Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2020 14:15:16 GMT -6
Years RPing: 15+ yrs
Slot Used: Free Slot
How You Found Us: Google
Birthday: February 23rd 2017
Species: Tundra Wolf
Weight: 120 lbs
Coat Color: Silver
Eye Color: Red-orange
Purchased Items: N/A
Inherited Items: N/A
Health Issues: N/A
Other Information: N/A
Mental Stability: Sane
History: WARNING - Mentions of abuse
Hyperion and Theia were often described as arrogant, and that suited them fine, they were mated at a relatively young age and were blessed with a handsome son as their first pup. They named him after Hyperion's Grandsire who had fought in the war, minutes later they were blessed by the appearance of a daughter whom they knew would rise to greatness. In the coming years the couple became distant from each other, rarely even sharing a den. When Theia became pregnant again rumours began to fly. Word at the local stream was that the tiny pups she carried were sired by Helios – Hyperion's roguish younger Brother – and was not Hyperion’s child at all. Due to the rumours and hearsay Hyperion was adamant his mate should rid herself of the pups, of course it was decided that it would only verify the rumours and so the unborn pup (for when the birth actually came about there was only one child) was allowed to live.
In an attempt to make the pup more appealing to Hyperion, Theia named the boy after her mate's Father, as such he became Creed. A name he came to loathe.
As a young pup Creed was only ever taught anything by his Mother and older Sister. His Brother had taken his Father’s side and refused to see the tiny pup as family, even if Creed did try in his infantile naivety to make nice. As the months progressed into a year, his Sister too fell to the dark side and came under their Father’s rule, deciding it was better to follow the word of the wolf who kept her fed and safe than to defend a pup who could give her nothing.
When Creed turned one his Father began to take an interest in him, he forced the young wolf to attend boring functions (see long winded pack meetings and gatherings) and when he acted in any way like the youth he was, the alpha brutally punished him.
This became a bit of a game for his Father, and Hyperion would drill some impossible rules and expectations in to the yearling and then drag him to some boring event and punish him when the rules were broken. He was not to get his fur dirty, he was not to speak to anyone unless first addressed and the worst of all was that he was to sit still at all times. In short Creed came to hate his Father.
While his Brother and Sister were sent off with exploration parties where they would receive experiences Creed could only dream of, and later go on to take high ranks, Creed was taught only on home territory. His tutors were excellent no doubt about it, but his Father had made precautions so that he could keep a watchful eye on everything the young wolf learned, and keep him well away from Helios. Suffice to say Creed grew to resent the wolf he was forced to call ‘Sir’ and had never been allowed to call Father or dad, and as he grew older he began to rebel.
It started simply enough with running away. The first time, Creed kept running until a patrol caught up to him and dragged him kicking and screaming back to his home. The second time they brought him back they told his Father, and after that he got smart. He made friends outside of the world his Father had trapped him in, friends who were reckless and wild, friends who would set him free.
Gradually the rebellion became more obvious and every time a rebellious action was reprimanded, no matter how severe, a new one would be born from it.
At the age of three Creed finally escaped his Father, never having been told the reasoning for the wolf’s animosity Creed left the home feeling cold and still longing for the kindness and praise he had seen his siblings receive. He left with two wolves he thought were his friends, together the trio roamed the lands. They stalked throug hthe surrounding forests without a care in the world, until the pack caught them.
The three young wolves fled, Creed was abandoned by his comrades as they distanced themselves from the impending danger. Creed found himself alone and running for his life, his flank bleeding where deadly jaws had caught him and pulled at his flesh. He broke the tree line and with a spin of his head sunk his fangs into the eye socket of his pursuer - there was only one still on his tail.
Alone now with the taste of blood on his tongue, the youth finally shed the weight of his Father's animosity. He sat on the edge of the river which separated Hyperion's territory from the world beyond and he said goodbye to the neglected pup he had been. The silver wolf strode into the river and embarked on his new life.
Creed died in the depths of the water and Titanium emerged on the opposite bank.
Personality: Titanium is an arrogant, rebellious beast who spares no time in letting you know he’s better than you, or taking you up on any challenge to prove you're lesser. Generally an all round smart arse who loves to push the boundaries, you could say he has an unhealthy addiction to telling it like it is, especially when it will hurt someone else's feelings.
Arrogance and brutal honesty aside, Titanium can be a relatively sensitive guy, that is when he remember how to not be obnoxious. If the guy likes you enough he may go so far as to let you cry on his shoulder, I wouldn’t hold my breath though as it’s pretty hard to meet the standards of someone so in love with himself. He does have his moments though, when he is no longer dazzled by his own brilliance and indulges in a selfless act, but again, I wouldn’t count on it. If there were a wolrd championship for being unreliable, Titanium would win it.
Deep down, far beneath the layers and layers of arrogance and self-admiration - usually when he's alone - Titanium is relatively placid and withdrawn. He throws himself out in to the spotlight; creating the facade of an adrenaline junking, who thrives on making everyone around him feel terrible to make himself feel better. He suffers from what a psychologist would happily diagnose as a lack of self-confidence and a superiority complex. In fact what he really suffers from is neglect.
Afraid to give himself to anyone he gives himself to everyone, using a false personality and placing a mask in front of his true face; Titanium tries to overcome his short comings and hides his weaknesses by stepping all over everyone else’s.