Post by ى ι α on Apr 30, 2010 11:13:46 GMT -5
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OOC Name/Nickname: Jenn!
Calling:Sia
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Species/Breed: Maned Wolf
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Pelt/Hair color and length: Medium length over body, soft and feathery to the touch. Mostly covered in a red colour with long black legs and a black 'mane' that extends to the middle of his back. The tip of his tail is white, the fur slightly longer than the rest of his body.
Eye color: Plain. Dark brown, nothing special.
Build (height, weight, overall structure): A slender body resting on extremely long legs. Standing at around three and a half feet (42 inches) at the shoulders and weighing in at 55 lbs. His long legs make him the tallest wild canine.
Detailed Description (or picture): His ears are exceptionally large for his small head, appearing as if they don't belong. A long black muzzle sports a small black nose at it's tip. He has small almond shaped eyes. Essentially, his entire body looks as if it were something fictional. Standing taller than any other average wild canine, it's hard not to look up to him... so to speak.
º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º
History: Born into a world of screams, howls and whimpers, Sia became used to the horrors that filled the laboratories. Another stench of death became just as much of a normal occurrence as urinating. For a brief moment upon his entrance into this world, he caught a short lived stench of death radiating from his mother. One he would never remember. Torn from her insides, upon her death, prematurely, he was raised by the not so vigilant hands of his human torturers. The testing started early, mere weeks after his birth. Blood tests, fecal samples, a smörgåsbord of painful injections all were a part of his daily agenda. Although he abhorred these rituals, Sia willingly exited his cramped kennel for a chance to stretch his legs and to silently follow the two legged mammals into well lit rooms which blinded the wolf for a instant. For five years he had survived all of this. Much longer than most of the other mournful canines and humans that filled those decaying walls. Hearing countless escape plans, seeing countless attempts of aggression, and smelling the countless consequence of failure from such actions, Sia learned to keep his head low and mouth shut. This was no form of life for any creature to have to withstand. But it was a life, one that he cherished.
When the explosion happened, Sia was knocked unconscious for hours. While others fled the building and even more lives ceased in those hours, Sia slept peacefully. No one bothering to check on the wolf, which couldn't be blamed. A chance to escape for the souls in that place was one taken without regard. Upon awakening, his head was sore and painful spasms shot through his body. Out of all the pains he had endured over his years, this was surely the worst, finding himself wishing for death for every second that passed. When they stopped, they did so quickly. Laying in a pool of his own urine and feces, Sia struggled to arise from his downed position, legs faltering and failing under his light form. Something had changed within his head. A feeling of absolute knowing now washed over him as he limped out of the place he had, for so long, called home passing a large array of lifeless forms, some still twitching, as he made his way out the front gates.
For as long as Sia has been alive, he has never came in close contact with another canine. Only seeing them walk past his kennel and only hearing their words from behind the numerous concrete kennels. Fear was not something he was used to. But after seeing the aftermath of the explosion and some of the other canines were capable of, he now had a deep fear of his own kinds. Still mostly silent, he wanders through the safest part of the lands with no real objective other than to avoid the fearsome beasts that he now had to roam with.
It took him much too long to realize what had happened to him that day. At first, it started as a feeling. Instinct, he thought. A force deep within him telling him who to avoid and who was a temporary acceptable companion. As he became more and more used to himself in the wild and more aware of everything around him, the feelings turned from just that to complete knowledge. He knew exactly what kind of power a canine had, exactly how they used it, if they were good at it and what it's consequences were. If someone had developed one of these powers, Sia knew more about it than they did themselves.
Personality: Sia has always been quiet and observant. He learned from a young age that reacting without thinking could get you into trouble, or even worse, leave you six feet under. Never having any real social contact until recently, he is awkward and reserved when meeting a new canine. The fear of the 'others' with powers has driven him to be extremely skiddish with new arrivals into his life until he either notices that they have no power at all, or that their powers will not be used against him. Sia thinks packs draw attention, and refuses to join one. The las thing he wants on his plate is a war against being far more powerful than he.
Despite his conserved, unsociable nature, Sia is quite happy with life. Avoid what needs to be avoided and keep moving are the motives he lives by to make life possible here. Just like most males, he prefers to speak when information needs to be shared and not for a simple bonding ritual. Observation is key to life. Without observing your surroundings, keeping in tune with the sounds and scents, you can easily find yourself dead in a heartbeat, and Sia has seen too much death in this lifetime, from now on, he wants to avoid it.
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents:Re; Mother - Deceased/Father -Deceased
Siblings:Unknown
Other Family:N/A
Friends:N/A
Half of the Island Character Resides:East
Group:Loner
Rank:
Power: Power Sensing - Ability to sense and recognize powers from a short distance.
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