[Leader Please] Crawling In My Skin

Izaak · 08-05-2010, 02:05 PM

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Table & Coding © Anna;
1. Character Name: Izaak Ulrich
2. Character Birthdate (including year): November 13, 2009
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Species: 75% Coyote/25% New Guinea Singing Dog
5. Gender: Male
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). AIM = KinkyFetishFiend
7. Currently played characters: None
8. How you found 'Souls: Couldn't stay away; needed someone while Lotus is finding himself
9. Initial post:

The young shifter had found his way to Canada. It had taken months to figure out just where his family was. Or well, his father and uncle really. His mother had spoken of them often but she had passed on now. Sascha had eated her, or so Izaak believed. How was he to know that he was the actual cause of demise? Actually he had no idea as to a number of horrific things that he had done. Like disfiguring his brother/cousin. He had no idea that he was behind that. The boy was darker than he knew that he was. He was capable of things he never actually thought about. But given who his family was how could anything less be expected? The somewhat naive boy had the capability of becoming a murderer during his blackout moments. During those times it was like he was possessed by a demon or something. There wasn't a trace of Izaak left in the body at all.

That didn't have to be worried about for now though. He was still in the right state of mind. Then again there wasn't anything that he desperately wanted at the moment that he would have to switch into an altered state of mind in order to obtain. Sometimes the blackouts weren't random at all. Sometimes they had purpose behind them. Not that his conscious mind was inducing them. How could it when Izaak had no idea that he even had blackouts? By his own standards the boy thought himself completely normal. Or at least one of the most normal in relations to his family. But then again Sascha probably had him beat on that since his brother/cousin couldn't talk so none would ever know just what was going on in his head.

The boy ended up finding himself at the borders of Inferni. Normally he would have just waltzed right in for his thought processes didn't see anything wrong with that since he had learned that he had family here. If family was here then why shouldn't he be allowed to waltz right in? It was the decorations that stopped him from doing that though. The skulls interested him and he took it upon himself to rearrange them. He took down one of the larger ones and one of the smaller ones, placing each on a hand like a puppet. "RAWR! I EATS JU!" Or so said the smaller skull. "Nein! Dich sind zu klein." The large skull replied in return. "I EATS JU TEEFS!" Again the small skull retorted. "Zähne sind zu schwer zu essen." The nonsensical conversation was continued. Apparently the boy was good at entertaining himself since he was sitting on the ground and having the skulls talk to each other.

Razekiel Lykoi · 08-05-2010, 04:44 PM

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All of Inferni's members, if they saw this post IC: *COLLECTIVE FACEPALM*

He meandered a majority of the day, but Razekiel hardly knew where he had been. As always, he walked with his head in the clouds—or, to be more exact, a cloud he himself had conjured, thanks to the toxic tobacco stick at the tip of his tongue. It played wonders in his head, toying with his every thought and making the dark and grim Inferni a rainbowed paradise, his eyes seeing the skull-tipped posts lining the borders as tall-standing sprouts, the skinless face like a petalless blossom, and yet still glowing with beauty in every way. Razekiel grinned at each as he passed by, stepping on wobbly knees, touching some as he would a timid animal. His sauntering wound in and out of the posts as he wandered the borders, his mind clear of a destination or purpose, but filled to the brim with musings of beauty and freedom.

His half-mooned eyes fell upon a stranger, gazing lazily at him through the rose lenses on his nose, and had no hesitation to move forward. The prince had nothing to be afraid of anymore, he found, with the protection of Inferni at his back and the reputation they had built up for themselves; he still did not consider himself one of them, of course, but knew himself to be if only by name and blood. But here, what was this stranger doing? Skulls on his fists like puppets, goggling at each other, and from his mouth sprouted some foreign sound the coyote could not recognize. Another language! Razekiel took his in his mind and held it close, eyes watching the boy's activity for a short while longer. "Radical," the prince grinned, edging closer.

"Greetings, brother," the half-brained hippie said, raising his arms wide open in a broad welcome—and unwittingly wrapped them around the stranger in a tight embrace before releasing him. "You must not be from around here, man, you'd know better than to touch those. What brings you to the Inferni groove train, man? Razekiel—ahh, that's me, ahaha—I can help, maybe."

Izaak · 08-06-2010, 01:38 AM

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Table & Coding © Anna; Awwe, not like Izaak is much better. After all he is sitting on the ground and making the skulls have a dumb conversation.

The boy squeaked, yep German coyotes squeak when squeezed, when he was hugged. Of course he ended up just laughing it off and returning the gesture. With a grin upon his maw the smaller skull was held for the other to take. "Yous tries too?" The offer was given and followed quickly by the large skull speaking. "Sind dich ein gopher?" Of course the silly conversation was picked up again, the teeth on the skull clicking together as it was made to speak once again. At least this time Izaak was playing with puppets instead of just directly talking to himself. It made him seem at least a tad bit more sane. Not that such was actually the case.

Just as he hadn't forgotten that he was questioned either. Rather he was enjoying the little show that was being put on. Or he was at least until he noticed the glasses that the was wearing. This prompted him to get quickly to his feet, his two tails swaying behind him, leaving the skullo n the ground. He had Sascha's tail tied to his own as he usually did. It was a gift from his brother so it was only right to wear it all the time. Or almost all the time. But seeing as he didn't have clothing then he had to wear it or else he would lose it while traveling. But this other guy had something weird on his face. "Was sat?" He questioned, leaning in close tot he other to peer and point at the glasses. He had never seen anything such as them before.

"I heres ta fine me Daddy an Unky Cotl." The question was answered in a delayed fashion. He heard about his relative being here so he came to find them. Not that they would know anything about him? How could they since he had never met either of them. But that was exactly what he was planning on changing. Especially since he didn't have anyone else to go to with his mom being dead.

Razekiel Lykoi · 08-06-2010, 10:40 AM

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He was offered a skull and the chance to be a puppeteer, and as Izaak went back to his activity excitedly, Razekiel simply stood and watched, smiling pleasantly with the skull in his palm. For a peaceloving creature he might have been intimidating to hold the skull on an Inferni victim in his hands like a plaything, and yet he felt no change; the hippie had made bone whittling one of his few productive hobbies, Razekiel having a quiet, unspoken admiration for the pearly white color and hardiness.

The next thing he knew, the stranger was peering into his rose-tinted glasses with an indiscreet curiosity. The prince grinned, pulling them from his nose and willingly extending them in his palm. "Try, here," he said, nodding, then returned to the more important conversation at hand. He had heard of a Cotl, perhaps, but he didn't know faces well enough to discern exactly who the boy was descended from. He was young, however, and Razekiel could only assume he wasn't just visiting. "You looking to settle, man, or walk the Great Mother a little while longer? Either way, Gabe or my sunshine will be able to take you where you wanna go." That said, he cleared his throat politely, tipped his head to the sky, and released a long call at a loftiness only Razekiel could reach.

Izaak · 08-06-2010, 11:38 AM

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There was nothing that Izaak that could name him of any certain class. Not with the way that he bounced about. His interests went to whatever could hold his attention for the time being. And it had easily been displayed then. From skulls to accessories. He seemed unable to stick to one single subject for any length of time, let alone a single thread. It would seem that the youth got bored quite easily. His attention span not lasting for any length of time at all. But that was a habit that others would just have to get used to.

Izaak easily took the offered glasses and put them on. He tilted his head to the side as he stared through them. The world around him had shifted to an odd color and he wasn't sure why. It had been just fine before he had put the glasses on. A frown creased upon his lips as he mumbled to himself. "Seltsam..." But then suddenly seeming to remember the other was there he glanced back up at Razekiel. "Me have?" Or at least he was assuming that the glasses were a gift since they had been handed over to him.

It would be hard to guess at that since he didn't resemble his paternal lineage. His looks came from his mother's side. Though with Uncle Cotl being declared, and he only having a single brother, it would be easy to guess who the father was from that information. But the looks alone would give no hints since he was already taller than both his father and uncle. "I stay. Mommy got eated bys Sascha." Which pretty much meant that he had nowhere else to be. No other bit of family to turn to except for his siblings of the same age.

Kaena Lykoi · 08-09-2010, 12:07 PM

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