07-19-2011, 03:51 PM
Character Name: Vendetta Vise Vera
Character Birthdate: April 15, 2010
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
Is your character a Luperci?: No
Other 'Souls Characters: N/A
How you found 'Souls?: Affiliate bar on Harbinger
Are you joining a pack?: CdA
If joining a pack, are you joining IC or OOC?: In Content
Character profile or three writing examples:
Post 1:
What a day it had been. For a place called The Zero, this city would be one that forever stuck to the memory of Vendetta, and the rest of his friends. When the young wolf had heard of a place that was called The Zero, the young brown furred wolf had been expecting some empty, flat place. Not an old abandoned city with massive and tall structures. Yes, living within a pack that was constantly on the move had is rough moments, but here and now standing on top of this building looking out on the world, he felt a strong surge of several emotions pulse through his limbs. Standing here in this abandoned city was one of the greatest thrills that he’d had in his young life.
’What sort of thing builds and rules over such a place. It’s incredible.’
He turned to wolf dog next to him and gave a small chuckle of amusement. ”Dose it really matter?” then he turned to face out over the edge of the rooftop out into the city and yelled at the top of his voice ”Because we’re the kings of this place now!” Shortly aver that, the timber wolf on the other side of him began to howl out at the sitting sun in excitement and joy and before long all three where singing together, proclaiming themselves kings of the city that would no doubt serve as their temporary home. Then when Vendetta’s mother’s voice joined in, he turned around as well to see that she had joined them on the rooftop.
’Alright you three, you need to rest, we continue north tomorrow, and at a faster pace cause’ you’re old enough now for it.’
Without hesitation, Vendetta moved to the passage that lead back into the building, stopping only long enough to receive a tender lick on the ear from his mother, and then stopping just short of the doorway to see if the others would follow.
Post 2:
This plan hadn’t sat so well with the light brown wolf at first, but as time had passed it had grown on him once he’d learned that both the other two were going along with it. The concept of leaving the pack that he’d been with his whole life was a questionable one, but one that he would gladly go along with as long as the other two were on board with it. So he silently began to sneak around the sleeping figures of the pack. He stopped only for a moment to gaze at this mother, the wolf that had brought him into this world and gone out of her way to raise him on her own. After that one brief moment of acknowledgement, he continued until he was at the mouth of the cave that the group had taken refuge in for the night.
With one last look back he debated staying and leaving in his mind. All his life he’d spent in this pack, ever sense he was a pup. And now he was leaving, finally taking his life into his own paws. That first step out of that cave felt like nails being driven into his paw, but the step after that felt wonderful. And after walking a good solid distance he broke off into a run. Time to join the other two at the lake.
Once he arrived at their planned meeting place, he only exchanged a brief glance with them and slowed to a walk but didn’t stop. His words where swift and commanding, “If we are going to do this we have to keep moving for the rest of the night and all day tomorrow. When the parents wake they are going to freak majorly.” And he fixed a stern gaze on Sixx, “Especially your father, because your only half wolf.” He didn’t want for his words to be so harsh, but they had to be to get this group moving.
“Now I’m going north.”
Post 3
The voice that escaped this wolf's maw truly caught Vendetta l by surprise. Though he did not show it on his face it was still there. At first glance she was a kind and gentle enough fea simply out for a morning walk. But this voice. It was stern and strict, straight and to the point. It was covered in that military feel. This was not very high on Vendetta’s list of valued traits, but that was simply once again because of his upbringing. He wasn't a highly military type of wolf, despite his many traits; military structure was not one of the things that made Vendetta Vendetta.
However, it wasn't his place to go around judging others, so he simply looked past the fea's voice. She questioned him before offering her name. He noticed that she didn't offer her whole name, and for some reason that struck a good note somewhere deep in Vendetta. Wolves out here, they didn't realize how valuable something as simple as a last name could be, and so when greeting others they'd go tell their full name. Vendetta'd been taught by the dark past he'd come from after leaving his birth pack the value of keeping hidden who you are.
So with a friendly natured tone he returned her greeting and answered. "Hello there Noelle, my name is Vendetta. And yes as a matter of fact, I was on a morning run. I do so every morning. You are of course welcome to join me." Most morning didn't turn out quite as eventful though. Two random strangers that where from seemingly opposite upbringings, and both heading north sharing a morning conversation. How fitting.
Character Birthdate: April 15, 2010
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
Is your character a Luperci?: No
Other 'Souls Characters: N/A
How you found 'Souls?: Affiliate bar on Harbinger
Are you joining a pack?: CdA
If joining a pack, are you joining IC or OOC?: In Content
Character profile or three writing examples:
Post 1:
What a day it had been. For a place called The Zero, this city would be one that forever stuck to the memory of Vendetta, and the rest of his friends. When the young wolf had heard of a place that was called The Zero, the young brown furred wolf had been expecting some empty, flat place. Not an old abandoned city with massive and tall structures. Yes, living within a pack that was constantly on the move had is rough moments, but here and now standing on top of this building looking out on the world, he felt a strong surge of several emotions pulse through his limbs. Standing here in this abandoned city was one of the greatest thrills that he’d had in his young life.
’What sort of thing builds and rules over such a place. It’s incredible.’
He turned to wolf dog next to him and gave a small chuckle of amusement. ”Dose it really matter?” then he turned to face out over the edge of the rooftop out into the city and yelled at the top of his voice ”Because we’re the kings of this place now!” Shortly aver that, the timber wolf on the other side of him began to howl out at the sitting sun in excitement and joy and before long all three where singing together, proclaiming themselves kings of the city that would no doubt serve as their temporary home. Then when Vendetta’s mother’s voice joined in, he turned around as well to see that she had joined them on the rooftop.
’Alright you three, you need to rest, we continue north tomorrow, and at a faster pace cause’ you’re old enough now for it.’
Without hesitation, Vendetta moved to the passage that lead back into the building, stopping only long enough to receive a tender lick on the ear from his mother, and then stopping just short of the doorway to see if the others would follow.
Post 2:
This plan hadn’t sat so well with the light brown wolf at first, but as time had passed it had grown on him once he’d learned that both the other two were going along with it. The concept of leaving the pack that he’d been with his whole life was a questionable one, but one that he would gladly go along with as long as the other two were on board with it. So he silently began to sneak around the sleeping figures of the pack. He stopped only for a moment to gaze at this mother, the wolf that had brought him into this world and gone out of her way to raise him on her own. After that one brief moment of acknowledgement, he continued until he was at the mouth of the cave that the group had taken refuge in for the night.
With one last look back he debated staying and leaving in his mind. All his life he’d spent in this pack, ever sense he was a pup. And now he was leaving, finally taking his life into his own paws. That first step out of that cave felt like nails being driven into his paw, but the step after that felt wonderful. And after walking a good solid distance he broke off into a run. Time to join the other two at the lake.
Once he arrived at their planned meeting place, he only exchanged a brief glance with them and slowed to a walk but didn’t stop. His words where swift and commanding, “If we are going to do this we have to keep moving for the rest of the night and all day tomorrow. When the parents wake they are going to freak majorly.” And he fixed a stern gaze on Sixx, “Especially your father, because your only half wolf.” He didn’t want for his words to be so harsh, but they had to be to get this group moving.
“Now I’m going north.”
Post 3
The voice that escaped this wolf's maw truly caught Vendetta l by surprise. Though he did not show it on his face it was still there. At first glance she was a kind and gentle enough fea simply out for a morning walk. But this voice. It was stern and strict, straight and to the point. It was covered in that military feel. This was not very high on Vendetta’s list of valued traits, but that was simply once again because of his upbringing. He wasn't a highly military type of wolf, despite his many traits; military structure was not one of the things that made Vendetta Vendetta.
However, it wasn't his place to go around judging others, so he simply looked past the fea's voice. She questioned him before offering her name. He noticed that she didn't offer her whole name, and for some reason that struck a good note somewhere deep in Vendetta. Wolves out here, they didn't realize how valuable something as simple as a last name could be, and so when greeting others they'd go tell their full name. Vendetta'd been taught by the dark past he'd come from after leaving his birth pack the value of keeping hidden who you are.
So with a friendly natured tone he returned her greeting and answered. "Hello there Noelle, my name is Vendetta. And yes as a matter of fact, I was on a morning run. I do so every morning. You are of course welcome to join me." Most morning didn't turn out quite as eventful though. Two random strangers that where from seemingly opposite upbringings, and both heading north sharing a morning conversation. How fitting.