Post by Sabriel on Mar 27, 2010 22:08:54 GMT -5
[/color]Sabriel Torein.
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Dark in the city night is a wire
Steam in the subway earth is afire[/font][/size]
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The days I spent
So cold, so hungry
Were full of hate
I was so angry
The scars run deep inside
This body
There's things I'll take
To my grave [/color][/font]
+Getting to know the real you,
is just as important+
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Woman you want me give me a sign
And catch my breathing even closer behind
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++++Your name:
Andi
++++Your Age:
Seventeen.
++++Your Gender:
Female.
+Character Information+
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In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
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++++Full Name:
Sabriel Aluin Torein.
++++Nicknames:
Sab, Bree(Although he hates it), Aluin.
++++ Age:
Six.
++++ Gender:
Male.
++++Species:
Eastern Wolf. Canis Lycaon
++++Pack:
Blizzard Moon.
[/color][/blockquote][/center]+The Personals+
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Smell like I sound I'm lost in a crowd.
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
++++Likes + 5:
-Silence.
-Dominance.
-Responsibility.
-Something to protect.
-Wandering aimlessly.
++++Dislikes + 5:
-Large crowds.
-Losing control of himself.
-Death of a loved one.
-Feeling weak.
-Himself.
++++ Interesting Habits + 5:
-Sabriel hates to be away from those he cares about and will usually follow or at least keep an eye on them constantly. He is an amazing father figure, though he is not currently interested in pups of his own.
-If Sabriel is put in to a difficult situation where his anger is peaked, or his irritation reaches a certain point, he will lose control of himself and act on impulse and violent instinct.
++++ Secrets + 2:
-Sabriel took part in murdering his pack's Dragga and Drappa.
-Sabriel is distant with other wolves when he can help it. He is afraid of hurting them.
++++Strengths + 4:
-He is a very large wolf in size, very muscular.
-A born leader or follower, whatever is best for the situation.
-Very loyal, if you can earn his respect.
-Has been trained for fighting and hunting, very good with his strength and agility.
++++Weaknesses + 4:
-He is afraid of hurting those he cares about and will avoid conflict if it is unnecessary in his opinion.
-Usually acts on instinct, even if the result may be fatal.
-Isn't concerned with his own health.
-Covers up any "unhealthy" emotions. Is usually indifferent and neutral with his actions and will try his best to show nothing else, even if it is important.
+So this is how you look?+
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Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt I'm after you.
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++++Hair:
His pelt is very thick and rich, adapted to the cold chilly weather of Alaska where he was born.
++++Eyes:
Chocolate. His eyes will grow dark if he is angry or about to "lose himself".
++++Weight:
200 pounds.
++++Body type:
Bree is a very large wolf in height and width. Very little of his weight is fat and every bit muscle. He towers over most wolves, male and female.
++++Coat/Fur Color:
White is mixed with the blunt color of sand, both of which are dominated by a rich, darker brown that cloaks the upper half of his body and face. Nothing looks out of place on his pelt.
[/color][/blockquote][/center]+What Happened Back Then+
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Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf
++++Birthplace:
Alaska.
++++Parents:
Bree doesn't remember his parents. He was pulled away as soon as he could walk to be trained for combat amongst the other male wolves of his pack, which he later found was a conspiracy against his Drappa and Dragga.
++++ Siblings:
He has no siblings.
++++ History (at least three paragraphs:
Sabriel never had the chance to grow up happy. His birth went exceedingly well, he was a strong, healthy pup. The kind of newborn that was not privileged enough to choose his own destiny. By the law of the pack Sabriel was to be taken away from his mother and father, without even learning their names or faces, and prepared for the vigorous training he would endure when he turned the appropriate age.
From there he was put through numerous situations where he was to learn the meaning of discipline and how to ignore the affliction. Sabriel gained an incredible tolerance to pain, exceeding most of his teachers in their own game and passing up through the unofficial rank at very surprising age. By the time he was two years old the Lupo had learned to become an emotionless brick wall, to block out any emotion that could get in the way of his task; brutality. He was trained to become a weapon. For the good of the pack they convinced him, and he complied with his best efforts and succeeded brilliantly. Sabriel had become a monster mentally, and even more so physically. With little help from the pack the wolf grew and grew, ascending over the other male's in his league, dominating in size and intelligence.
His muscles ripened from the training he endured day and night, becoming thick and nearly impenetrable under a gruff, chunky coat of magnificent earth tones. He was blessed with a body of power and speed, the perfect pawn in the pack's little game, albeit the knowledge of the Drappa and Dragga.
Only days before his third birthday were the wolves told of their objective in this courageous occupation. None of them chose this path but all had been taught to obey. So when the instructions were given, none of the brute's hesitated or questioned the decision. All of them were slaves, obedient mongrels in a conspiracy against the only thing keeping their pack back home in one piece; Their leaders.
That night the Dragga and Drappa were murdered at the hand of Sabriel and his comrades, because someone told him to do it and he had learned that disobedience was not acceptable. He was a murderer. A beast. Disgusting. Only when the scene had cleared and what was left of the pack had escaped did he realize the severity and deceit of the situation. What he had done was not okay, and he would take it to his grave.
The burly wolf, ashamed and confused, fled from those lands as soon as he had the opportunity. No one expected their capital student to abandon them, so no one pursued Sabriel as he ran and ran. By exhausting himself, pushing himself to the limit, his mind told him the more distance he covered the less he had been involved. By the time he finally collapsed he realized that it was impossible to erase what he had done. He would have to live with it for the rest of his life, and the thought nearly drove him to suicidal insanity.
Luckily, as he picked himself up and debated the best solution during the next few devastating weeks, another wolf stumbled in to his life. Remi was clearly incapable of taking care of himself. He was weak, and at first, this disgusted the older wolf. However, he was trying to redeem himself of the murder of his Alpha's, and so, he took on the responsibility of babysitting the lude pup. The two fled from Alaska, neither questioning the others motives, and got along quite nicely. Bree even discovered he didn't mind this new emotion; compassion. Maybe even love, though he would never admit it.
The two wolves were close and Sabriel knew that Remi relied on him for pretty much everything. Still, the massive Eastern had this horrible anxiety growing in the back of his mind. He was still a monster, a creature who did not know anything but cruelty, brutality and murder. Reluctantly he decided to leave this family too. One night while the younger wolf was sleeping soundly, he slipped off and covered his tracks.
Just recently the two have been reunited. Completely accidental, and although Sabriel's harsh instincts and tough impulse told him to leave it alone and let Remi fend for himself, the soft ache in his chest convinced him otherwise. He had become something important to someone, and not for the wrong reasons. Against his judgment and what he had been taught the first couple years of his life, he took on the challenge of caring for another and decided that finding a new pack would be the best way to keep Remi safe.
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Stalked in the forest too close to hide
I'll be upon you by the moonlight side
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