Post by Deleted on May 2, 2016 6:33:14 GMT -6
OOCNo larger than 500 x 400 px
Years RPing: Ffffff
Slot Used: Replacing Venom's slot, which was a free one I believe?
How You Found Us: ffffff
Height: 31 inches
Length: 55 inches
Weight: 185 pounds
Coat Color: White, with long, flowing fur all year long
Eye Color: Very pale green
Health Issues: None
Other Information: Face and neck littered with scars, one missing upper incisor
Mental Stability: Unstable
History: Armistice's story begins on the southern tip of Africa, where his small but effective pack roamed freely in unclaimed lands, occasionally poaching from surrounding lands--though only in times of hardship. His mother and father were of no importance to anyone in particular, though they were respected enough by the pack leaders to produce a litter. Of the four born, only Armistice survived, and it became clear why when he grew into a young adult. The brute was strong, growing larger and larger each day until he rivaled, then surpassed the size of his parents, and in fact every wolf in the meager pack. With his size came a personality to match--loud, sometimes rude, and incredibly foolish. If it were not for the constancy of his friend, Dowe--with whom he was raised, in lieu of his own siblings--he likely would have been kicked from the pack long before he left on his own.
If there was a challenge to be had, Armistice was after it. Trees, cliffs, the ocean--none of these areas were unsafe to him, none meant certain death as they did to most wolves. It was a miracle that he never truly injured himself, save for a single broken limb, which healed with no issues only because of his young age and the elasticity of puppy bones. Dowe, though always the one to soothe those who thought his friend too reckless, was often the reason behind the craziness, and he could often be seen urging "Armie" to go further, climb higher, do the unthinkable, while clever Dowe sat and watched safely. Despite this, their relationship was not unfair, nor was it riddled with manipulation--Armistice needed very little provocation, and often did things of his own accord before Dowe even had a chance to convince him.
When they were barely yearlings, the two went on an adventure in the savannah, their mind set on capturing a young wildcat and torturing it. When the two stumbled upon a female cheetah, they thought they had been incredibly lucky, and between the two of them, they taunted her for what seemed like hours. There came a time, however, when the picked-on cat could take no more, and her instinct left its mark on Armistice's face in the form of deep, penetrating wounds. The pain had been unlike any he had ever felt--first a gentle sting, and then a searing burn that caused him to cry out so loudly, it was as if every time he had hurt himself and never made a sound was coming out in that moment.
Though he and his family did their best to cleanse his wounds, they had been so deep and harsh that his face would be permanently scarred, marring his beautifully perfect and white coat forever. When he saw them, however, Armistice was not sad; he was proud of them, and he found that they caused wolves to think twice about approaching him. Clearly a beast who had tangled with something so fierce and won was to be feared, and he let them fear him.
Dowe and Armistice then began to train in earnest, doing less to endanger themselves and more to hurt others. While his recklessness would never go away, the young male spent a long time honing his skills, and despite his bulk he became a quick and efficient killer--though he had never killed anything larger than a wild dog by himself, and a water buffalo with the help of the entire pack. Truthfully, he wished to challenge himself more, take more chances, and of course kill another of his species, or something a little larger, with more weapons.
He and Dowe never got their chance to take down another cat--and indeed, the one who so harmed Armie had escaped their grasp as well--before the larger of the two chose to take his skills elsewhere. His parents were relentless in their complaints of him, and he had heard of an island of giant warriors to the east, where he no doubt would fit in despite his smaller stature. So in the dead of night he set off into the ocean, having said his goodbye to Dowe, who was loathe to leave the cushy life he had with the pack.
Alone and full of adrenaline, Armistice landed on the shores of Ina'mos, ready to make his appearance on Anikira and start his life anew at the age of two.
Personality: Armistice is, in a word, reckless. From the moment he learned to think from himself, the brute was taking chances and risking his health just to do it. As a pup he would climb trees and soar from the upper branches back down to the ground, resulting often in sore muscles, and once a likely broken bone that healed despite his refusal to rest. He would dive into the ocean and swim out long distances as his mother called for him to come back, laughing all the while until a rogue wave crashed into him and pushed him under the water. Armistice was never one to cry or complain, nor could his family ever keep him from doing something he wished to do.
As he aged, his recklessness became more dangerous. His childhood friend would egg him on, pushing him further and further toward those things that were most dangerous. Due to his love of adrenaline and danger, Armistice would do very nearly anything, and with little provocation. Always a crowd-pleaser, he would go to great lengths to impress anyone--male or female, young or old--and typically charmed them with his exceptional physical skill and fearlessness.
There is nothing that Armistice fears, and nothing that thrills him like risking his life; since the loss of Dowe, there is not a soul on the earth that Armistice truly feels connected to, and it's likely he never will. Though their seperation was amiable, the white brute often wonders what life would be like if they had not gone their own ways--it is not remorse or sadness that he feels, but more a faint tug of longing, as all wolves have for their pasts.
SORRY that it's the table image, that's the only one I have!