06-23-2011, 08:10 PM
[html]Character Name: Janos Russo
Birthdate: 1 January 2008
Gender: Male
Species: 25% Canis lupus albus, 25% Canis lupus lycaon, > 48% Canis lupus communis, < 2% Canis familiaris
Luperci?: Yes, Luperci Ortus
How I found 'Souls: Found through Bastion and was helped along by Sie
Joining a pack?: Yes, Salsola (SL)
IC or OOC joining the pack?: OOC joining I suppose?
Written examples:
Birthdate: 1 January 2008
Gender: Male
Species: 25% Canis lupus albus, 25% Canis lupus lycaon, > 48% Canis lupus communis, < 2% Canis familiaris
Luperci?: Yes, Luperci Ortus
How I found 'Souls: Found through Bastion and was helped along by Sie
Joining a pack?: Yes, Salsola (SL)
IC or OOC joining the pack?: OOC joining I suppose?
Written examples:
Quote:Example 1:
Somewhere back in the deep, deep mountains, the crows cawed and the leaves rustled as the three-eyed crow demon tribe moved and lived their lives, most of the younger generation still in bird form, most of the time under the careful eye of an even bigger bird. Standing at a height taller than most men, these crows were huge and lived in a powerful tribe, deep in the mountains, at the base of the mountain range. The buildings were high up in the trees to make it easy but they were no less elaborate than the human palaces. Buildings were just built higher, that was all, using multiple trees to steady it. It had held for generations and would for many to come, thus was the workmanship of the crows. One figure in particular walked the passageways as he made his way to a hidden away portion of the tribe, hidden even from the rest of the clan that didn’t know about it. Israfel walked along in human form, his wings still large behind him, his robe that he wore made with large cuts for his wings, and it trailed along behind him. His tribe bowed to their leader as he ducked into the drug portion of the tribe. They were there, waiting for him, a simple burlap bag holding a good amount of the drug.
This kind of thing that the crows made was enough to make a person numb for a few hours and unable to feel much, placing them in a state of ecstasy. The king requested it himself after he caught wind that the demon tribe was making something that would be a pleasant thing to have when one didn’t want to feel anything. Taking the bag from them, he swept out of the area without a single word. He was always known as the quiet leader, the one that was angry with his family, although none survived save his sister, who had become the priestess of the village, but there was something off about her, something darker than even he was. Two of his siblings had died at birth, and he had killed his other two brothers and his father, and had sentenced his mother to exile. He was alone now, his sister living a little higher up the mountain. Walking back to his own chambers, he changed from his robes to his travel wear, wearing a pair of low-cut pants and a shirt that only covered him halfway, showing off his abdomen and the bottom of a chest plate that covered his heart, a gift to him as a sign of recognition from his own blacksmiths, and a single dagger since he didn’t really use weapons since he had his powers, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. His hair was as messy as always, looking much like feathers save for the white and pink streaks. Those he couldn’t answer as to why they were like that anymore than he could for the silver beneath his right eye. It had always been there, a sign of nobility in his tribe.
He walked out from his tribe as he always did, leaving it in the hands of his trusted advisor. He lifted up in the sky, holding onto the bag as he looked for suitable prey. That was the second part of his and the king’s agreement. He would bring him a bag of his drugs and a body for him to use the skin off of, and in return his tribe would get to have as much trade with the city and the king would help him be sure that his tribe prospered. He flew over the area, searching for something. The area was pretty much picked clean, the season making it so that many of the demons ran for cover from the cold, and his tribe had a hard time finding food although they always did, he made sure of it. His tribe was always fed and always had what they needed. He would be a better noble than his father ever could be. Swooping down on a sinewy woman, he flapped his wings hard at her, and needles of wind flew out, hurting the woman severely since she had no idea that he was there. It wasn’t enough to kill her, however. He didn’t want to hurt the hide too much, so he pulled a knife from his pants and came down on her, slicing her neck away from him so that way he didn’t get too much blood on him.
Cleaning off the knife, he waited for the body to bleed out before he reached down and picked up the woman, slinging her over a shoulder. Opening his wings again, he picked up into the sky, flying towards the palace that Kurai was at. The trek was long and arduous and he had to land twice to be sure that he didn’t get too tired before he finally made it to the royal lands. Swooping down into the courtyard, he walked right past the guards and into the palace itself. A couple more guards guarding the royal throne room opened the door for the noble and he swept into the palace room. Walking up to the dais, he bowed up at the king, holding up the corpse and the drugs. He hadn’t come that often to see the king since he had only recently gained the title of noble and the role of leading his tribe, but from the times that he had been here, he had always wanted to come back here to see the king again. He didn’t think that anyone would disagree that the king himself was a very handsome man with a strong personality that he found alluring and he couldn’t understand why, making him flustered in the king’s presence although he was not flustered around anyone else. Holding up the offerings, he looked up towards the king. ”I have brought you a body of a demon and the…other thing that we had agreed on, sire. I hope I find you well today?” He asked him as he looked up at him, his wings settling behind him.
Quote:Example 2:
He had heard rumors in his tribe that a new king had assumed the throne but honestly, he didn’t really care. A king was a king and the only change that it had for the nobles was that they had to be quick in changing their allegiances or risk losing everything. A noble’s lands, his rank, and his life were all in the hands of the king. All it took was just one word and that would be it for them. He would no longer be a noble, he would be out in the woods on his own at best, or he would end up with the headman’s axe. None of the other options were pleasant to him, but this was the first king that he had come in contact with. He had not too long ago taken over the clan by his father. His father’s grave and his brothers’ graves were all still freshly dug, the dirt covering them hardly old enough to start seeing the first sign of possible growth. But already his place in the clan was established and firmed. No one in his clan would dare to go against him. He was the strongest fighter just as he was the largest bird. In this world, being the biggest and the baddest was a must. If you were not big or bad, then you were dead. That was the way that things worked and the way that he accepted things.
When he got the news that the king requested his presence and requested some of the drugs that his birds had begun to process, he was a little surprised but he was none the less flattered. It wasn’t everyday that the king wanted your drugs and so he gladly made them for the king. They were mostly used for battles prior to this, useful for numbing the fallen soldiers until something could be done about their wounds or for their broken wings. It was also useful to take before the battle. Even if you were wounded, it didn’t matter. Since you could not feel the pain, you did not know when to stop and so most of the time his people continued to fight on. But this was in the great yokai wars. Since the new king had stepped up, the other nobles were stepping lightly, afraid to press the new king and whatever new rules that he was putting into play too much. But how long this peace would last, he didn’t know. But every day more and more of his clan members were coming of age. Once the boys were old enough they were taken to be trained by warriors. And thus he had an ever-expanding army. At the end of the day, the soldiers returned home to their mates and in the spring, more chicks were born. And so the cycle continued.
As he came to the castle, he entered into the grand room and swept his eyes around the room. But contrary to popular belief, he was not doing this to look at the architecture and marvel at it although it really was beautiful in the castle. Rather, he was looking for potential traps or things that could seriously hurt him or impede a hasty retreat. It was only natural for him to do so. He had been trained as a leader and as a warrior for a young age. His eyes were hard in his delicate features, the slight wind from the doors opening pushing a few strands of black, white, and pink hair out of place. A slight toss of his head pushed them back into place as he approached the throne with measured steps. His clothing was not the most modest of clothing. His shirt was only a half shirt, the end of his breastplate sticking out. On the bottom he was wearing a pair of black shorts with black combat boots that went all the way up to his knee. All in all he looked a very cool figure, his black wings folding against his back, making him look almost like an angel but with black wings. Golden eyes that seemed to glint and be hard at the same time, much like a bird’s eye, regarded the new king.
The new king certainly was one that he would never have assumed to be the kind taking over kingdoms, but this man was very handsome and he felt a stirring in his stomach that he pushed down to try to ignore. He didn’t need that happening when he was in the man’s presence. Handing over the bag, he watched his face carefully as he took the drugs to try to detect whether or not he was pleased with the drugs, but the king’s face was too smooth for him to get an accurate reading. Nodding his head, he took the body to the chains, chaining it up for the king before he came back, relaxing on one hip. He was respectful in his tone but his stance was easy and yet he seemed ready to spring at a moment’s notice. ”I would like to have the freedom to trade through the royal city, something that was banned when my father ruled the clan. Also, sire, your backing in case more wars break out. It would…ease my mind to know that we have backup if something were to happen. How is the product that I brought for you?” He asked him as he gave another little bow. There was something about Israfel that seemed arrogant. Perhaps it was the smirk, or perhaps it was the easy way that he relaxed around the man, but yet he was completely respectful towards the king and as far as he was concerned, he was beyond reproach. If he did what was asked of him then why would he get in trouble for it? His gaze swept over the king’s body, regarding him with an approving eye. Idly he wondered if all the different patches of skin felt different.
Quote:Example 3:[/html]
Just as alliances didn’t matter to the king, the noble hardly seemed to realize that the décor had changed or if he did notice then he wasn’t very surprised by it or repulsed by it. Bones were a natural part of killing something or someone. They were the core structure of a person so of course there would always be that left over. He had never thought about hanging his killings though. His house was actually surprisingly clean and put together as if he didn’t like to have mess, which was indeed very much the case. He hated mess and he hated having to wear bloody clothing all day. After a while, the blood started to stink on his clothing. Because no one else had met with the king prior to this, or at least none that he had met with, he was unaware of the way that the king worked and the way that he thought and the fact that would have to watch himself so that he didn’t end up dead or worse, shamed and sent away without a title to his name. Without his clan he knew that he could survive on his own, but that would be shaming his family and would be shaming his family name, something that he didn’t particularly want to do, so he would be careful when dealing with the king for now.
It was impressive the way that the king could handle having to change skins so often, but that was probably why he needed the pain killers so that way he could handle having to change his skin. He was itching with the desire to ask him why he felt like he had to constantly change his skin, but he resisted. Something told him that asking would either get him a story that he didn’t want to hear, or a look and the assurance that the king wasn’t about to tell him anything, and that was if the king was in a gracious mood. He watched as the drugs started taking effect and inwardly he gave a little note as to how fast the drugs worked. That meant that they were the right strength for them to work as fast as they did. His drug cartel hardly ever messed up on the drugs, and when they did, the person in charge was…disposed of, so seeing as to how the king was content for now that meant that he had gotten rid of the right guy the last time that he had done a sweep through the back room. Nodding his head at the king, he gave a little rigid bow, bowing from his waist, his dark hair falling forward into his eyes for a moment before he stood back up.
Hearing the order, he gave another bow to hear that he had heard the other. ”Thank you very much sire. I will do what you ask of me, my tribe and I stand ready,” he said with a little smirk. His tribe was well-known for their brutality as well for their smarts. Rather, their brutality was known when his father was in charge, but the words and the cunning didn’t kick in until he gained the throne that his father was forced to step down from by way of death. He had heard rumors that this king had bested the other and since he looked so lazy at the moment and so malnourished then that meant that he was far more powerful than what he had heard before so he would do his best to be as cautious around the other as much as his cautiousness would allow. He was wondering how the male was able to conquer the old king, but for now it was enough to know that this new king was now using his drugs and he had just entered into an agreement with the king. He would bring him his drugs and he would bring him his bodies if that was what he wanted, and depending on how often the king took the medicine; that would mean frequent trips for him. At least his wings would be able to get a good work out. He hardly ever got out anymore anyways.
Nodding his head, he tapped his chin with a slender finger as his wings fidgeted behind him. ”The drugs should last a few hours sire, and it is tolerance-resistant my lord, although that also depends on how often you use it. If you take it every few hours, then your supply will dwindle quickly,” he said simply as he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Then the king rose, and the noble gave another bow as he was always taught to do by his father when talking to the few that were above him. Blinking and coloring lightly as he realized that he had been caught, he fished around for something to say, not sure what he could say that would keep the male out of trouble. ”Forgive me for staring, my lord. Your skill with a needle and thread and your skins are very beautiful,” he said as he watched the king walk over to the corpse and feel on the skin. He had thought that the skin had felt good and had felt smooth enough to befit a king, but of course that was up to the big guy itself. ”How is the body, my lord?” He asked him, sounding a little hopeful that he hadn’t botched the job of finding a good body. It was fresh, just bled out, so the skin was simply paler than it would have been in life.