Vosian

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NAME; Vosian

pronunciation; V-os-e-an
nickname; Vos
meaning; N/A
origin; A beautiful city built for fliers on Cybertron that was destroyed during the Great War. Transformers <3

GENDER; Male.
AGE; 2 ½ Years.
BIRTH SEASON; Winter.
SPECIES; Maned Wolf .xx. Unknown
PACK PREFERENCE; Brena'he
RANK; Unknown

FUR COLOR; A vivid contrasting of ebony and ivory.
EYE COLOR; Entrancing ruby.
BODY BUILD; Lithe, tight muscled frame coupled with long slender legs and decidedly angular features? And Vos has the audacity to wonder why everyone mistakes him for a female.
UNUSUAL MARKINGS; His entire pelt? Come on, it’s zebra print.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION;

From afar, and even up close, it’s easy to mistake Vos for a femme. The wolf has a build so lithe and fluid that it appears even a feather could knock him off his paws. The dancer-like legs that uphold his delicate frame only add to the ever fragile appearance the brujo possesses. Nothing is rounded on the wolf’s frame, rather, everything is highly accented and brought out with the use of sharp angles and deep shadowing. Vos’s bone structure is very fine and angular, adding an attractively dangerous appeal to his overly feminine appearance. Despite his fine boned build, Vos can hold his own well enough in a fight. Sinewy muscle clings to his frame and flexes with each step, a hidden power gracing his every movement; and for what he lacks in strength he easily makes up for in speed and agility.

The coat that adorns Vos is his pride and joy, no doubt about it. His pelt is fluffy and soft as down, feathered across his lean chest and hanging in windblown wisps along his shoulders and haunches. The whites and black that make up his zebra printed pelt seem almost otherworldly, the blacks being extremely dark and the whites almost blinding. There is no middle ground with his pelt, only the vivid contrasting of extremes. Along his toes the zebra pattern bleeds into a solid onyx, ruby claws that are a little longer than usual adorning his dainty paws. This black inking is also near the tips of his audits and maw as well.

The mane that is commonly known to belong to his breed is longer than usual, falling into his eyes and completely covering their garnet hues if Vos doesn’t bother to shake it away. It is colored a ruby that blazes atop his spine, a river of dark red that ripples down his elegantly arched back like a fountain of blood. The color bleeds into his tail as well, eradicating any possible coloring of zebra upon its silken tresses. Near the base of the hair is where the coloring is darkest, almost black, and near the tips is where the bloody hue turns brightest, a stunning crimson.

The eyes that peer from behind crimson locks and sparkle from angled shadow are piercing. The whites are a solid black, a lacquered ebon. The irises are an intense ruby, a flaming color that one can only find in molten metals being smelted within an inferno. They glow with an inner blaze at all times and are quite capable of dealing blood chilling glares. And blood boiling lustful pleads. Around his left eye is a sparkling, yes it is slightly glittery, black star that further brings out the intense coloring of his eyes.

AFFILIATION; Vos’s whatever he feels like being at the time, though most would argue that the brujo is dark.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION; Bi-sexual

LIKES!;

• Rebellion
  
• Crossing Lines
  
• The Present
  
• Kaon
  

DISLIKES!;

• Any wolf with a stick shoved up their ass!
  
• Restraints of any kind
  
• Haters
  

PERSONALITY!;

Despite what Vos so determinedly believes, no, he is not 6” and 250ibs. No, he cannot ‘beat you down until your begging for mercy’. And, no, he cannot, nor will he ever be able to, ‘stun even the most crude wolf with his alarmingly glorious smexyness’. In short, Vos is far from being the total bad-ass he thinks he is. Though you’ll never hear me tell him otherwise: the little spit-fire packs a heeluva bite.

Vain is an understatement when it comes to the little party demon Vos. You’ll have a raging inferno on you paws if you dare describe his obvious sexiness as merely ’pretty’ or ’handsome’, and if you dare refer to him as cute he’ll ‘knock you block off’. He truly does believe that he is a gift placed upon this world to bless the lives of those less fortunate, to bring warmth and happiness to the poorly neglected souls of the ‘uglier’ persuasion. He fails to realize that, with his temper, it’s rare that anybody can find happiness within his presence.

Vos’s wrath cannot even be properly hinted at with words like rage and fury because his ego induced anger is so much more…blazing…and much, much more violent. He may not be able to rip into you like he thinks he can but the speed demon has no problem showing you just how much of a pain he can be with his impish bites and needle sharp claws. Many a bigger brute will admit to knowing the lingering pain of an enraged Vos’s fangs as the tiny fiend has no problem with taking on the big guys. Hell, if he had it his way he’d face off against Satan himself just to show the ugly piece of crap who was really in charge around here.

A spiteful imp is he in every manner. Vos, being the prideful dolt he is, cannot refuse the wondrous temptations of the primitive instinct called lust. Many a male has found the little demon flouncing before them with teasing rolls of his hips and flirtatious battering of his large ruby eyes, and many more have found out the hard way that, typically, that is all Vos is willing to indulge in. Vos has bed only a miniscule amount of wolves and would fancy keeping it that way: he is no ‘cheap whore ready to ravage any wolf with a pulse’. He has high, self-set, standards and no wolf will be excused from them.

While the number of those he has spurned is much larger, there is a small pool of wolves who know the more gentle side of the spiteful medic. Of course his vain and short tempered ways do not simply disappear, but they do, mercifully, calm into something slightly more bearable. If you can manage to get onto that small sliver of space called Vos’s good side you’ll find yourself with a playful and, dare I say it, lovable squishy wolf of cuteness. Yes, it has been said. Cuteness. Vos is no stranger to emotions that range on the more kind side of the spectrum, he just prefers to refrain from indulging in such ‘silly feelings that bring about nothing but wet, sniffly, snot-ridden flee bags’. Still, even the diva that is Vos cannot withstand the urges of…kindness.

HISTORY!;

`MOTHER: Arcadia
`FATHER: Nova
`SIBLINGS: Vos - Identical Twin - Brother - Alive

`MATE: N/A
`PUPS: N/A

All of Vos’s life problems can be blamed on her parents (or so he likes to think). They were suffocating, always near and peering over his shoulder; it drove him insane. His brother wasn’t excused from their coddling either and the twins soon grew to into rebellious hellions bent on freeing themselves from the chains their doting parentals had placed upon them. If you said ‘no’ they said ‘Hells yeah!’ and if you forbid it you could count on them racing away to go do it. It didn’t take long for the majority of the pack to become irate with the chaotic duo. It ever so pleased Vos and Kaon.

There anarchy was soon ended by their parents however, the wolves know smothering them even more. It didn’t take long for the duo to get desperate. They found out every taboo they could and indulged in them all. Vos took up a taste for wolven flesh and a bit of a whorish persona, his brother indulged in cannibalism as well among other things. Their pack found out and were quick to banish the identical twins but their parents wouldn’t have it. They left with the brothers and continued to try and tame them, attempting to cage them into submission.

Vos and Kaon wouldn’t have it. They split in the middle of the night and promised to find each other again one day, their love for one another creating an unbreakable bound (sappy luv and cliché histories <3).

THEME SONG(S)!;

• "Freak", BY Estelle.
  
• "Move (If You Wanna)", BY MIMS.
  

MEMBER NAME; Verlorn

RP EXAMPLE;

Never

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