Post by adrienne on Aug 17, 2008 19:43:12 GMT -8
Name: Baron, but he goes by "BloodBane."
Gender:[/b] Boy
Tribe:[/b] Fallen Tribe
Rank:[/b] Apprentice
*Description:*[/b] He is sturdily built and a medium size, nothing unusual for a young male wolf. BloodBane weighs much less than he should though, due to the fact he eats little and paces often. Therefore his skull, leg bones and hips can be seen clearly through his grayish-red mottled coat. He doesn’t groom his fur much so it tends to be of a rough, coarse texture. His reddish brown eyes are always pained, timid and exhausted and often they are half-closed. Four big paws are spread flat from so much activity, their thick brown nails worn short and pads heavily calloused. They ache terribly and when the pain is too much he will soak his feet in the red lake. However he dislikes doing this as the lake holds bad memories for him.
*Personality:* BloodBane is essentially a lunatic; no one would think he is sane. He eats anything, even chews on himself sometimes (no one is sure why.) He seems to have absolutely no emotional ties to anything or anyone, except an occasional negative association. He is unpredictable, fierce, and surprisingly strong though he appears undermuscled. At heart he is deeply thoughtful, this is apparent when he breaks away a moment from the suffocating cloud of hazy grief and shame. When he can think clearly, unhampered by painful emotions, he knows he wants to do great things, to be the best wolf he can and to help and love others, but then the reality of his shredded heart rolls back onto him and his red-brown eyes glaze, and off he totters muttering nonsense and riddles, just trying to draw his next breath. He was always a sensitive, thoughtful wolf, so the horror he witnessed as a pup was especially traumatic for him. A stronger wolf might not have been as shattered. As for Baron, his nerves are completely shot.
Nothing can be more horrible for him than what he went through, so if he saw something awful now he would be unable to respond emotionally to it. If, for example, he found his leader dead, he would only be able to think something like, “Well, so now who is going to be the leader?” As for something amazing, it has to be very amazing for him to notice it, and he doesn’t always appreciate it directly, just notices that he feels more alive, alert and responsive when he is around something of natural beauty. It’s like a breath of fresh air to his spirit.
*History:*[/u] The BlackBack Tribe was a tiny inbred group of wolves who lived just on the other side of the Fallens' territory, so they could smell the smoke of the volcano by day and glimpse the belching inferno at night. Baron grew up in the flickering light of the flames and his impressionable, sensitive mind was continually fretted by misunderstood whispers about the strange clan who lived up on the volcano. In his mind he imagined these strange wolves to be made of flames and hatred, the devil itself in wolf-form. Ignorant and cowardly, weak and biased, the BlackBacks invented wilder and wilder rumors and grew bowed under fear. They never had fresh blood or thoughts introduced to their clan and so they gradually smothered.
One by one, Baron's family disappeared and would be found dead later, no one knew how they had been killed. None spoke of these strange disappearances, and when it was down to Baron, two of his cousins and his step-sister, he broke down and went insane. Rallying their pitifully small group, he lead a charge on Fallen Tribe territory. In their crazed state, the four wolves burned their paws on hot rocks and twisted ankles. One cousin took a false step and fell to his death in lava. His other cousin and step-sister made it all the way to the top of the volcano, and there the insanity of those two was made complete as they laughed and jumped into the water. They quickly went into shock from the cold and drowned.
Overcome with guilt at the thought he was responsible for their deaths, feeling completely alone, terrified and lost, Baron lost his last scrap of sense and turned into a crazed, pitiful wanderer who begged and scraped his way into the Fallen Tribe on condition he would tell everything about the BlackBacks. He shed his old name and took on the harsher name of “BloodBane.”
He became convinced that he could think his way out of the crazed state he found himself in, and is now consumed with making sense of things. A riddle that tortures him is his step-sister's last words, "To hate is to love. To hurt is to live." He thinks solving this will give him the key to escape his continual mental torment. Only when he has found the key to freedom will he take back his old name.
*Family:*[/u] His whole former tribe was his family, really, but in particular he was very close to his mother and his youngest aunt. They could be anywhere for all he knows. He tries to avoid thinking about his family, because the uncertainty as to whether any BlackBacks are still alive is enough to make him terribly sick. Also he feels horrible that he betrayed them. Sometimes he goes wild when the question of who his family really is gets deep into his mind.
*Anything else:*[/b] He is so numb that he tends not to notice things unless they are extreme, like an unusual storm, a favorite smell (meat!) or a strange color of grass. When he does notice these things, he perks up for a bit, because the activity in his sluggish brain makes him feel alive and vital for a few minutes.
His constant state of mental agony has turned partially psychosomatic, and he suffers from crippling pain in his joints. His dreams are nothing but sweat-drenched nightmares, and he usually wakes up barely able to move from pain. As of yet the idea of visiting a healer has not occurred to him. Sometimes he can only believe that he is really alive because he reasons that if he was dead form a broken heart, he would not feel pain. He philosophizes frequently about the concept of a "broken heart" and his grim darkness tends to drive wolves away. He doesn't seem to notice or care.
On one level in his mind he would love to cuddle with a friend and feel less awful, but he has no ability to express his emotions honestly and so he only knows how to tap his pain, fear and spurts of crazed anger to keep himself going. He would love a friend more than anything but he cannot even acknowledge this to himself. Because of his guilt over the "Fallen Tribe Attack Run," he cringes from the thought of leadership and it is painful for him to grow close to another wolf. If someone were kind to him, he would probably be in shock at first and have no idea how to respond. He both desires and fears friendship.
It is an effort for him to communicate clearly, so he speaks in short, terse sentences or phrases. He is matter of fact to the point of being cold. It is another matter for him to mumble quietly about dark thoughts and philosophies, and he can do that for a long time, but other wolves generally cannot make sense of his complex rhetoric, shrouded in mysteries and symbolism. He sometimes retreats into himself and tries to weave sense of his life. No other wolf as of yet has been able to help him create this tapestry. It should be obvious that he is a difficult wolf to have as an apprentice. He would have to have a very patient, wise, understanding teacher.
Really, what drives BloodBane most in life is his blind seeking of resolution to the shocked numbness he lives in. He wants to feel sane, to feel normal emotions, to feel affection. He is so numbed with the horror of his past that he can only grasp this idea for brief moments at a time. He wants to believe that some things make sense. He wants to escape the nightmare and come back to life.
At the moment, the closest he comes to happy is when he is dozing close by to friendly wolves, and his paws are not hurting as much. He is a fan of “parallel play” and draws comfort just by being close to others, even if he is not interacting with them. His self esteem is so bad, however, that if another wolf expressed sympathy for him, he would feel guilty because he doesn’t think he deserves sympathy. He cannot handle that intense emotion and can only handle calm, friendly, matter of fact responses from other wolves. Even then, he burns out after too much interaction and has to go recharge by himself. He’s definitely an introvert.
He sometimes thinks he can see a wolf from his old tribe. She does not speak, but seems to be leading him somewhere. Whenever he tries to follow, she soon disappears like vapor in the wind and leaves him confused. So far he has told no one of this wolf, who he thinks is named “Tamar.” In his most secret thoughts, he believes she can show him the remnants of the BlackBacks. Tamar is the only secret of the BlackBacks that he has kept from the Fallen Tribe, and he gets a dark sense of pleasure knowing they didn’t take every secret from him. This wolf may or may not be real, there is no way to know since BloodBane will not show her to anyone.
What does he fear? He has two fears. First, that he will never make sense of life and be rid of his emotional and physical pain. Second, that one day he will be homeless and have no chance for friendship, since he believes he has stabbed both the BlackBacks and the Fallen Tribe in the back. He told many of his first tribe’s secrets, yet he was dishonest with the Fallen by not telling them of Tamar. He believes that since he was a double agent of sorts, there is no completely solid hope that he will have a true home where all love and trust him. Because of deep, depressing thoughts like this that crouch in his mind, BloodBane generally tries to think about shallow, meaningless subjects. He cannot escape his addiction to philosophy, however. He is destined to think about the deep and complex.
*Picture:*[/u]
I do not own that picture, I found it on Google images. That image is not copyright to me, but it is what I imagine BloodBane to look like. Don't sue me please!
Gender:[/b] Boy
Tribe:[/b] Fallen Tribe
Rank:[/b] Apprentice
*Description:*[/b] He is sturdily built and a medium size, nothing unusual for a young male wolf. BloodBane weighs much less than he should though, due to the fact he eats little and paces often. Therefore his skull, leg bones and hips can be seen clearly through his grayish-red mottled coat. He doesn’t groom his fur much so it tends to be of a rough, coarse texture. His reddish brown eyes are always pained, timid and exhausted and often they are half-closed. Four big paws are spread flat from so much activity, their thick brown nails worn short and pads heavily calloused. They ache terribly and when the pain is too much he will soak his feet in the red lake. However he dislikes doing this as the lake holds bad memories for him.
*Personality:* BloodBane is essentially a lunatic; no one would think he is sane. He eats anything, even chews on himself sometimes (no one is sure why.) He seems to have absolutely no emotional ties to anything or anyone, except an occasional negative association. He is unpredictable, fierce, and surprisingly strong though he appears undermuscled. At heart he is deeply thoughtful, this is apparent when he breaks away a moment from the suffocating cloud of hazy grief and shame. When he can think clearly, unhampered by painful emotions, he knows he wants to do great things, to be the best wolf he can and to help and love others, but then the reality of his shredded heart rolls back onto him and his red-brown eyes glaze, and off he totters muttering nonsense and riddles, just trying to draw his next breath. He was always a sensitive, thoughtful wolf, so the horror he witnessed as a pup was especially traumatic for him. A stronger wolf might not have been as shattered. As for Baron, his nerves are completely shot.
Nothing can be more horrible for him than what he went through, so if he saw something awful now he would be unable to respond emotionally to it. If, for example, he found his leader dead, he would only be able to think something like, “Well, so now who is going to be the leader?” As for something amazing, it has to be very amazing for him to notice it, and he doesn’t always appreciate it directly, just notices that he feels more alive, alert and responsive when he is around something of natural beauty. It’s like a breath of fresh air to his spirit.
*History:*[/u] The BlackBack Tribe was a tiny inbred group of wolves who lived just on the other side of the Fallens' territory, so they could smell the smoke of the volcano by day and glimpse the belching inferno at night. Baron grew up in the flickering light of the flames and his impressionable, sensitive mind was continually fretted by misunderstood whispers about the strange clan who lived up on the volcano. In his mind he imagined these strange wolves to be made of flames and hatred, the devil itself in wolf-form. Ignorant and cowardly, weak and biased, the BlackBacks invented wilder and wilder rumors and grew bowed under fear. They never had fresh blood or thoughts introduced to their clan and so they gradually smothered.
One by one, Baron's family disappeared and would be found dead later, no one knew how they had been killed. None spoke of these strange disappearances, and when it was down to Baron, two of his cousins and his step-sister, he broke down and went insane. Rallying their pitifully small group, he lead a charge on Fallen Tribe territory. In their crazed state, the four wolves burned their paws on hot rocks and twisted ankles. One cousin took a false step and fell to his death in lava. His other cousin and step-sister made it all the way to the top of the volcano, and there the insanity of those two was made complete as they laughed and jumped into the water. They quickly went into shock from the cold and drowned.
Overcome with guilt at the thought he was responsible for their deaths, feeling completely alone, terrified and lost, Baron lost his last scrap of sense and turned into a crazed, pitiful wanderer who begged and scraped his way into the Fallen Tribe on condition he would tell everything about the BlackBacks. He shed his old name and took on the harsher name of “BloodBane.”
He became convinced that he could think his way out of the crazed state he found himself in, and is now consumed with making sense of things. A riddle that tortures him is his step-sister's last words, "To hate is to love. To hurt is to live." He thinks solving this will give him the key to escape his continual mental torment. Only when he has found the key to freedom will he take back his old name.
*Family:*[/u] His whole former tribe was his family, really, but in particular he was very close to his mother and his youngest aunt. They could be anywhere for all he knows. He tries to avoid thinking about his family, because the uncertainty as to whether any BlackBacks are still alive is enough to make him terribly sick. Also he feels horrible that he betrayed them. Sometimes he goes wild when the question of who his family really is gets deep into his mind.
*Anything else:*[/b] He is so numb that he tends not to notice things unless they are extreme, like an unusual storm, a favorite smell (meat!) or a strange color of grass. When he does notice these things, he perks up for a bit, because the activity in his sluggish brain makes him feel alive and vital for a few minutes.
His constant state of mental agony has turned partially psychosomatic, and he suffers from crippling pain in his joints. His dreams are nothing but sweat-drenched nightmares, and he usually wakes up barely able to move from pain. As of yet the idea of visiting a healer has not occurred to him. Sometimes he can only believe that he is really alive because he reasons that if he was dead form a broken heart, he would not feel pain. He philosophizes frequently about the concept of a "broken heart" and his grim darkness tends to drive wolves away. He doesn't seem to notice or care.
On one level in his mind he would love to cuddle with a friend and feel less awful, but he has no ability to express his emotions honestly and so he only knows how to tap his pain, fear and spurts of crazed anger to keep himself going. He would love a friend more than anything but he cannot even acknowledge this to himself. Because of his guilt over the "Fallen Tribe Attack Run," he cringes from the thought of leadership and it is painful for him to grow close to another wolf. If someone were kind to him, he would probably be in shock at first and have no idea how to respond. He both desires and fears friendship.
It is an effort for him to communicate clearly, so he speaks in short, terse sentences or phrases. He is matter of fact to the point of being cold. It is another matter for him to mumble quietly about dark thoughts and philosophies, and he can do that for a long time, but other wolves generally cannot make sense of his complex rhetoric, shrouded in mysteries and symbolism. He sometimes retreats into himself and tries to weave sense of his life. No other wolf as of yet has been able to help him create this tapestry. It should be obvious that he is a difficult wolf to have as an apprentice. He would have to have a very patient, wise, understanding teacher.
Really, what drives BloodBane most in life is his blind seeking of resolution to the shocked numbness he lives in. He wants to feel sane, to feel normal emotions, to feel affection. He is so numbed with the horror of his past that he can only grasp this idea for brief moments at a time. He wants to believe that some things make sense. He wants to escape the nightmare and come back to life.
At the moment, the closest he comes to happy is when he is dozing close by to friendly wolves, and his paws are not hurting as much. He is a fan of “parallel play” and draws comfort just by being close to others, even if he is not interacting with them. His self esteem is so bad, however, that if another wolf expressed sympathy for him, he would feel guilty because he doesn’t think he deserves sympathy. He cannot handle that intense emotion and can only handle calm, friendly, matter of fact responses from other wolves. Even then, he burns out after too much interaction and has to go recharge by himself. He’s definitely an introvert.
He sometimes thinks he can see a wolf from his old tribe. She does not speak, but seems to be leading him somewhere. Whenever he tries to follow, she soon disappears like vapor in the wind and leaves him confused. So far he has told no one of this wolf, who he thinks is named “Tamar.” In his most secret thoughts, he believes she can show him the remnants of the BlackBacks. Tamar is the only secret of the BlackBacks that he has kept from the Fallen Tribe, and he gets a dark sense of pleasure knowing they didn’t take every secret from him. This wolf may or may not be real, there is no way to know since BloodBane will not show her to anyone.
What does he fear? He has two fears. First, that he will never make sense of life and be rid of his emotional and physical pain. Second, that one day he will be homeless and have no chance for friendship, since he believes he has stabbed both the BlackBacks and the Fallen Tribe in the back. He told many of his first tribe’s secrets, yet he was dishonest with the Fallen by not telling them of Tamar. He believes that since he was a double agent of sorts, there is no completely solid hope that he will have a true home where all love and trust him. Because of deep, depressing thoughts like this that crouch in his mind, BloodBane generally tries to think about shallow, meaningless subjects. He cannot escape his addiction to philosophy, however. He is destined to think about the deep and complex.
*Picture:*[/u]
I do not own that picture, I found it on Google images. That image is not copyright to me, but it is what I imagine BloodBane to look like. Don't sue me please!
