Post by Xerxes on Jan 23, 2018 6:21:30 GMT -6
Credit to Nameria for character bio & info
OOC
Name: Grimm
Years RPing: Very Long
Slot Used: Extinct Slot
How You Found Us: Top 50 Wolf RPGs
General
Name: Xerxes
Birthday: January 15, 2012
Gender: Male
Species: Dire
Physical
Height: 41 inches
Length: 62 inches
Weight: 174 pounds
Coat Color: chalky white
Eye Color: fiery orange-red
Health Issues: PTSD and nightmares
Other Information: Never try to startle this male!
Mental
Mental Stability: Unstable
History: Some time ago, there was a small but growing militaristic pack in Anikira formed of only extinct wolf breeds and other behemoths well hidden inside the inner caverns of Anikira, coming out of their shelter to hunt and train. The secretive pack was forged in the inner sanctums of the island, and throughout the years it saw many great warriors rise and fall, and along with the promise of creating a great empire, the Alpha pair gave birth to three pups, destined to become only the best of the best. The three siblings grew up strong; they were a black and white male with stunning blue eyes named Poseidon, who had a sinister and somber personality; an ethereal female comparable to a goddess, with light fur tones and breathtaking green eyes called Andromeda, and the biggest and strongest of the litter—Xerxes, the chalk white brute with fiery eyes, known for his brute strength and candid personality. The siblings grew up under a militaristic environment where the males were brutally trained from a really young age and forged them into warriors by the time they were only a year old. Their government was strict, and somewhat sexist, for females had to fight as hard as they could for their rank if they ever desired to be warriors or anything above their ranks. Females were seen as healers, mothers and hunters, and males were sought for their sheer strength and strong leadership qualities. Poseidon, Andromeda and Xerxes grew up, and the eyes of the pack were on them, since they were the Alpha pair’s first litter and they were seen as the prime example of what every member of the pack should strive to be.
Time passed, and the pack grew in numbers quickly. Little did they know was, that amongst them, an unexpected traitor had slipped by their paws, unseen in the shadows, beloved and praised in the lights—Poseidon, Xerxes’s younger brother, had begun to feel envious about his older brother’s achievements in the pack, slowly feeling as if he had been casted away in the shadows, and that Xerxes had received all the glory, and supposedly, even for things Poseidon had done. This began to rupture the brother’s relationship, and it also shattered their relationship with their sister, Andromeda, who one day tried to separate the brothers from one of their biggest fights, and received multiple scars accidentally, staining her angelic coat with tainted crimson. It was in this fight where Poseidon gave the alabaster brute part of the scars he carries in his face today. As time progressed, the parents of the bickering duo and the now scarred angel tried to put order and balance into their relationship, but the scars were not only physical, but there were also scars in the heart.
Poseidon was exiled for repeatedly trying to intentionally kill Xerxes in any chance he got, and he was sentenced to never returning to the empire. With anger in his heart and vengeance in his mind, he went to recruit wolves to fight against the pack that, in his eyes, had taken the glory from him that he deserved. Poisoning the minds of those who joined his pack, he began to grow in numbers, training his members into creating a pack that would overthrow their rivals, preparing them for war. After a year, Xerxes was now two years old, and the strongest brute of the pack; after his father passed away, Xerxes was placed as the rightful heir, governing the pack in his father’s honor. Ruling alongside his mother and younger sister, the pack thrived for a good amount of time; new pups were born, and peace could be sensed all around them… but Xerxes felt something else. He knew Poseidon was somewhere, lurking, observing every step they took and he knew that the obsidian brute was planning something in the shadows.
One day, a strange feeling was tangible in the air. A wolf came running to the cavern entrance, saying it had been injured, seeking for refuge. Xerxes called the healers, but at the moment the wind shifted, he caught a familiar scent—Poseidon’s. He knew it was an ambush, and suddenly, his fears were realized: a pack came out from the trees, with death in their teeth and fury in their eyes, signaling a time for war. Poseidon’s pack fought with fury and strength, killing many members, but Poseidon had given instructions to specifically leave the alabaster brute in Poseidon’s paws. Bloodshed was all around Xerxes as he saw how his family began to perish one by one, and with anguish he saw how one of the members brutally kill his beloved sister and his mother. His senses began to numb down as the anger slowly raised up inside of him… and suddenly, in the midst of chaos, the lone figure of his brother stood. Rain began to pour down as lightning and thunder roared in the heavens, but Xerxes did not see anything else but his brother. A fight to the death began, Xerxes fighting with a rage and a fury that had never been witness in him before. Bite after bite, scratch after scratch, Xerxes’s face became heavily scarred and so did Poseidon’s.
After several minutes fighting to the death, Xerxes gave one final blow to his brother, killing him in the spot. Xerxes’ heart began to feel a burning sensation, a frustration and a fury so big that it overwhelmed his senses. After screaming in agony, he turned back to see his entire family and pack dead, and he was the only one standing. Walking towards the bodies of his mother and sister, he cried for them as the rain poured down over him. The former alpha and now lone warrior walked away from the war zone; now, a year has passed since their demise, and even if it feels like yesterday, the male has hardened and has become a war machine, obsessed with the art of battle, trying to overcome the burdens that he carries on his shoulders, and trying to battle away the memories of a past he will never forget.
Personality: Xerxes is the true image of a broken warrior; a mighty wolf in appearance, who once was known as the warrior of the golden heart… but now only a phantom of what he used to be remains in its place. The chalky male is usually quiet, but he analyzes everything around him to the maximum levels. Easily provoked, intense and hyper-vigilant, the brute always has his nerves on edge; if you startle him he can have a major outburst of anger and attack without question. He carries a strong guilt in his mind, blaming himself for not managing the situation with his brother better, and he blames himself for his mother and sister’s deaths for not being focused in the battlefield. In turn, the male is extremely protective of females he grows close to, and he will do anything to protect them once they gain his trust. However, actually trusting someone requires a lot of effort and observation. He does not trust anyone at all, for he says that even his own brother betrayed him, so anyone else will betray him much easier. He suffers from flashbacks and strong nightmares, so he has trouble sleeping and he is constantly on a not-so-great mood, prone to lashing out due to his grumpiness, even if he does not intend to do so. A constant anger lingers inside of the male, but that golden heart he was so well known for is still inside of him, often shining through different moments when the time calls for it. He likes to help those in need, and if someone breaks down the intense barriers he has, that wolf will gain not only a friend, but a brother. He never backs down from a fight—the brute is a force that should be reckoned with when times for battle rise in the horizon. Intimidating and stoic, he usually keeps to himself; extremely distant from others, the male is usually detached and emotionally numb, and he has developed a bleak outlook for his future. Others tend to keep a considerable amount of distance from him due to his intimidating demeanor; he's the type of wolf you would not want to mess with on purpose. He can be terrifying when provoked, often becoming an unrecognizable creature engulfed in the flames of the fury he carries within. Even if he was an alpha, he knows how to be a follower as well, and after what happened, he believes that he would fail as an Alpha again, so he sees himself as not deserving of the title. He avoids recognition, but receives it humbly.
In terms of love, the male is a hard candidate to fall for. However, after much consideration, Xerxes can certainly be capable of loving someone, but the fear of eventually loosing the wolf he loves over a tragic accident like what happened is always looming over him. Inside of him, he desires a family, a legacy to leave behind of strong warrior sons and beautiful daughters to protect. He needs constant reaffirmation in this side of him—he needs to be reminded that he can, in fact, be happy, and that not everything will end up in a disaster or in tragedy. But, the stubbornness of the male does not help him, and even if he acts as everything is fine, it can take him a good while to truly stop worrying about the inevitable. The aspect of loosing loved ones is an aspect that gives him anxiety attacks and does not let him sleep at night, so in turn, he would be an overprotective father with his family. But, it isn’t his fault—just the thought of loosing anyone dear to him again is enough to send him into a spiraling depression, and submerge him in blistering rage… he would never be the same again.
Depression and anger always looms over the male, but after spending a year on his own, the male refuses to let these feelings out and instead he bottles everything up inside of him, using it to his advantage in battle. While fighting, he lets out all the pain, all the frustration and all of the fury he has kept inside of him and becomes a raging tempest in the battlefield. However, instead of feeling anxiety whenever faced in front of a war zone, he began to use this anxiety in favor for becoming stronger in war. Every time he fights, he remembers scenes of his family dying, making him angrier and attack with even more force. The Dire is blunt, sarcastic, fierce, intense, impulse-driven and strong tempered, but he always has the best intentions even if his approaches aren’t the best. The male is definitely broken, searching desperately to tie up the shattered remains of what he used to be, but he has masked away the feelings under a façade of stoic silence and intimidating aura. Xerxes is loyal to any pack he chooses to be a part of, and he is willing to do the dirty work for those who need to be cleansed. He sometimes feels like he carries the burden of the world on his shoulders, and in small acts of kindness and altruism, he is always trying to save someone else’s world, since he failed to save his own.
Image: From Nameria's profile for him
OOC
Name: Grimm
Years RPing: Very Long
Slot Used: Extinct Slot
How You Found Us: Top 50 Wolf RPGs
General
Name: Xerxes
Birthday: January 15, 2012
Gender: Male
Species: Dire
Physical
Height: 41 inches
Length: 62 inches
Weight: 174 pounds
Coat Color: chalky white
Eye Color: fiery orange-red
Health Issues: PTSD and nightmares
Other Information: Never try to startle this male!
Mental
Mental Stability: Unstable
History: Some time ago, there was a small but growing militaristic pack in Anikira formed of only extinct wolf breeds and other behemoths well hidden inside the inner caverns of Anikira, coming out of their shelter to hunt and train. The secretive pack was forged in the inner sanctums of the island, and throughout the years it saw many great warriors rise and fall, and along with the promise of creating a great empire, the Alpha pair gave birth to three pups, destined to become only the best of the best. The three siblings grew up strong; they were a black and white male with stunning blue eyes named Poseidon, who had a sinister and somber personality; an ethereal female comparable to a goddess, with light fur tones and breathtaking green eyes called Andromeda, and the biggest and strongest of the litter—Xerxes, the chalk white brute with fiery eyes, known for his brute strength and candid personality. The siblings grew up under a militaristic environment where the males were brutally trained from a really young age and forged them into warriors by the time they were only a year old. Their government was strict, and somewhat sexist, for females had to fight as hard as they could for their rank if they ever desired to be warriors or anything above their ranks. Females were seen as healers, mothers and hunters, and males were sought for their sheer strength and strong leadership qualities. Poseidon, Andromeda and Xerxes grew up, and the eyes of the pack were on them, since they were the Alpha pair’s first litter and they were seen as the prime example of what every member of the pack should strive to be.
Time passed, and the pack grew in numbers quickly. Little did they know was, that amongst them, an unexpected traitor had slipped by their paws, unseen in the shadows, beloved and praised in the lights—Poseidon, Xerxes’s younger brother, had begun to feel envious about his older brother’s achievements in the pack, slowly feeling as if he had been casted away in the shadows, and that Xerxes had received all the glory, and supposedly, even for things Poseidon had done. This began to rupture the brother’s relationship, and it also shattered their relationship with their sister, Andromeda, who one day tried to separate the brothers from one of their biggest fights, and received multiple scars accidentally, staining her angelic coat with tainted crimson. It was in this fight where Poseidon gave the alabaster brute part of the scars he carries in his face today. As time progressed, the parents of the bickering duo and the now scarred angel tried to put order and balance into their relationship, but the scars were not only physical, but there were also scars in the heart.
Poseidon was exiled for repeatedly trying to intentionally kill Xerxes in any chance he got, and he was sentenced to never returning to the empire. With anger in his heart and vengeance in his mind, he went to recruit wolves to fight against the pack that, in his eyes, had taken the glory from him that he deserved. Poisoning the minds of those who joined his pack, he began to grow in numbers, training his members into creating a pack that would overthrow their rivals, preparing them for war. After a year, Xerxes was now two years old, and the strongest brute of the pack; after his father passed away, Xerxes was placed as the rightful heir, governing the pack in his father’s honor. Ruling alongside his mother and younger sister, the pack thrived for a good amount of time; new pups were born, and peace could be sensed all around them… but Xerxes felt something else. He knew Poseidon was somewhere, lurking, observing every step they took and he knew that the obsidian brute was planning something in the shadows.
One day, a strange feeling was tangible in the air. A wolf came running to the cavern entrance, saying it had been injured, seeking for refuge. Xerxes called the healers, but at the moment the wind shifted, he caught a familiar scent—Poseidon’s. He knew it was an ambush, and suddenly, his fears were realized: a pack came out from the trees, with death in their teeth and fury in their eyes, signaling a time for war. Poseidon’s pack fought with fury and strength, killing many members, but Poseidon had given instructions to specifically leave the alabaster brute in Poseidon’s paws. Bloodshed was all around Xerxes as he saw how his family began to perish one by one, and with anguish he saw how one of the members brutally kill his beloved sister and his mother. His senses began to numb down as the anger slowly raised up inside of him… and suddenly, in the midst of chaos, the lone figure of his brother stood. Rain began to pour down as lightning and thunder roared in the heavens, but Xerxes did not see anything else but his brother. A fight to the death began, Xerxes fighting with a rage and a fury that had never been witness in him before. Bite after bite, scratch after scratch, Xerxes’s face became heavily scarred and so did Poseidon’s.
After several minutes fighting to the death, Xerxes gave one final blow to his brother, killing him in the spot. Xerxes’ heart began to feel a burning sensation, a frustration and a fury so big that it overwhelmed his senses. After screaming in agony, he turned back to see his entire family and pack dead, and he was the only one standing. Walking towards the bodies of his mother and sister, he cried for them as the rain poured down over him. The former alpha and now lone warrior walked away from the war zone; now, a year has passed since their demise, and even if it feels like yesterday, the male has hardened and has become a war machine, obsessed with the art of battle, trying to overcome the burdens that he carries on his shoulders, and trying to battle away the memories of a past he will never forget.
Personality: Xerxes is the true image of a broken warrior; a mighty wolf in appearance, who once was known as the warrior of the golden heart… but now only a phantom of what he used to be remains in its place. The chalky male is usually quiet, but he analyzes everything around him to the maximum levels. Easily provoked, intense and hyper-vigilant, the brute always has his nerves on edge; if you startle him he can have a major outburst of anger and attack without question. He carries a strong guilt in his mind, blaming himself for not managing the situation with his brother better, and he blames himself for his mother and sister’s deaths for not being focused in the battlefield. In turn, the male is extremely protective of females he grows close to, and he will do anything to protect them once they gain his trust. However, actually trusting someone requires a lot of effort and observation. He does not trust anyone at all, for he says that even his own brother betrayed him, so anyone else will betray him much easier. He suffers from flashbacks and strong nightmares, so he has trouble sleeping and he is constantly on a not-so-great mood, prone to lashing out due to his grumpiness, even if he does not intend to do so. A constant anger lingers inside of the male, but that golden heart he was so well known for is still inside of him, often shining through different moments when the time calls for it. He likes to help those in need, and if someone breaks down the intense barriers he has, that wolf will gain not only a friend, but a brother. He never backs down from a fight—the brute is a force that should be reckoned with when times for battle rise in the horizon. Intimidating and stoic, he usually keeps to himself; extremely distant from others, the male is usually detached and emotionally numb, and he has developed a bleak outlook for his future. Others tend to keep a considerable amount of distance from him due to his intimidating demeanor; he's the type of wolf you would not want to mess with on purpose. He can be terrifying when provoked, often becoming an unrecognizable creature engulfed in the flames of the fury he carries within. Even if he was an alpha, he knows how to be a follower as well, and after what happened, he believes that he would fail as an Alpha again, so he sees himself as not deserving of the title. He avoids recognition, but receives it humbly.
In terms of love, the male is a hard candidate to fall for. However, after much consideration, Xerxes can certainly be capable of loving someone, but the fear of eventually loosing the wolf he loves over a tragic accident like what happened is always looming over him. Inside of him, he desires a family, a legacy to leave behind of strong warrior sons and beautiful daughters to protect. He needs constant reaffirmation in this side of him—he needs to be reminded that he can, in fact, be happy, and that not everything will end up in a disaster or in tragedy. But, the stubbornness of the male does not help him, and even if he acts as everything is fine, it can take him a good while to truly stop worrying about the inevitable. The aspect of loosing loved ones is an aspect that gives him anxiety attacks and does not let him sleep at night, so in turn, he would be an overprotective father with his family. But, it isn’t his fault—just the thought of loosing anyone dear to him again is enough to send him into a spiraling depression, and submerge him in blistering rage… he would never be the same again.
Depression and anger always looms over the male, but after spending a year on his own, the male refuses to let these feelings out and instead he bottles everything up inside of him, using it to his advantage in battle. While fighting, he lets out all the pain, all the frustration and all of the fury he has kept inside of him and becomes a raging tempest in the battlefield. However, instead of feeling anxiety whenever faced in front of a war zone, he began to use this anxiety in favor for becoming stronger in war. Every time he fights, he remembers scenes of his family dying, making him angrier and attack with even more force. The Dire is blunt, sarcastic, fierce, intense, impulse-driven and strong tempered, but he always has the best intentions even if his approaches aren’t the best. The male is definitely broken, searching desperately to tie up the shattered remains of what he used to be, but he has masked away the feelings under a façade of stoic silence and intimidating aura. Xerxes is loyal to any pack he chooses to be a part of, and he is willing to do the dirty work for those who need to be cleansed. He sometimes feels like he carries the burden of the world on his shoulders, and in small acts of kindness and altruism, he is always trying to save someone else’s world, since he failed to save his own.
Image: From Nameria's profile for him
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