Post by Triell on Mar 17, 2013 23:22:58 GMT -5
Triell
"It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our
hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover
impotence. "
• Versia •
[/u][/center]hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover
impotence. "
• Versia •
[/size][/blockquote]Full Name: Triell
Nick-Name(s): N/A
Gender: Brute
Age: 4 Years old
RankDesired:Alpha Male
Pack: Versia
Canon/Original/Wanted Ad: Original
[/size][/blockquote]Eye Color: Dark amber
Pelt: His pelt is a sleek ebony shade and is course and long, and has a few strands of silver on his rump and muzzle. His muzzle is scarred with teeth marks and his eyes has a narrow scar over it. Triell's tail is thick and bushy, and he has shorter fur on his legs.
Build: Triell is a very lean, yet bulky, young male. Triell has never been one to be thin, though he isn't exactly fat. His back leg is slightly messed up, and he does not run well on it. His chances of becoming a fighter are slim because of his back leg, though his muscles in every other part of his body are more than capable of handling the effort and strain put on a fighter.
Weight: 156
Permanent Markings: His right leg is littered with scars.
Other: [Anything Else]
[/size][/blockquote]Likes:
- Fighting
- Storms
- Solitude
- Hunting
- Sleeping
Dislikes:
- Peace
- Bright lights
- Most other wolves
- Fires
- People bossing him around.
Strengths:
- Fast
- Agile
- Strong
- Fearless
- Violent
Weaknesses:
- Anti-social
- Sometimes overly violent
- Harsh
- Can't swim well
- Quick to anger.
Overall Personality: Overall, Triell is a violent young brute. He is quick to fight and he almost always ends it on his own terms. Triell has no problems with killing another creature, even if in his own pack. Triell rules the Versia with an iron paw and does not tolerate weakness in any wolf. Despite his over confidence and anti-socialness, he is a loyal wolf. Wherever he places his allegence, you are sure to find him in that same place until the day he leaves this world.
Triell has always been a bit of a loner. He was born to be a killed/fighter, but after his leg was messed up, Triell turned to picking verbal fights, and if they led to physical action, he'd gladly fight back. He tends to act without thinking, and although he fesses up to his mistakes and such, he is very stubborn and egocentric. He seldomly tries to find a diplomatical way out of things, and he despises anything to do with love. Triell has a very dark mind, and he often imagines certain ways to watch other wolves suffer and die. He's never been as violent as he has been recently, but he's always been vicious and brutal. As a pup growing up, he was told never to show mercy, or fear, or pain; he still follows those words. He's never shown mercy to anyone, never shown how afraid he has been, and has never backed down from a fight, even though he might kill the other wolf.
[/size][/blockquote]Dam: Desani
Sire: Doreian
Sibling(s): N/A
Other: N/a
History: Triell was born into a very large pack, and surprisingly was the only pup out of the litter of 6 to survive. His mother grew ill during the whelping and died just moments after he and his siblings were born. Triell was the eldest of them all and was ripped from his mother's still swollen belly and thrown into his aunt's den to be nursed by her.
Growing up in such a large pack, Triell hardly ever saw his father -- the Beta of the pack. He grew up mostly alone, as the Alpha's had yet to produce any offspring. As the Heat took the faes over during his 6th moon, the Alpha chased his father from the pack. Suddenly alone, the alpha had no choice but to take Triell on as an adopted pup.
From then on, Triell was raised to fight and kill with no hesitation. By his second summer, Triell was one of the best fighters the pack had seen since his father. However, as the heat overtook the fae's once more, he too was chased from the packlands.
For many moons, Triell wandered on his own, scavenging what he could and sleeping very little. He then came upon the Versia lands, currently under the rein of Cazre, an aging brute. Cazre took Triell under his wing, and when he passed on, the lands of Versia fell onto Triell.
Alias: - C Box Name - A.rsenal
Age: Seventeen
Experience: 8 years
Other Characters: N/A
How Did You Find WoD?: Created it.
Roleplay Example: Freakishly old RP sample
Triell lounged in the shade of one of the larger Pine trees that littered the moist ground of the Blitzbane lands. His young eyes were already burdened by the sights of death and murder -- but he did not mind. the earth beneath his paws trembled as a roll of thunder echoed acrossed the area, his head lifting to gaze into the darkness of the Shades Forest. The storm was at the Kiken's lands. He 'hump' and rose to his feet, following a narrow strip of rocks to a small bush filled with berries and herbs. He recognized them, of course, as poisoness, and couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he ate them.
No one is his pack would care probably. Blitzbane was a pack for the fit, not weak. And right now, Triell was acting like a weak, scared little pup who wanted nothing more than to curl up against his mother and sleep everything away. A part of Triell did yearn for that, all the time -- but, the majoirty of him loathed his mother and his old pack. Their cruel ways shapped him into the pup he was today -- cruel, vicious, cocky, and strong. The Six-month old brute let his maw crinkle up with disgust at such thoughts of missing his mother.
Swatting at the plant's poisons, the young brute let out a deep snarl, the hide on his muzzle trembling as his lips drew back to bar his teeth. He was home now, as home as he would ever be. He had a mentor, the only father figure he had ever known, and his pack mate Argon was there too -- Blitzbane was now his home, Blitzbane was his family, and the pack would forever have his loyalty.
Looking around him, Triell let his thoughts wander. His paws danced gently against the dry ground as he shiffted his weight from one side to the other. He needed something to do -- something to fight... and then, he saw it. A small log, not much bigger than he, lay in the middle of the small area he had been lounging in. The pup's eyes darkened as a smirk crossed his dark lips. His body got lower and lower, his shoulders rolling as his paws kneeded the ground delicatly. 'Not a sound!' His eyes reamined firmly on the stick before pouncing, his back legs flinging him forwards as his front legs stretched out, grabbing the stick and digging his claws into the bark.
He snarled and growled, biting and clawing at the large stick, rolling onto his back as he wrestled with it. It seemed, for a fleeting moment, that Triell was truly a pup, but with such viscious strikes and snarls, it was easy to tell that he had a dark heart. Many claimed that he truly was Vladimir's pup, for the two had the same dark desire and lust for a good fight. However, the two knew that they truly were not related -- even though Triell wished they were. To have a father like Vlad would be one of the biggest joys of his life -- if not the only joy.
Triell stopped his assult on the motionless stick before sighing and picking it up, beginning to throw it around in boredom. The young brute had no idea where everyone else was, and was beginning to think that he'd be alone for the rest of the day. He could handle it of course, but he was just so bored!
No one is his pack would care probably. Blitzbane was a pack for the fit, not weak. And right now, Triell was acting like a weak, scared little pup who wanted nothing more than to curl up against his mother and sleep everything away. A part of Triell did yearn for that, all the time -- but, the majoirty of him loathed his mother and his old pack. Their cruel ways shapped him into the pup he was today -- cruel, vicious, cocky, and strong. The Six-month old brute let his maw crinkle up with disgust at such thoughts of missing his mother.
Swatting at the plant's poisons, the young brute let out a deep snarl, the hide on his muzzle trembling as his lips drew back to bar his teeth. He was home now, as home as he would ever be. He had a mentor, the only father figure he had ever known, and his pack mate Argon was there too -- Blitzbane was now his home, Blitzbane was his family, and the pack would forever have his loyalty.
Looking around him, Triell let his thoughts wander. His paws danced gently against the dry ground as he shiffted his weight from one side to the other. He needed something to do -- something to fight... and then, he saw it. A small log, not much bigger than he, lay in the middle of the small area he had been lounging in. The pup's eyes darkened as a smirk crossed his dark lips. His body got lower and lower, his shoulders rolling as his paws kneeded the ground delicatly. 'Not a sound!' His eyes reamined firmly on the stick before pouncing, his back legs flinging him forwards as his front legs stretched out, grabbing the stick and digging his claws into the bark.
He snarled and growled, biting and clawing at the large stick, rolling onto his back as he wrestled with it. It seemed, for a fleeting moment, that Triell was truly a pup, but with such viscious strikes and snarls, it was easy to tell that he had a dark heart. Many claimed that he truly was Vladimir's pup, for the two had the same dark desire and lust for a good fight. However, the two knew that they truly were not related -- even though Triell wished they were. To have a father like Vlad would be one of the biggest joys of his life -- if not the only joy.
Triell stopped his assult on the motionless stick before sighing and picking it up, beginning to throw it around in boredom. The young brute had no idea where everyone else was, and was beginning to think that he'd be alone for the rest of the day. He could handle it of course, but he was just so bored!
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