward trip ups despite his still young physique. He's in tip top shape and can run for miles, yet he's no coward, he will stand and fight. His claws are sharp and aim to pierce rather than disembowel. He's high energy and is always ready for traveling. Not quite ridiculous in his energy he knows when to turn it down and when to relax.
AFFILIATION; Lawful Good.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION; Heterosexual
LIKES!;
- Stories
- Adventures
- His brother
DISLIKES!;
- Injustice
- Cruelty
- Confusion
PERSONALITY!;
Dreamer, that's what Sorek is. A complete and utter dreamer. He lives in a fantasy world with his head always in the clouds. He's very laid back and extremely naive. His loss of his own brother wont even shake him from his world. Reality is not a concept in which he can understand, rather an abstract idea that e can see through his eyes but cannot accept as being true. He is also good and pure, not allowing evil or injustice to reign over him. He will always do the right thing even if it means hurting others. He doesn't wish to harm or kill others, yet if it is justified then it needs to be done. He sees his pack as the future of what will come, they will guard over the new pack that will form from the chaos created by Nahani, he doesn't know the male up north's name, he merely refers to him as the monster whenever he can. Sorek is a free spirit with nothing to cage him. He's very polite, kind and caring. He will put the needs of others in front of his own.
He's strong willed and never complains. Even in the brink of death, or facing betrayal he has never once groaned or cried about it. He faces danger and misery head on and not once does he seem to care if it hurts or if he's exhausted, he'll push through. Not many seem to know whether he's hurt or not, yet chances are if he's bleeding that's usually not a good sign. Sorek has a lot of will power, he's not easily manipulated except by those who have a higher intellect than him, which would probably be everyone considering he only lives within his fantasy world where everything is black and white and the conquering heroes will vanquish the evil. He's got a lot to learn certainly, he may not be the brightest bulb in the world but he's certainly got spirit. It carries him through his day without worry or struggle. He's not violent or ill tempered in the least bit, he will always try to see the good in others even when there is none. He still clings onto the hope that one day Tremor will return, yet he does not allow that hope to govern his life. He's far too free and in touch with his own world to allow the outside pain to affect him or his happiness.
HISTORY!;
`MOTHER: N/A
`FATHER: N/A
`SIBLINGS: Tremor
`MATE: N/A
`PUPS: N/A
It's been a while since I've looked into my past. I don't even remember who my parents were. I was separated from them when I was really young. I was born into The Corsul pack you see, raised communally with my brother Tremor. He and I were inseparable for a large portion of our pup hood. But Corsul was always so cautious, the members always turned to look over their shoulders and even at times grew hostile over the littlest of things. But life was still good. We always had a full stomach and a great sense of adventure. Tremor and I used to get into all sorts of mischief, but around our first year of life I wizened up a bit. I was always better at everything than Tremor, or at least that's what he said. I didn't believe so, I didn't think I was better than him, I wasn't a show off. I just wanted to prove that I could hold my own among the Corsul members at a young age.
We were raised on stories you see, they were fit to match our age group, but they were always about a monster terrorizing what used to be a large pack of wolves who lived together prosperously. They would tell of him terrorizing the pack, brainwashing those who would have been loyal to the alphas. But the stories always ended with a group of Avalon wolves vanquishing the evil and conquering the territory and righting the wrongs. It wasn't until I was older that I found out that the stories weren't simply stories after all. That they were reality, and that Avalon was the overall pack that we lived in, with Dynsay wolves keeping us safe day in and day out. Yet there was no wrongs being righted today, at least, not that I'd seen...ever. There was always such hostiles between the wolves and now I could understand why.
I found out, that our father had been slaughtered because he refused to back down from this monster who took control of our alpha's old pack. That our mother died of shock and heartbreak apparently. Tremor didn't seem phased by the news at all, he said it was bullshit. But what happened next truly shocked me. Tremor betrayed us, betrayed the entire pack. He ended up killing one of our nurse maids in the process of his rampage, said that we were weak, he spoke of joining the other pack where the monster lived, he said that was true power and potential. He very nearly killed me, tried to attack me and run me off a cliff but my short claws saved my life that day. I sunk them into a small crevice and pretended to fall to my death. Every day now, I search for him, hoping to bring my brother back. Yet I cannot venture too far, for there is a blood thirsty war everywhere. Yet I refuse to believe that Tremor would simply abandon me like that, abandon his only family for power. Perhaps I do not even know my brother at all...
THEME SONG(S)!;
- "I'm Still Here", BY Goo Goo Dolls.
- "Perfect", BY Hedley.
RP EXAMPLE;
He was quiet when she spoke of it being a pleasure to meet him. He could have just snorted, smirked and shook his head. Yet he remained quiet and unmoved. He merely perked his ears faintly, as it catching a loud noise that startled his hearing. It wasn't as reactive, yet it was an acknowledgment. A mere quirk of his ears as his eyes bore into hers. It was an entrancing stare it seemed. They were locking onto each other, not in a threatening manner in the least bit. There was no snarling or tail raising. It was more feeling each other out it seemed. Attempting to read one and other's thoughts so that they might grasp a better understanding of each other. At least that was how Amp saw it. She hadn't taken her eyes off of him since she purposely dragged him away from the naturally embedded lake. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He couldn't imagine he was very pleasant to look at.
Perhaps he was just a bit outlandish. His markings were something to take a second glance at. He was a freak perhaps, visually disturbing so much so that others could not stop staring.A monster is more like it. She can see right through your callused actions, for what you truly are... His unhealthy beast clawed at his thoughts. He glanced away briefly from their constant stare twitching his claws against the pavement briefly before returning back to the female now known to him as Sunev. He was holding himself back mentally. Trying to withhold his snarling foaming monster that itched to free itself. He didn't have much of a sane voice, there were no conversations with himself. It was merely the corruption, the sickness that rattled through his skin and mind like a snake, slithering through all of his cherished memories and thoughts and distorting them so that he'd not recognize them once more.
He was quite literally a shell of himself. He had no real thoughts amidst his brain, yet he rarely spoke outwardly. Perhaps his brain was so far gone it could only comprehend a purpose or goal to live for. That was what kept his dementia from being set free. His past and life for what he was. He merely continued to stare at this female. Her traits and markings were somewhat mystifying as well. Not quite as odd as his might have seemed, yet hers were very bizarre if that was the right word. She was interesting. Perhaps beautiful was too strong of a word, yet he found her to be...exotic? Certainly his thoughts were colliding and stumbling to find the proper word but there was just something about this female that was difficult to turn away from. Or perhaps it was the enchanting way her pale yellow eyes were locking with his bright orange ones. The slow dangerous dance they played amidst each other.
She seemed to be reading him as he read her. And when he had given her the proper thanks she deserved she almost seemed to light up. The faintest twist of her would be scowl snapped into a smile which would have been missed if he hadn't been so keenly focusing on her. It was quite an accomplishment to make one of these creatures to feel some shred of joy, at least to him it was. They all seemed to be devoid of emotions that weren't involved in the slaughter of innocents and the thrill of the kill. Neither of which he took part in. He'd fight this virus, this sickness until it had racked every bone in his body, had torn through every moment of his life and left nothing in it's wake. He however did not smile. He would have, yet his eyes merely watched. His expression was solemn as was his mood. He was trained never to show emotions, to rid them as they would eventually be the death of every soldier.
He had always kept his distance in his past life, yet now, he truly could not. Physically he was so drained he didn't move and keep himself away from others. In a sense he had, but he couldn't move too far away without walking into someone. No matter how far he moved amongst the land it was still a land owned by a pack. A pack of monsters, of self righteous monsters that would soon tear their own flesh from their bones if it made them stronger than admitting than were ill. He was bemused by Sunev's words. She spoke of duty, taking care of those who needed her most. Amp was probably the most pathetic sack of bones on this land as of right now simply because he refused to embrace this monster that gnawed at all the wrong parts of his shreds of emotions and would cause any other wolf great distress and insanity if he had any less amounts of will power.
"Even so, you could have left me there. You have a strong sense of honor about you miss Sunev." Amp remarked at her attempt to justify her bringing him away from the water and possibly his own death. He had been within his own solitude for so long it was only a matter of time before something within him cracked and he unleashed himself into madness. He had been disconnected from others for so long it was a nice change to actually have a conversation with another living being. His own self imprisonment was not healthy for anyone, specifically not for a warrior who was to lay their life on the line. Communication was vital, something that Amp seemed to not be too great at. Perhaps he simply chose not to speak with others for fear of revealing too much. Who knew his true motives for being such a quiet being, he was just punctual. Spoke just enough to engage the other without appearing rude and ignoring the other.
He rested his head down on the ground still watching Sunev as she spoke. She seemed to turn from him if only for a moment. His eyes still rested on her watching silently. He listened intently when she explained how she wound up here. Dealing with the fact that the land was so vast and even being a member of the pack didn't mean one knew the land quite so well. He was silent for a moment, he could lie and make up an excuse for being here. Or he could rightly blurt out that he hadn't the slightest clue why he was here, he just was. This wasn't a very secluded spot, not prominent for defending either though. There was water, but it was intense with the virus. He didn't want to blatantly lie to Sunev. She had been kind to him, and thus he would just explain that he hadn't the slightest clue why he wound up here. Perhaps mention that he was more of a solitary wolf in general and searched for spots where he could be alone.
She gave him no reason to lie to her. He normally would not admit that he truly had no idea what he was doing. That was the worst thing to admit as a soldier, as a warrior with a cause. To be lost without a direction was to be a leader without followers. He half shrugged his tense shoulders and spoke faintly licking his lips to moisten them and remove his own blood from the front of his maw. His jowls finally parted when he spoke, calmly and very sincere."I'm not sure why I'm here myself. I just was scouting the land. I tend to live by myself, a pack is a new feeling I suppose. I've been around others before, but mostly warriors, they're different from other wolves." He hoped she understood what he meant. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy her company, or company of others. It was simply that they were as if a new breed of wolf to him, unknown and odd in the way they acted and reacted toward each other. Everything was much more calm and friendly in atmosphere, where as being amidst other fighters everything was tense on edge.
This was simply why he chose to live alone for most of his life when he wasn't with his fellow warriors, before the sickness plagued him anyway. He needed the constant tense feeling that drove his adrenaline. Living with the constant paranoia made one paranoid, and thus he survived alone on alert instincts and the constant threat of being attacked and killed. It was what drove him to his solitude. Yet being alone for so long, perhaps his mental state of mind wasn't even so strong to begin with. The foundation was crooked and he wasn't quite fond on emotions nor reacting toward those who showed them toward him. He'd been alone so long, it was difficult to fight the demon clawing at his cerebrum on a daily basis. The sheer ferocity it took to fight him back, perhaps it would have been better some days if he had given into the beast. Such thoughts vanished from his mind as his tail flicked faintly and he wondered what else to say. The small talk was pleasant, yet he was never good at it.
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