Silence

Sascha · 08-08-2010, 11:23 PM

1. Character Name: Sascha 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 = slvrwolf425
7. Currently played characters: None
8. How you found 'Souls: I've been here before but couldn't resist being away any longer. Plus J helped too. So you could say he's the reason I'm back :3
9. Initial post:

[html]

OOC here: Word Count: 370

Alone. He was alone as he traveled to his destination. After the death of his mother, he decided to seek out his father. Perhaps he would find his brother/cousin as well. Despite being afraid of him, he was the only one he trusted—not counting his sisters. He was only nine months old and yet, his body is decorated with scars. It was a miracle that the scratch on his left eye didn't blind him. However, the damage on his throat left him a mute. As he ambled along, with his club on his back, he blew raspberries. It was something he did often, like someone finding enjoyment in humming a tune. The sound didn't carry too far but if someone was close, they may hear it faintly. His eyes studied everything he could see. He was cautious by nature due to his upbringing. The sun shined down on his orange and cream coat, offering it's light and warmth.

Continuing to blow raspberries, adding noise to the quietness, his stubble of a tail laid limp. His face was in a scowl and there were no plans in changing it. He knew his father was where he was headed, it was just a matter of finding him. He wondered what would happen if he saw Izaak again. They were separated after their mother's death. Soon, a bird flew from a tree as he passed it. His working ear pivoted slightly out of reaction and his step hesitated. His ruby eyes locked onto it and watched as it flew away. He was deep in thought about many things that the sudden sound of flapping wings made him alert.

It wasn't long before he found the border of Inferni. The line, which was decorated with skulls, made it clear that he had made it. He chose not to carelessly cross the border. Instead, he stared at the skulls that seem to look back at him. He had no verbal way of letting others know he was there so he sat Indian style and stared at one of the skulls before him. With a frown still on his face, he continued to blow raspberries as he waited with his eyes glued on the figure.

Speaks

Cotl · 08-09-2010, 03:36 AM

[html]

OOC here: He hasn't met zak yet, so he doesn't know about the arrival of either of them. + 5

Cotl had been doing what was now tradition to him. Wake up, check hunting traps, (his own and Halo's now, and resetting both his own and Halo's tripped empty ones, and the ones who had prey would be picked up and taken back to the mansion later on when he made his way back) and then ride out around the borders until he made it either half way around or at least back to the mansion, and then maybe he'd stop at the mansion and then go back out and ride the rest of the borders of just do the whole thing in one sweep. Whichever one. Today, he had been in the beginning of his ride, and the sun had barely been up and the male had been out there in the early morning, just riding and collecting the corpses of the assorted animals that would get themselves caught in the traps. He'd been catching more prey than in the winter, so he had food to go around to his brother, himself, and even Halo and Itachi, but of course, the catches that would go to the woman would more than likely either be from her traps, or Cotl would just give her whatever he had extra of so she wouldn't let her child and herself go hungry. He was just a nice guy like that he would assume until he thought about it again and thought that he didn't want to be a nice guy like this place was making him. He tried being only nice to Infernians, but he also was kind to Aniwayans as well. Next, you'd think that he'd befriend some of the Dahlia wolves or some stupid shit like that. It made a frown adorn his handsome hybrid muzzle. He grunted lightly.

Maschine trotted along, Cotl armed with his sword on his back as he rode the stallion along the borders that were lines with the skulls that he placed there, or at least replaced since the border moving. Cotl snorted, he remembered when the Dahlian bastards came and destroyed a few of the pikes in which Cotl had to first, pull down branches tall enough and the two, find skulls to replace. Others helped with the killing of the wolves and the retrieval of the skulls while Cotl would either skin them or just put them on the pike and paint them if he felt the need to. But in the end it was his own hard work with some help from the others and the older skulls that had been there that had made the borders and warned wolves to stay away. Cotl was rather proud of the borders since he had to constantly work on it. He looked to some misplaced skulls and moved them towards the outside of the borders to the eyes would be looking at the intruders before he had seen an orange being off in a distance. His own ebon tipped shackles raised against the sword sheath as he had jabbed Maschine in the side. The stallion would take off under the male, and they took off full speed towards the male who was just....sitting outside of the borders.

It wouldn't take more than a minute and a half for him to pull the stallion to a stop in front of the being. The first thing he would have noticed was the huge scar right at the base of his throat, and then the ruby eyes and then the scar that was over that eye. The rust and coal hued beast would point his coal nose to the other male. He smelt of no pack, but he did have a vaguely familiar scent on him. Cotl's neck twitched to the right as his eyes sat upon the male and Cotl cleared his throat roughly before speaking. Cotl noticed that the male was a yote hybrid, since his muzzle had been more square, and he had a almost dingo-ish look to him that Cotl was a prime example of. Kid, dis isn't ein place to rest. Vhat ist your business vith Inferni? he asked, a frown still on his face that would match the other male's. Little did he know, that the frown that was on the other's face was identical to the one he held on his face. Little did he know that this child here...This child was his own flesh and blood. His own offspring that he didn't know that he had. He was just another pretty face for Inferni for now. Cotl knew nothing of this stranger.

Cotl Speaks

Sascha · 08-10-2010, 07:09 PM

[html]

OOC here:Got ya :3. Word Count: 432

He wasn't sure how long the wait would be nor did he care. Though, there were times he would contemplate on continuing his search. Cotl was his father and he was living within this pack land. However, he stayed where he was. This was probably the best decision. He sat there, looking up at one of the sculls. He was tempted to reach up and touch it out curiosity. Before he could bring himself to decide, he could hear the sound of someone approaching. At first, he couldn't understand what made such steps but when his ruby eyes fell upon a large dark figure with another riding it, he understood. The approach of another made him nervous. If there was a possibility, he would have hidden behind something. But there wasn't and so he could do nothing but just sit there. It was a matter of minutes before they were right before him. He took that moment to get a better look at the male on the horse with cautious eyes.

He flicked his working ear the moment the rider spoke. Though he listened to him, he couldn't help but stare at him. Cotl. It was Cotl. He was absolutely positive it was him. It wasn't only the twitch of the neck that made him realize this fact. His look was what also helped. Even though his father didn't know him, he knew him. He was told about him and was given everything he needed to find him. His eyes read less caution than before when he realized who had greeted him. He was content with the fact that his mission was now over, however, his face showed no such happiness. Instead, the frown never left his face. It didn't even falter. He lifted his slender pointer finger and pointed at him. Then he pointed to himself, resting the tip of his finger on his cream chest. To get his point clear, he placed the same finger on the ground and began tracing letters. First a "V" was traced. He did it slowly so that Cotl could follow. Then he traced the letter "A". Next was the letter "T" followed by the letters of "E" and "R". All the letters spelled out "Vater" and he hoped Cotl caught that. It was German for Father, no doubt he would know that. He rose to his feet as he looked up at him with that same scowl he had. His stance lacked confidence and his tail, what little he had, was slightly tucked between his legs; a stance he was normally displaying around others.

Cotl · 08-11-2010, 12:57 AM

[html]

OOC here: hover over german for translation

Cotl stared at the beast before him, the rust and cream fluff of fur and scars that was sitting before him. Bi-colored eyes stared hard at the base of the brute's neck where there was a huge scar. The male was young, his face being of youthful nature behind a frown that Cotl himself had worn in his youth, and even now. If Cotl spent enough time looking at himself in the mirror, he would know that the other had the same frown, but alas, he would not know this when seeing it in front of him like this, on a different face like this. Cotl instead would look at the youth's scarred face, and shoulders. His eyes were at his throat for quite some time, his mind wondering slightly as he thought about what could have happened that the male would be in such a condition. Wie ist Ihr Name?-SCHIESS- a twitch of his large ear would follow his words, he spoke in German for some odd reason, but the words felt more natural to speak with this being.

The actions of the male pointed his index finger to the cream chest of the beast. Cotl grunted lightly, the silence of the male being weird to the male. Cotl paid full attention to the male as he went though the means to communicate with him, without speaking a word. Cotl clear his throat as he spelt out a word that was familiar after pointing at Cotl with that same index finger he had pointed at himself. Cotl shook his head. Nein, I bares no childrenz. the male bent his audits back and he snorted lightly. Cotl denied the subtle hints that were looking at him in the face, literally. If you were to paint the man's muzzle black, and give the male a saddle he'd be mistaken for a large Cotl. wer deine Mutter ist? the male would ask as he then would shake his head again. Die fick? -NYEH- Vhy nicht sprechen? the male would ask the other, his tail twitching irritably. He didn't believe the male as of yet. He had no proof that he was his son. How old was this kid anyways?

Cotl Speaks

Sascha · 08-17-2010, 05:46 AM

[html]

OOC here: [Word Count: 336] YAY for new stuff! and hehehe love Cotl's avatar XD -- Hover for translation

He was silent, like always, as he returned the stare with his own. The corner of his mouth still curved downward as if he was displeased at something. He had found his father so of course he felt something other than displeasure. His face just didn't display such emotion. It may never show any signs of happiness. He could see where he got some of his features. The orange fur was from him, of course. He had noticed his father's eyes drifting to his throat but he didn't mind. He knew of the scar which occupied his neck would pull others' eyes upon it. When his father spoke, Sascha answered by tracing his fingers along the ground once more. SASCHA, he wrote with one slender finger. Of course, there was something extra other than requesting his name. He knew of his father's twitches and tourette's syndrome so he expected it.

He demonstrated what his business was by pointing at him and then pointing at himself followed by writing the word "Vater". He was trying to tell him that he was his son. He didn't expect him to immediately accept the truth since Cotl wasn't even there when he was born. Though, he hoped strongly that he would have agreed the moment he saw him. The only thing he could do was to shake his head yes to confirm it once more. Afterwards, he simply stared, as if waiting for him to change his mind. How else was he to prove he shared the same blood? He soon asked of his mother. DEAD he wrote once more. BRUDER, IZAAK, HAT MUTTER GEGESSEN. He wrote slow enough for him to read the entire thing. If he needed to, he would do it again; probably in a way he would fully understand. As for answering why he doesn't speak, he rested his pointer finger on the scar on his neck. Then he proceeded to write, MUTTER HAT DRAUßEN GERISSEN. Once again, he made sure he was able to follow.

WRITES

Cotl · 08-17-2010, 09:19 AM

[html]

OOC here: Ich muss diese Tabelle fixieren. und, you know the deal with the german. +3

That mirrored image of himself in the man's face still was ignored as he stared at the male. A frown pulled on the face of the Imaginifer, and if you were to put the two next to each other, and they both to where the same expression, you would easily see that Cotl was related to the kid. Cotl wanted his questions to be answered and the man would slowly answer them in the dirt. "Sascha" was his name. Sascha Ulrich he would guess the surname would be since his own was such. Cotl stared at the kid, and the kid stared at him for a moment, as if expecting something from him or something. Cotl was no mind reader, and this kid being the silent was not helping a goddamn thing. "Dead" he would tell him. Who was dead? He would spell five other words after it. The german word for "Brother", his brother's name "Izaak", the German words to eat, or past tense "ate", and the german word for "mother". Cotl understood the man clearly, for the man was spelling words that he read. It would slowly dawn upon him that the boy probably was his son. He'd remembered a few of the woman he slept with, but it wasn't too many since he had been in Germany or in NS. He could only figure that this was back in Germany because this boy was speaking German to him, and Cotl had yet to meet another German in the areas around here. The German coy-dog crossed his arms over his chest as he sat there on top of his horse still.

Cotl said nothing still, just his cold bi-colored eyes resting on the man. Cotl would notice the man's hands. They were artist hands, like Cotl's hands. Cotl swayed lightly as the stallion shifted his weight and he snorted, his blue irises on the orange boy that Cotl was speaking with. The boy would continue and he had let his eyes look back to the ground where he would spell four more words. The man wrote "Mother" again, and then the three words that would be for the phrase "To rip out". Cotl looked at the man's neck again and actually, visibly cringed for a moment. So he couldn't speak because his chords were fucked up. Cotl held that frown on his face. Es tut mir leid the man spoke, gruffly, his bi-colored eyes locked on the little male. Was ist -NYEH-mutter namen? he asked before a brief pause and then another question. Sie wollen hier bleiben? -FICKSCHEISS-En Inferni vith mich? Cotl asked as he pointed to himself and cleared his throat.

Cotl Speaks

Sascha · 08-19-2010, 11:20 PM

[html]

OOC here: I likes the table :3 -- Word Count: 402

The same frown on his own face was found on his father. Unlike him, he could see the resemblance in his father's face. He began telling him of what he wanted to know. First, was his name. For some reason, he left out his last name but he figured his father would put two and two together. He then moved onto his mother. He informed him as if he didn't care about what had happened to her. You could say that was true. He was indifferent about the whole thing. He wrote slowly, making sure Cotl could see all that he was saying. This was the only way he could communicate to him. Perhaps it would have been better if he had a pad and pen to write it down but he knew he would lose that in a heartbeat so he didn't bother with it. Writing it on the ground seemed to be effective enough. Though, he had to keep crouching down to speak to his father.

His father crossed his arm as he sat on the horse with a strong pose. It was quite different, looking at himself. His own stance lacked strength and confidence. This may never change. Cotl's cold stare made him a little stiff. He almost wanted to hide behind something. Instead, he stayed where he was with his stubby tail resting slightly between his legs. He continued on to why he couldn't speak. One by one he wrote the letters that would make up words that would soon make up the sentence which would inform him what had happened. He took notice of his father's cringed look. He also apologized. Sascha couldn't understand why he did but with that same frown plastered on his face, he shrugged. It wasn't his fault. He asked for his mother's name, with his tourettes kicking in, and he proceeded to write it down. REBEKKA REINHILDE. He wondered if he would know her by name. If so, that should be good proof to help him believe that he is his son. Though the following question would have made any normal son happy to hear, he still didn't appear to be that way. Sascha may not be considered as normal. If it was possible for him, he would be smiling as he nodded. Instead, he nodded slowly with the face that never seems to change. His answer was none other than yes.

WRITES

Cotl · 08-20-2010, 01:29 AM

[html]

OOC here: I actually forgot to take part of his ear out before, but i fixed it <3 also, you can add "leader needed" in the title now +3

When the man had written the bitch's name in the dirt, Cotl had not choice but to believe the man. Cotl knew that Rebekka did sleep around a lot, and therefore, she would have gotten pregnant at some point in time, but it would seem that the only sperm that was strong enough to survive was his own, and she was fertile enough to give birth to his son. His shoulders were level, and his ears were pulled back lightly as he sat upon his steed, the other man hunched over still, stubby tail between his legs. Cotl would not fail to notice the other scars that would be littering his son's form. He wondered how well of a fighter he was. It didn't seem (by looking at his lithe form) that he was built very much for strength, but instead for speed, like Marik was built for. Cotl had been built for speed, but he also had the decent amount of rock hard muscle that sat on his arms and legs. This kid had a club on his back though, probably for self defense, that was the reason that Cotl had his own sword mounted on his back, just in case he was in a fight while he was out of the mansion or the packlands, so he wasn't too surprised to see a weapon. This Sascha Ulrich would nod his head about Cotl's question about him staying here. Cotl he no reason to not believe that this man was his son. There was a similarity in the coat color, but Cotl still was ignorant to the whole "same frown on a different face" thing yet, him more than likely probably realizing this completely when he looked in the mirror.

Ich dids sleeps vith Rebekka Reinhilde. I dos remembers it. the man had spoken finally before he had swung his right leg to the left side of the horse and then he pushed himself off of the steed's strong back. He would approach his son and put a hand on his broad shoulders. He had Cotl's shoulders, that was for sure. There was a lot of physical traits the two men held in common, and they did look like son and father, clearly. Cotl would nod his head lightly. Du kann stays here if Kaena and Gabriel say dat ist okay.-NYEH- und, Stands up, lets me gets a better looks at you the man would tell the man, nodding his head lightly, not failing to twitch before he also would turn his head towards the core of Inferni and he would give a whooping howl to a leader, weither Kaena, or Gabriel showed up.

Cotl Speaks

Kaena Lykoi · 08-20-2010, 02:07 AM

[html]

Word Count :: 302 TOO FAST FOR YOUR "LEADER NEEDED" EDITS, GTFO

Though it had been some time since the silver-furred woman had been injured, she was still in the process of healing. Age slowed this porcess considerably, it seemed, and all the salt water in the world did nothing to expedite the process. Though there was pain in her walk, the limp had almost disappeared, marring her step only just slightly. It was a light drag in her right foreleg, hardly noticable unless one was searching for weaknesses. Such a thing would not be overlooked by any combatant, and so Kaena did not think she could fight again, not unless she had to. The scarred coyote had been through hell and back, but even she knew when to call it quits, when her chances were calculating survival and not simple victory.

The borders needed her regardless of the consequence, though—this was something she could take care of no matter what. The clan had few scouts, and thus far no one since Anselm had proven themselves quite as capable of mastering the skill. The de le Poer's superb knowledge of Inferni, the territories surrounding, and indeed, the whole known world—the coy-wolf wondered if anyone would be able to come close to the former Optio, let alone equal him. The yowling call had driven her from her spot lounging near the caves, having already performed her own border duty earlier in the day. She went with little urgency, for the voice calling her was none other than Cotl—she recognized that he had already greeted whoever was there. If it was an emergency, there would have been the lilt of urgency to his voice.

The coyote woman came across the shorter hybrid and another shorter, smaller hybrid, looking from one to the other with a lifted brow. “Hello, Cotl,” she said. “Who's this?”

Cotl · 08-24-2010, 07:31 PM

[html]

OOC here: O WELL FINE DEN; sara said i can post before her since cotl can answer questions faster than sascha himself xD +3

Cotl would look to the other male, the bi-colored eyes staring at that face of Sascha. Sascha Ulrich. It had a little ring to it he guessed. Cotl still held a frown on his face though, and there he was, staring at the exact same face he was making. The only difference was the maw, the hair style, the height, and modifications that Cotl added to his body. Cotl was too blind to see this though. He didn't know the man, but the kid was set on Cotl being his father, and he had said a name that he did remember, and he did fuck her, so it was a possibility. Cotl couldn't scoot pass that fact. The same facial pattern without the two wolvens meeting each other was a dead giveaway. Cotl stood there in silence as he looked at the man up and down. It'd only be a few more minutes until the Centurion by the name of "Kaena Lykoi" would have come up. Cotl gave a curt nod to his superior, and a wicked grin would take his face before he would clear his throat and she would greet him and then ask who this stranger was.

Cotl would look at the boy for a moment before opening his mouth to speak. Dis boy ist Sascha. the coydog would speak to the silver furred hybrid. Cotl would give out a -NYEH- sound from his throat before he was able to continue. He vishes to stays here in Inferni. he didn't know what to tell her as far as what the boy had told him. Cotl would twitch an ear and still continue. As far as Ich knows, He kann nicht sprechen, und -FAGGOT FACED ANT HILLS- he vrites en German, dough I'm sure he knows somes Englishes. Pencil und papers vould do vell vith fixing dat. Cotl spoke, his eyes on Kaena as he spoke to her and he nodded his head. He also denken das I'm his vater. the man would trail off before that wicked grin would fade. Ich nicht knows if ist true. Cotl spoke, shrugging, and the same frown the other man predominately held on his face had formed on the Imaginifer's face. A flick of a pierced ear would end his turn.

Cotl Speaks

Kaena Lykoi · 08-27-2010, 05:30 AM

[html]

The silver-shaded hybrid looked over both canines, noticing for herself the remarkable similarity between them. Though she did not yet comment on it, she had noticed it. Something about watching four generations of family flourish outward from herself, seeing herself reflected in children today—it had given the old woman a sharp eye for these sorts of things, and she peered from Sascha to Cotl, her single eye remaining on him as he spoke. The man seemed ambivalent about his fatherly duties, and the ashen coyote lifted her good eyebrow at this, though she commented immediately after, already seeing it fit to pass judgment—Sascha was hardly an adult, just barely old enough for his own adult rank. If anything, the youth needed his father and this clan.

“He looks like you,” the hybrid stated plainly, her golden-yellow eye burning toward the other canine. Though Sascha was no baby, the hybrid woman would not stand to see him entirely rejected, not after he had come from this same place as Cotl—far over the ocean and far over the land. “He can stay, of course. I hope you take care of him,” the silver-shaded woman said to Cotl, a certain severity lingering on her scarred face. With that, though, her job was finished, and she found it proper to leave them as it was. Cotl had not rejected his son—for Kaena truly believed the youth was the Imaginifer's child—just yet, and so Kaena could do nothing to intervene. If the dog hybrid did eventually choose otherwise, then the scarred old woman would act.

table by kahilli

Kaena Lykoi · 08-27-2010, 05:30 AM

Congratulations! You've been accepted into the craziest bunch of roleplayers on the vast Internet! Please remember to make your first In Character post within five days.

Not sure where or how to start roleplaying? You can check the Open Threads and Thread Requests forum for a list of open threads, as well as tons of people looking to plot out adventures with your new character! You can also start your own thread and see what kinds of interesting characters turn up for you. If you haven't already, please update your profile with detailed information on your character -- it'll help others get a feel for him/her, which in turn will help generate thread ideas.

You can also start doing other cool things like:

Earning Word of the Day points, which can get you custom titles and even icons!
Fulling requirements for the Catacombs, our IC and OOC achievement system.
Participate in general chats and discussions in OOC Garbage.

You can find general roleplay help and guidelines, as well as a wealth of information on our werewolves and the 'Soulsverse on the RP Guide. Don't feel pressured to read it all at once though! The guide is a huge resource and is meant to be used as a reference for various aspects of the game. If you're feeling lost or confused, don't hesitate to post a question in Roleplay Related, or to seek out a Mentor.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?