Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2018 20:25:54 GMT -6
OOC
Name: Uru
Years RPing: Almost 14 because I'm old as dirt now
Slot Used: Isles slot & creation on my main account
How You Found Us: By making the place
General
Name: Morax
Birthday: June 14, 2018
Gender: Male
Species: Isles Wolf
Physical
Height: 38 in.
Weight: 155 lbs
Coat Color: Right half flame point, left half caramel point
Eye Color: Right eye is blue, left eye is green
Health Issues: Morax is a chimera, composed of the genetic makeup of two wolves in one
Other Information: N/A
Mental
Mental Stability: Unstable
History: From the moment Morax was born, he knew he was different.
The young male was born into a litter of three into the throes of war. As soon as the male opened his eyes, he knew that there was nothing but chaos around him. Though he was too little to understand, the deep seated fear of conflict and the need to protect himself and his siblings at any cost was instilled in him at far too young an age. The male never grew to know his parents' names, as the pair were both warriors for the Foeir. As soon as his mother was old enough to have weaned her pups, she was pulled back to war. Morax and his siblings were raised in somewhat of a community style fashion by the other young mothers of the faction. The brute knew little of why the factions fought, and only that there was no end in sight. It was after a short few weeks the news returned to the young pups. Both their parents had been killed in action.
The male was often looked upon as a pariah; he was different. There were those who thought him to be a gift from the gods, and others who thought him to be an omen of ill fate upon their faction. He kept to himself rather than provoke any of the dissenters within the faction. Some of them wanted him gone; others wanted him to rule.
Morax had no idea what this life meant for him. Would he be forced to become a warrior and join the ranks of the Foeir in this endless fight? The male knew some the stories of their faction; the destruction of the lineage was a hushed whisper that rushed through the wolves. Eroan was growing old and tired, and there were rumors that he would fall from power soon. But there was no one to pass the mantle to; his son and daughter had both vanished months before the male's birth. There was growing instability within the faction, and Morax knew it was only a matter of time before things collapsed around them. He was not blind enough to the fact that some wanted him to lead. He was an omen, they said. He was different, and he would lead them to victory where their Harbinger could not. He might have been a mere six months old at the time, but the brute was cognitively aware of the imminent dissolution - or worse - his death if he remained. He would not find himself to be a victim of the war within his own faction. The brute disappeared into the night, stealing away in hopes of finding somewhere else to live, away from the war that had claimed his parents. How could something be so worth fighting for if it resulted in so much death and destruction.
But there was nowhere for him to go. All of the isles were claimed by either the Siniath or the Foeir. While the factions were more sporadic due to their heavy casualties, the brute was not about to run the risk of being caught by either side of the war. He was no victim. He would forge his own path. And so the brute found his way to the northern beaches, diving into the cool surf in hopes that somewhere, out on the horizon, he would either be taken to the other side of the veil or find a new home.
Personality: There are many facets to the young male. The brute is remarkably sharp and aware of his surroundings. He is what some might consider an empath; he is remarkably in tune with the feelings and emotions of those around him, and can often mold his own behavior around his surroundings. Unfortunately, the brute's chaotic upbringing has left him at a strong tipping point. Morax could be easily swayed to a positive or negative life path depending on his surroundings. Morax lacks the normal moral compass instilled in a wolf by his or her parents in youth. Because he is so prone to replicating the behavior around him, the male has the capacity to sway to either side of the spectrum. He has developed few strong bonds in his life. Even the bond with his siblings was marginal at best, so a wolf that is able to bond with Morax is far more likely to have control over his alignment than anyone else.
While one might think that Morax's general connection to emotions would lead to him being strongly drawn to companionship, the opposite is true. Morax seeks gratification for himself above all else; those who happen to worm their way into his heart are true enigmas. The brute lacks the natural draw to mate with one companion and instead seeks to find the most compatible companion and refuses to settle until he is of absolute certainty of his mate.
Morax does not have any clear, definitive opinions on conflict. While war took his family away from him, logic took him away from the war before it could claim him first. The brute does not have any clear opposition to fighting, but he does not currently seek to cause chaos. He resides in a world that is heavily open to interpretation in all facets of life.
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Name: Uru
Years RPing: Almost 14 because I'm old as dirt now
Slot Used: Isles slot & creation on my main account
How You Found Us: By making the place
General
Name: Morax
Birthday: June 14, 2018
Gender: Male
Species: Isles Wolf
Physical
Height: 38 in.
Weight: 155 lbs
Coat Color: Right half flame point, left half caramel point
Eye Color: Right eye is blue, left eye is green
Health Issues: Morax is a chimera, composed of the genetic makeup of two wolves in one
Other Information: N/A
Mental
Mental Stability: Unstable
History: From the moment Morax was born, he knew he was different.
The young male was born into a litter of three into the throes of war. As soon as the male opened his eyes, he knew that there was nothing but chaos around him. Though he was too little to understand, the deep seated fear of conflict and the need to protect himself and his siblings at any cost was instilled in him at far too young an age. The male never grew to know his parents' names, as the pair were both warriors for the Foeir. As soon as his mother was old enough to have weaned her pups, she was pulled back to war. Morax and his siblings were raised in somewhat of a community style fashion by the other young mothers of the faction. The brute knew little of why the factions fought, and only that there was no end in sight. It was after a short few weeks the news returned to the young pups. Both their parents had been killed in action.
The male was often looked upon as a pariah; he was different. There were those who thought him to be a gift from the gods, and others who thought him to be an omen of ill fate upon their faction. He kept to himself rather than provoke any of the dissenters within the faction. Some of them wanted him gone; others wanted him to rule.
Morax had no idea what this life meant for him. Would he be forced to become a warrior and join the ranks of the Foeir in this endless fight? The male knew some the stories of their faction; the destruction of the lineage was a hushed whisper that rushed through the wolves. Eroan was growing old and tired, and there were rumors that he would fall from power soon. But there was no one to pass the mantle to; his son and daughter had both vanished months before the male's birth. There was growing instability within the faction, and Morax knew it was only a matter of time before things collapsed around them. He was not blind enough to the fact that some wanted him to lead. He was an omen, they said. He was different, and he would lead them to victory where their Harbinger could not. He might have been a mere six months old at the time, but the brute was cognitively aware of the imminent dissolution - or worse - his death if he remained. He would not find himself to be a victim of the war within his own faction. The brute disappeared into the night, stealing away in hopes of finding somewhere else to live, away from the war that had claimed his parents. How could something be so worth fighting for if it resulted in so much death and destruction.
But there was nowhere for him to go. All of the isles were claimed by either the Siniath or the Foeir. While the factions were more sporadic due to their heavy casualties, the brute was not about to run the risk of being caught by either side of the war. He was no victim. He would forge his own path. And so the brute found his way to the northern beaches, diving into the cool surf in hopes that somewhere, out on the horizon, he would either be taken to the other side of the veil or find a new home.
Personality: There are many facets to the young male. The brute is remarkably sharp and aware of his surroundings. He is what some might consider an empath; he is remarkably in tune with the feelings and emotions of those around him, and can often mold his own behavior around his surroundings. Unfortunately, the brute's chaotic upbringing has left him at a strong tipping point. Morax could be easily swayed to a positive or negative life path depending on his surroundings. Morax lacks the normal moral compass instilled in a wolf by his or her parents in youth. Because he is so prone to replicating the behavior around him, the male has the capacity to sway to either side of the spectrum. He has developed few strong bonds in his life. Even the bond with his siblings was marginal at best, so a wolf that is able to bond with Morax is far more likely to have control over his alignment than anyone else.
While one might think that Morax's general connection to emotions would lead to him being strongly drawn to companionship, the opposite is true. Morax seeks gratification for himself above all else; those who happen to worm their way into his heart are true enigmas. The brute lacks the natural draw to mate with one companion and instead seeks to find the most compatible companion and refuses to settle until he is of absolute certainty of his mate.
Morax does not have any clear, definitive opinions on conflict. While war took his family away from him, logic took him away from the war before it could claim him first. The brute does not have any clear opposition to fighting, but he does not currently seek to cause chaos. He resides in a world that is heavily open to interpretation in all facets of life.
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