Post by //Ramen. on Jul 22, 2009 17:41:35 GMT -8
Ghost
[/color]”You cannot kill what is already dead.”
[/center]B E H I N D . T H E . M A S K
[/center][/color]Name:Stephanie
Age:19
Contact Information:Here =D
S T A N D . U P . S T R A I G H T
[/center][/color]Name:Ghost
Pronunciation:Gohst
Meaning: the soul of a dead person, a disembodied spirit imagined, usually as a vague, shadowy or evanescent form, as wandering among or haunting living persons.
Titles Given: The White Devil, The Unholy Monster, or The White Ghost
Nicknames:None
Birthday: December 13th, 2003
Age: 6 ½
Pack:None
Alignment & Loyalties:None
S M I L E . L I K E . Y O U . M E A N . I T
[/center][/color]Pelt: Pure White
Marking’s: A silver 666 marks his left flank
Eyes:A light silver, flecked with aqua
Figure: 6ft. from nose to tail
Height:36in at the shoulder
Weight:130
Breed:Arctic/Grey
Voice Tone:Baritone
Basic Description:
Ghost has unnaturally big paws, when splayed they reach between four and five inches across. From toe nails to heel they are six inches, and his toe nails are pure ebony in color. They carry no flaws. His legs are long and heavy set, they are powerful and most of the prey he chases barely escapes this brute. His body is well muscled and thick looking. He has a broad chest and high set shoulders. His back legs are shorter than his front giving him a slight resemblance to a German Shepherd Dog. His thighs a muscular and strong and his tail is hung straight between his hocks. He has a thick neck and large head. His ears are long and taper off into a sharp point, his eyes are set farther apart and his nose is long and thick. His two front canines hang over the lower lip, and are slightly longer than the average.
There are three parts to Ghosts coat.
Part 1: A thin layer of white hairs, close to that of a fairly short haired dog. Like that of a dashund it is smooth and very soft. It is water proof and keeps his skin safe from the cold that try’s to get in.
Part 2: A thicker under coat, keeps his warm from the cold and protects him from getting hurt during a fight. He usually looses it during the spring and summer months.
Part 3: The topcoat is wiry and hard, it fluffs out and makes Ghost seem bigger than he actually is. A thick amount runs along his spine and tail. Stopping at his crown and flowing around his neck and chest, almost like the mane of a lion.
Played by://Ramen.
C R O S S . M Y . H E A R T
[/center][/color]Likes:
[+]Death
[+]Destruction
[+]Females
[+]Fighting
[+]Being a Smartass
[+]Challenging Authority
[+]Messing with those stronger and weaker than he is
Strengths:
[+]Smooth Talker
[+]Handsome
[+]Witty
[+]Intelligent
[+]Has the balls to back up his shit talking
Life Goals None at the moment
Dislikes
[-]Cockiness
[-]Authority
[-]Males
[-]Whelps
[-]Sympathy
Weakness':
[-]Cockiness
[-]Females
[-]Authority
[-]Doesn’t know when to shut his mouth
[-]Has the balls to back up his shit talking
Past Illness/Injuries:
He has too many injuries to name, and all scars are hidden by his thick pelt
Personality
Ghost is unpredictable. He lives for himself and only himself. He will kill all who cross him and he rarely ever gets close to anyone. He is secretive and for most of his life has been a loner. He is a brutal man killer and will take down any beast that walks within a mile of his space. He is silent and subtle until you piss him off then he is like a bull during mating season. This is one male that will take what he wants and always come back for more. He loves the taste of blood and will usually tear a small hole into the vixen he forces, licking her sweet crimson as it flows into his open jowls. He has sired many whelps but knows nothing of them or where they are. He is emotionless and psychotic.
W A Y . B A C K . W H E N
[/center][/color]Grand Sire: Taur
Grand Dame: Tiran
Sire:Dramida
Dame: Amatarasu
Brother/’s:Spirit Walker, and Shaman
Sister/’s Storm Chaser, and Blood of the Rose
Other Kin:None
Closest Friend:None
Interest/’s:None
Courting:None
Courted by:None
Mate The one who catches his heart will be very lucky
Whelps:He has many pups but he only knows of Isis
History:
Born in the dead of winter, 4 other’s fighting to gain nourishment from the vessel that brought them into this hellish world, deaf and blind for the first few weeks, depending on something that wouldn’t always be there. The warmth of the others was soothing, and the only thing each of them would know for the first month. Once they where strong enough to leave the birthing den, it was a whole new sensation to the alabaster whelp. Now that he could see the world around him, he found that everyone was darker than he was. He blended in perfectly with the snow and the others stuck out like a sore thumb.
The paleness was a curse, the pack was never mean to him or anything but to Ghost it was the worst thing in the world. It sparked the darkness that would follow him into adulthood. He pressed so hard to be better than everyone, to show to himself that he wasn’t different. But it was never enough for him. Internal demons laughed and kept him awake at night, trying to figure out a way to blend in. He had once even rolled in the soot of a tree, but it matted his fur once it got wet. Frustration built within the yearling and when Buntu beat him over a friendly sparring match Ghost lost it.
Following the unsuspecting Buntu into the forest, Ghost unleashed his demons. Buntu ran for his life but Ghost was not going to let his prey escape so easily. Strong legs carried Ghost easily upon the unsteady ground, Buntu tried to hide but Ghost found him with ease. Buntu pleaded for his life but the inner demons egged Ghost on, taunting him that he didn’t have the guts to kill such a prized pack member. Ghost towered over the other male, pulling back lips into a snarl he lunged for the neck. Blood gushed filling the gaping hole at the back of Ghost’s neck. Pulling away he spat, chocking and coughing. Horrified with what he had done he made his way back to the pack. Alabaster coat matted with blood, he was soon chased from the land and exiled.
Destined to walk life alone, he seeks little companionship and haunts the dreams and lives of those he preys on.
[Dude the history sucked at the end… I will fix it laterz]
W I S H . Y O U . W E R E . H E R E
[/center][/color]Views on Life and Death:
Life:Life is something you don’t choose, you are simply thrown into the world and then you have to fend for yourself. Some live life perfectly fine, no worries, no trouble. Life for me has been a living hell; I’m not sure if I’ve made it this way or if I was born this way. But the demons still don’t sleep, and they often taunt me. There is no help for me now, don’t try to save me…
Death: Death is something one can choose, but like life some are often taken before their time due to the choice of another. I enjoy taking the lives of others, it quiets the demons for some time and the feel of blood gushing into my mouth is heavenly. I’m not sure if I have a choice in my death or not, right now I’m not even sure I’m alive. Can one die if they are already dead?
Views on Purity:
Purity is a joke, none of the pure are truly pure. In war do they not slaughter others to save their own lives? They can think what they want but the dark knows the truth. They can be just as fucked up as we are, but they have immunity against being dark because it was to protect themselves. I tense at the thought of anything pure, although there is one good thing to being pure. The females trust easily, especially if you become their knight in shining armor. They soon learn not to trust everything that looks pure like them.
Views on Darkness:
Darkness is warm, it’s where I found my home. I feel perfectly natural in the darkness of my soul. Most pure would find it scary and unbearable, but they have a lot to learn. We are not simply horrible for the fun of it, well sometimes. We have pasts that have shaped us into this, we aren’t simply born this way… or are we? I’m sure we aren’t born like this, look at my daughter Isis. She was pure through and through and then he got a hold of her. After I killed him she wouldn’t talk to me, and now she walks the same path of darkness as I. Perhaps someday she will see through the façade that he put into her head. But till then I can’t push her, she’ll come back to me. They always do.
Views on the Pack:
I destroy them, they are nothing but scared animals living and fighting for each other. It’s sickening, how weak does one have to be to join a pack? I’ve fended for myself many times over and I’m still alive. Why can’t others? Are they to weak or do they just chose to be lazy? Perhaps there is something in being Alpha. You control everything, if one member steps wrong you can punish them with how you see fit. But still I do that anyway…
Views on Her/Himself:
I’ve grown to accept myself over the years, I’m still not perfection and the demons still taunt me but I’m not like I was way back then. I’ve come to terms that one like myself cannot achieve true perfection, but it still doesn’t stop me from killing. I’ve grown used to taking the lives of others, hell I’ve grown used to bringing new life into this world as well, pure, dark, and neutral? They’re all the same in my book, and most of the time they all fall for a handsome brute that is willing to put his life on the line to save them in any way shape or form. Most of them regret ever meeting me, and my name either leaves a sour taste in their mouths or brings fear. It all depends on how our first meeting ended up. Not all females where as willing as others…
RPG Sample:
Delicate mitts place silently upon the baron ground beneath, odd-eyed pearls scan the desolate area. Sigh escapes porcelain jowls; her long journey is now yet over. The severity of the winter has dwindled, but she can taste on the wind that it is not yet over. Filling her lungs with air she continues on, her slow gait quickening with every step. Her mind races knowing that without sustenance she cannot survive amongst the skeletons that tower above her. The scent of stale blood catches her attention, she stops to investigate. Bleached bone and dried skin are all that is left of what used to be a wolf, she estimates by its size it wasn’t more then a yearling when it came to its final resting place. The reality of what this place can do settles like a rock in her gut. She scans the area once more, and see’s no end in sight. A quick impish smile forms as the sleeping creature on her back stirs. "Welcome back to reality Sindri, did you enjoy resting while I did all the work?" She turned her head and nipped the albino mink. He quickly nipped her back before yawning, and looking around before answering her. ‘I did, but it seems we have come to a place we did not expect to see on this journey.’ Slinking down her left front leg he bounced off a few feet ahead of her. "Sindri I’ve been through worse, you do know I was near death when those loners found me." He turned to look at her. ‘Of course I know Ásdís; I had the worst hunger pains, even when my stomach was full.’ His stomach gurgled as he hopped back to her, slinking back to his resting place. ‘I’m assuming there isn’t any food around here is there?’ Sighing Ásdís rolled her eyes as she continued on, neither of them knew what lay beyond, and neither knew if they could survive another day on the dry desolate wasteland they currently occupied.
The end of the dead forest came into Ásdís’s sight as the sun began falling; darkness quickly engulfed the pair as they slipped past the last of dead forest. It was colder in the valley, Ásdís surveyed the surrounding’s the best that she could. Her finding’s told her they where between two mountains, her mind quickly drifted to the plush carpet beneath her. It felt nice to have something soft soothing her aching pads. It was obvious now how much damage she had done to them, she chuckled silently to herself before finding a bush to shelter herself and Sindri under. It didn’t take long for the tired she-wolf to fall into a deep slumber. Sindri on the other hand had other things on his mind. Dawn was creeping into the valley when Ásdís finally cracked open her eyelids. She yawned and stood up to stretch her cold muscles. Looking around she noticed two hares in a pile near her. Touching them gently with her pad she noticed they where still warm. She looked around for Sindri and noticed him curled up inside the bush. Her stomach gurgled and she quickly delved into the morsels at her feet, taking care to finish off both carcasses before waking her sleeping companion. Prodding him gently with two of her toes she hissed into his ear. "Sindri wake up, we have to get going." With a grumble and a yawn the mink woke, sighing he climbed up to his perch. "Thank you Sindri." She smiled at him before starting off toward their unknown destination once more.
The sun was climbing higher as the day wore on, and still the valley was cold. Being between two monstrosities kept it shaded, Ásdís and Sindri would pass through slivers of sun but most of their journey through the valley was in shaded darkness. Like the dead forest the valley seemed to never end, but at least it was prettier to look at, and Sindri had managed to find food for them here. As the sun reached it the middle of the sky the pair reached the end of the darkness and found a field engulfed in blooming flowers. The perfume was tantalizing and Ásdís enjoyed brushing against the sweet smelling flowers as she made her way through them. She liked the sun warming her cold coat, and decided it would be better if they walked at a slower pace. She was enjoying this part of the journey, but she knew it would have to end sooner or later. Sindri enjoyed taking it slow for once, but he knew they would be loosing daylight and they needed to find somewhere they could shelter themselves for the night. The flowers where pretty but they provided no cover for the pair. Nipping Ásdís on the ear he told her to get a move on before they got themselves lost.
Growling at the mink she quickly agreed after another nip to her ear. Moving into a fast paced canter they reached the end of the flowers before the sun started to go down. Ásdís decided to go farther in search of a good place to bed for the night. Before the long the pair could hear the swift currents of a river. Ásdís decided it would be better to bed down near a water source and they quickly came upon the perfect place to rest. Bedding down beneath a drooping bush Ásdís decided to take a nap and Sindri decided to head toward the river to fish for food. When Ásdís opened her eyes the sun was close to setting and Sindri was munching on part of a fish that was close by. Ásdís had gotten used to the odd taste of the aquatic animals that Sindri would bring to her and she enjoyed most of them. Gutting the fish she found a morsel that was new to her. A sack filled with small odd colored things, turning to Sindri she asked. "Sindri what is this odd thing?" He finished licking the oil from his paws before hopping over to her. ‘That my dear Ásdís is the egg sack; it is quite a delicacy for most animals like me.’ Ásdís stuck her tongue out and wrinkled her face with disgust. ‘Don’t give me that look Ásdís, here I’ll show you.’ He ripped open the sack and licked up a few of the eggs. ‘Try some.’ He nudged some of the eggs towards the white wolf. She lapped up a few and was surprised by the burst of flavor they let out as they popped between her teeth. Sindri and Ásdís shared the eggs and after they where gone Ásdís finished the rest of the fish.
The sun had finally set and the moon took its place in the sky as Ásdís watched Sindri swim in the river. She enjoyed lazing about and watching her companion play; it was almost like having a whelp to look after. She took care of Sindri and he took care of her, she was glad to have him with her. She may have died long ago if it wasn’t for the little mink. Getting up she looked at herself in the clear water, she had lost most of her weight. She knew she hadn’t been eating properly, and often she went hungry hours after eating what Sindri had managed to catch. It wasn’t his fault; he didn’t know that wolves needed bigger animals to sustain themselves. She smiled as he came back to shore. "I’m glad you can finally burn off that energy my friend." She licked him behind the ears before settling in the half hole she had made for herself. He dried himself before snuggling against her, they slept peacefully until morning. Both woke and stretched, Ásdís noticed a massive rock formation jutting from the earth in front of them. Staring at it intently she knew that it was that place where she would finally find peace.
Without hesitation she plunged into the ice cold river and swam to the bank on the other side. Sindri had no choice but to follow and soon they where both safe and soaked sitting on the other side. Grabbing the wet mink between her kissers she ran, galloping toward the rock formation in the distance. It drew her in, like a magnet she didn’t know what she would find their but she knew it held the answer she was searching for. The slim body in her mouth protested strongly and loudly but the blood in her ears pounded, nothing could stop her now. Her pads bleeding and bruised stung as sand and other debris lodged deep inside. Her breathing became labored and her body hot, she needed to reach the destination and fast, the moment her lungs where about to give in to the exhaustion, she stopped. Dropping Sindri she sat, she had reached the mouth of her destiny. Her nostrils flared violently as they picked up the scents that wafted from every inch of the land she was on. She was in the very heart of a land owned by a pack of wolves; she knew the brutality that trespassers would go through. Every inch of her body shook violently; she tilted her maw skywards and let her song play out. Calling for acceptance and calling forth the alpha. Sindri looked at her like she was crazed, and for a moment Ásdís thought that she might be.
