Post by Akante on Aug 10, 2009 20:12:16 GMT -5
The Hoopla
"Boys and girls of every age,
"Boys and girls of every age,
The Basics
|Birth Name|: Night
|Name|: Hoopla
|Pronunciation|: HOOp - Laahhh
|Meaning|: speech or writing intended to mislead; to obscure an issue
|Alias|: Hoop
|Gender|: Male
|Age|: 3 Years
|Species|: Timber Wolf
|Height|: 2'10"
|Weight|: 130 lbs
|Birth Name|: Night
|Name|: Hoopla
|Pronunciation|: HOOp - Laahhh
|Meaning|: speech or writing intended to mislead; to obscure an issue
|Alias|: Hoop
|Gender|: Male
|Age|: 3 Years
|Species|: Timber Wolf
|Height|: 2'10"
|Weight|: 130 lbs
"Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
The Community
|Father|: Moondance
|Mother|: Wish
|Siblings|: Guiseppe (f)
|Half-siblings|: Unknown
|Other|: Unknown
|Past mates|: None
|Current mate|: None
|Offspring|: None
|Past packs|: None
|Past ranks|: Rogue
|Current pack|: Imperium
|Current rank|: "Head" Immune
|Father|: Moondance
|Mother|: Wish
|Siblings|: Guiseppe (f)
|Half-siblings|: Unknown
|Other|: Unknown
|Past mates|: None
|Current mate|: None
|Offspring|: None
|Past packs|: None
|Past ranks|: Rogue
|Current pack|: Imperium
|Current rank|: "Head" Immune
"Come with me, and you will see
The Relationships
Hatred
Angered
Annoyed
Tolerates
Unsure
Acquaintance
Friend
Best Friend
Trusted
Respected
Misses
Crush
Loves
Mate
Family
Enemy
Mortal Enemy
Guiseppe: Annoying family. I don't care about you in the least bit. You all held me back.
Sin: Little miss pneumonia. Try not to get yourself sick again, dear. Ha. You've given me a life that I might not have been able to get. Fate threw you at me, and then it threw me at you. Favors choose the future.
Grady: You've given me as much as a future as your mate. I thank you for that, but you do not seem to care much for me beyond that. And, in due respect, I only respect you as authority. Nothing else. You need to work to earn my actual admiration.
Summanos: My Sovereign. You do not give a damn about how I earned my way into the pack. You seem to make me stronger through your harsh ways. I like this. I like your respect. I want more, but I do not know specifically what I want. Be honored in the fact that I'm leaving my fate to you.
Whiteraine: Keep your damn opinions to your damn self. I don't give a shit if you hate me, but don't throw immature accusations across the table if you don't know what you're talking about! Keep it to yourself, and then confront me one on one as if you have even the slightest bit of courage! I respect you, but I don't have to like you one damn bit.
Flark: Holy fucking dammit. You need to work your ass off if you're going to be an Immune alongside me. Know your damn herbs before blabbering on about shit you don't know. Keep your hatred to yourself until you have the balls to confront me like a brute! Have some fucking courage. I tolerate you as a packmate, but in no way do I respect you more than I have to. Hopefully you'll gain some common sense soon, old hound.
Lerato: Teach me, oh great student. You may have the easy leader for your acceptance, but you still have to impress me if you want the approval of Summanos. And the Sovereign has more power than you can even imagine the Caesar has. Best not lose my challenge, little one. . .
Levana: Hey there beautiful. You know you don't have to do what mommy and daddy say. I can care about you more than that damn pest can. He follows and harasses you. I can care about you, I can heal you. Show some love back. . .
Hatred
Angered
Annoyed
Tolerates
Unsure
Acquaintance
Friend
Best Friend
Trusted
Respected
Misses
Crush
Loves
Mate
Family
Enemy
Mortal Enemy
Guiseppe: Annoying family. I don't care about you in the least bit. You all held me back.
Sin: Little miss pneumonia. Try not to get yourself sick again, dear. Ha. You've given me a life that I might not have been able to get. Fate threw you at me, and then it threw me at you. Favors choose the future.
Grady: You've given me as much as a future as your mate. I thank you for that, but you do not seem to care much for me beyond that. And, in due respect, I only respect you as authority. Nothing else. You need to work to earn my actual admiration.
Summanos: My Sovereign. You do not give a damn about how I earned my way into the pack. You seem to make me stronger through your harsh ways. I like this. I like your respect. I want more, but I do not know specifically what I want. Be honored in the fact that I'm leaving my fate to you.
Whiteraine: Keep your damn opinions to your damn self. I don't give a shit if you hate me, but don't throw immature accusations across the table if you don't know what you're talking about! Keep it to yourself, and then confront me one on one as if you have even the slightest bit of courage! I respect you, but I don't have to like you one damn bit.
Flark: Holy fucking dammit. You need to work your ass off if you're going to be an Immune alongside me. Know your damn herbs before blabbering on about shit you don't know. Keep your hatred to yourself until you have the balls to confront me like a brute! Have some fucking courage. I tolerate you as a packmate, but in no way do I respect you more than I have to. Hopefully you'll gain some common sense soon, old hound.
Lerato: Teach me, oh great student. You may have the easy leader for your acceptance, but you still have to impress me if you want the approval of Summanos. And the Sovereign has more power than you can even imagine the Caesar has. Best not lose my challenge, little one. . .
Levana: Hey there beautiful. You know you don't have to do what mommy and daddy say. I can care about you more than that damn pest can. He follows and harasses you. I can care about you, I can heal you. Show some love back. . .
"This, my town, of Halloween
The Appearance
|Fur texture|: Soft, Regal, Long and Elegant
|Main pelt|: Dull Gray
|Markings|: None
|Tatoos|: None
|Eyes|: Pale Forest Green
|Nose|: Jet Black
|Paw pads|: Dark Gray
|Hair|: Dull Gray
|Acessories|: None
|Other|: None
|Fur texture|: Soft, Regal, Long and Elegant
|Main pelt|: Dull Gray
|Markings|: None
|Tatoos|: None
|Eyes|: Pale Forest Green
|Nose|: Jet Black
|Paw pads|: Dark Gray
|Hair|: Dull Gray
|Acessories|: None
|Other|: None
"This is Halloween! This is Halloween!
The Physical state
|Body build|: Lithe, Durable, and completely healthy. Having an extensive knowledge of herbs and the anatomy of several different creatures, he knows just how to diagnose any health issues he may encounter with himself. Therefore, he will rarely encounter an ailment that he cannot handle. His legs are long and limber, his paws on the smaller size for stealth and quick steppings. His pelt is extremely regal, long, and extravegant.
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|Physical disabilites|: None Noted
|Body build|: Lithe, Durable, and completely healthy. Having an extensive knowledge of herbs and the anatomy of several different creatures, he knows just how to diagnose any health issues he may encounter with himself. Therefore, he will rarely encounter an ailment that he cannot handle. His legs are long and limber, his paws on the smaller size for stealth and quick steppings. His pelt is extremely regal, long, and extravegant.
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"Pumpkins scream in the dead of night!
The Personality
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|Likes|: Torture of those who deserve it, Nighttime, Isolation, Respect, Authority, Secrets, Ominous Sensations, Certain Females, Serving his Authorities, Being Right, Threatening, Being Challenged, Rain, Lightning, Thunder, Rivers
|Dislikes|: Pups, Brats, Traitors, Arrogant Hot-Heads, Over-acting Subordinates, Droughts, Extreme Heat, Being Asked about Himself, Being Challenged
|Strengths|: Medicine, Stealth, Manipulation, Intelligence, Wits
|Weaknesses|: Over-Stress, In the Presence of Highly-Ranked, Being Pushed to do things he can't
|Fears|: Someone might retaliate effectively, He might screw up his 'potions', He might be challenged with something he can't face
|Overall|: Hoops is a sly and mysterious creature. His voice is alluring and charming, yet he is anything but the sort. He likes to play tricks on the mind, fooling you into insanity. He can be the crudest of wolves in certain situations. His lithe movements and extensive knowledge of anatomy and botany prove highly to his advantage. He can prick and poke your nerves until you break down, literally. He is stealthy and knows how to get out of conflicts that he can't win against. His alluring eyes pull in potential victims, or females if he is in the mood for it. Although he may seem sadistic and cruel, he does have some form of a conscience. He knows not to act out openly in front of authority, or at least not to the authority. If someone pisses him off while the authority is present, he'll definately be sure to let them know that he's angry. Known for winning his debates with his wordplay, Hoopla sees himself as almost a sacred figure. He sees himself as unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with. Hoopla adores the fact that Summanos has already seemed to acknowledge this, and given him authority so quickly. He wants to become more powerful, but not to the point where he's the absolute leader. He would hate such a responsibility. Nah. He'd much rather be the backseat driver with a lot of influence.
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|Agression|: ||||||||||
|Humour|: ||||||||||
|Intelligence|: ||||||||||
|Wisdom|: ||||||||||
|Vainess|: ||||||||||
|Sanity|: ||||||||||
|Likes|: Torture of those who deserve it, Nighttime, Isolation, Respect, Authority, Secrets, Ominous Sensations, Certain Females, Serving his Authorities, Being Right, Threatening, Being Challenged, Rain, Lightning, Thunder, Rivers
|Dislikes|: Pups, Brats, Traitors, Arrogant Hot-Heads, Over-acting Subordinates, Droughts, Extreme Heat, Being Asked about Himself, Being Challenged
|Strengths|: Medicine, Stealth, Manipulation, Intelligence, Wits
|Weaknesses|: Over-Stress, In the Presence of Highly-Ranked, Being Pushed to do things he can't
|Fears|: Someone might retaliate effectively, He might screw up his 'potions', He might be challenged with something he can't face
|Overall|: Hoops is a sly and mysterious creature. His voice is alluring and charming, yet he is anything but the sort. He likes to play tricks on the mind, fooling you into insanity. He can be the crudest of wolves in certain situations. His lithe movements and extensive knowledge of anatomy and botany prove highly to his advantage. He can prick and poke your nerves until you break down, literally. He is stealthy and knows how to get out of conflicts that he can't win against. His alluring eyes pull in potential victims, or females if he is in the mood for it. Although he may seem sadistic and cruel, he does have some form of a conscience. He knows not to act out openly in front of authority, or at least not to the authority. If someone pisses him off while the authority is present, he'll definately be sure to let them know that he's angry. Known for winning his debates with his wordplay, Hoopla sees himself as almost a sacred figure. He sees himself as unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with. Hoopla adores the fact that Summanos has already seemed to acknowledge this, and given him authority so quickly. He wants to become more powerful, but not to the point where he's the absolute leader. He would hate such a responsibility. Nah. He'd much rather be the backseat driver with a lot of influence.
"This is Halloween! Everybody make a scene!
The History
|Non-BBA|: Leaving his family once old enough, Hoopla was always one to depend on himself. He didn't give a crap about his sister, Guiseppe, and he felt his parents were too protective over him. He felt as though they were keeping him away from showing his potential to the world, and that was downright obnoxious. Once about a year old, he ditched his parents and sister, off to roam the world as he damn well pleased. He started off in the Red Mountains, claiming an abandoned cave as his home. There was a tree growing in the back of this cave, as there was a hole in the cieling. This withering tree was a source of inspiration to the brute, and he constantly brought more dirt and soil into the cave, hoping to nurture this source of life. It didn't prosper, but at least the tree didn't die. It still lived, just as it had been living. Despite that this tree grew under a large gap in the cave's cieling, Hoopla always slept underneath it. Even when the rains would pour down, and the snow would completely wipe out the skies, he slept there.
Eventually, he came to know about all of the plants and herbs that grew around his little home. He collected them, experimented with them, and learned the basics of botony and healing. Territorial and extremely protective of his little home, Hoopla chased out any fool who dared to come within a mile raidus of his self-claimed territory. One day, this ended badly for him, as he fought with a blackblood female. Stubborn little bitch didn't want to budge, and so Hoops felt he had no choice but to force her out. Starting the fight, he quickly regretted it as she zoned into the Fury. Managing to hold her off for a bit, Hoopla soon realized he was in deep shit. As he neared the ledge that was over the entrance to his cave, he shoved her. She fell, about fifteen feet, and thudded against the ground. Fury-induced, she didn't feel the pain, but she sure as hell had it. He could hear the snaps of her bones as she savagely tried to get up. Bleeding and in pain, Hoopla had half the mind to slaughter her sorry little ass right there. But, with his obsession with his remedies, he refrained. He sat atop his ledge and waited for her to pass out of the Fury.
After a few hours, the timber brute descended from his little throne. The female was passed out, panting, and bleeding. Dragging her fat body into his cave, the male began his work. He forcefed red and white oak bark to her, tended to her external injuries, and aided her until she completely healed. Arrogant as she was, she did not exactly thank him. After a week of recovery, which is a miraculous time span, she slashed him across the chest as a farewell present. Not wanting it to scar, with the winter season coming up soon, Hoopla tended to his injuries in haste instead of picking another fight. The scars disappeared rather quickly, and now he was back to his little obsessive life. Back to his life where he spent the day experimenting and playing with his little plants. But there was going to be a change. Another visitor. But not just one. Three!
Three wolves, by the names of Grady, Sin, and Summanos. Three Latin wolves, well, at least two. Sin didn't seem to speak much Latin, even though she knew it. They were just passing through, passing to get to the Marshlands. But they needed help. Sin was sick. Deathly sick. Pneumonia. Ahaaaa! Leaping at the chance to prove his skills to the world, he was quick to accept the challenge. For no more than a week, the three rogues stayed with Hoopla. Sin was strictly restricted to the wamrth of Hoopla's den, where she was tended to properly. Bringing the female, and apparently mate of Grady, back from the brink of death, Hoopla was told something wonderful. In due payment for his services, he would be offered a home in a pack called Imperium once it claimed land. He accepted this, but stayed behind as they continued their travels. The idea of being confined in a pack was unattractive to the brute. He quite enjoyed the little life he had out here. But, reconsidering, he soon set out after them. The idea of having the favoritism of authority was so alluring. So attractive.
|Through RP|: After roaming through the Marshlands for a few days, Hoopla finally arrived at the borders to Imperium. The water-soaked territory of the marshes was different to the brute, but it was intriguing. He could only begin to imagine the new variety of potions and remedies he could conjure up. Confronted by none other than Sin, he was accepted warmly by the female. But he wasn't given the mere Plebian rank. No. Being recognized for his skills out in the Red Mountains, Hoopla was immediately granted the Immune rank. A rank of Military power. Amused by the sudden gain in rank, Hoopla saw a bright future in his midst. He could see himself gaining his way up in ranks, higher and higher. But it was then that he realized something. Perhaps Immune was the best rank for him. He knew potions and plants and herbs better than anyone could possibly dream. Would he give that up? Leave some weaker fool to take his place? Perhaps not. . .
Working right away to prove his worth, he set right off to the rank training. Questioned by the Sovereign, Summanos, Hoopla proved himself worthy of his rank. He made himself proud to be so strong in the presence of others. And, soon after that, he aided Summanos in the challenge of another pack for their territory. Staying by the Sovereign's side as they invaded their enemies' territory, he re-pledged his loyalty. He was ready to fight for this pack. He was ready to die. But Summanos had better use of him. Sending him back to Imperium to watch the territory while he fought, Summanos chose two other wolves to fight beside him. Almost insulted, Hoopla relunctantly obliged. He felt as though he was being underestimated and underappreciated. He then vowed to himself that he would show Summanos just how useful he could be. And, as Summanos returned back from the battle, Hoopla had his chance. The Sovereign was covered in scars, and they were most likely infected. Hoopla saw his chance and took it. Acting quickly, he arrived to the Sovereign with his pre-planned kit of remedies. Giving Summanos the proper herbs and plants to heal him, he sat back in satisfaction. But the wolves around him seemed to disagree with his choice of herbs. Shouting accusations of trying to kill the Sovereign and accusing him of immaturity, they showed their obvious jealousy of him. Aggrivated, though not intimidated, Hoopla went in-depth with his explination and defense. It seemed to please Summanos, as he placed him in charge of all other Immunes in the pack. He also wanted him to work directly under the Sovereign's wing. What an honor!
For months, Hoopla put himself to work within the pack. He made sure he was always stocked up with his herbs and supplies. He resided in the newer, more elevated territory of Imperium. Here, where the red oaks grew, he found himself more accustomed. It was more like the Red Mountains than down in the bogs. Interrupted by a disturbing call, Hoopla was almost scared half to shit. It was Summanos, but not like he had ever heard him before. Quickly on the scene, Hoopla was disgusted to find Princess Juila slain on the ground, scattered to bits and left for the crows. Hoops sat down, not knowing what to do or what to say. For the time being, he merely vowed the vengance that would be sought. And oh, how he wanted to be the one to see to it.
|Past roleplays| (Active, Slow, Inactive,Finished):
Exspectata mihi , Imperium , vestri hostilis. [His Acceptance]
Show Your Strength
With the Moon on our Side
Reverto Per Victoria
The Beast calls
We Spin Into Insanity
Ab initio [Acceptance]
terra firma [Acceptance]
Something Tragic
|Non-BBA|: Leaving his family once old enough, Hoopla was always one to depend on himself. He didn't give a crap about his sister, Guiseppe, and he felt his parents were too protective over him. He felt as though they were keeping him away from showing his potential to the world, and that was downright obnoxious. Once about a year old, he ditched his parents and sister, off to roam the world as he damn well pleased. He started off in the Red Mountains, claiming an abandoned cave as his home. There was a tree growing in the back of this cave, as there was a hole in the cieling. This withering tree was a source of inspiration to the brute, and he constantly brought more dirt and soil into the cave, hoping to nurture this source of life. It didn't prosper, but at least the tree didn't die. It still lived, just as it had been living. Despite that this tree grew under a large gap in the cave's cieling, Hoopla always slept underneath it. Even when the rains would pour down, and the snow would completely wipe out the skies, he slept there.
Eventually, he came to know about all of the plants and herbs that grew around his little home. He collected them, experimented with them, and learned the basics of botony and healing. Territorial and extremely protective of his little home, Hoopla chased out any fool who dared to come within a mile raidus of his self-claimed territory. One day, this ended badly for him, as he fought with a blackblood female. Stubborn little bitch didn't want to budge, and so Hoops felt he had no choice but to force her out. Starting the fight, he quickly regretted it as she zoned into the Fury. Managing to hold her off for a bit, Hoopla soon realized he was in deep shit. As he neared the ledge that was over the entrance to his cave, he shoved her. She fell, about fifteen feet, and thudded against the ground. Fury-induced, she didn't feel the pain, but she sure as hell had it. He could hear the snaps of her bones as she savagely tried to get up. Bleeding and in pain, Hoopla had half the mind to slaughter her sorry little ass right there. But, with his obsession with his remedies, he refrained. He sat atop his ledge and waited for her to pass out of the Fury.
After a few hours, the timber brute descended from his little throne. The female was passed out, panting, and bleeding. Dragging her fat body into his cave, the male began his work. He forcefed red and white oak bark to her, tended to her external injuries, and aided her until she completely healed. Arrogant as she was, she did not exactly thank him. After a week of recovery, which is a miraculous time span, she slashed him across the chest as a farewell present. Not wanting it to scar, with the winter season coming up soon, Hoopla tended to his injuries in haste instead of picking another fight. The scars disappeared rather quickly, and now he was back to his little obsessive life. Back to his life where he spent the day experimenting and playing with his little plants. But there was going to be a change. Another visitor. But not just one. Three!
Three wolves, by the names of Grady, Sin, and Summanos. Three Latin wolves, well, at least two. Sin didn't seem to speak much Latin, even though she knew it. They were just passing through, passing to get to the Marshlands. But they needed help. Sin was sick. Deathly sick. Pneumonia. Ahaaaa! Leaping at the chance to prove his skills to the world, he was quick to accept the challenge. For no more than a week, the three rogues stayed with Hoopla. Sin was strictly restricted to the wamrth of Hoopla's den, where she was tended to properly. Bringing the female, and apparently mate of Grady, back from the brink of death, Hoopla was told something wonderful. In due payment for his services, he would be offered a home in a pack called Imperium once it claimed land. He accepted this, but stayed behind as they continued their travels. The idea of being confined in a pack was unattractive to the brute. He quite enjoyed the little life he had out here. But, reconsidering, he soon set out after them. The idea of having the favoritism of authority was so alluring. So attractive.
|Through RP|: After roaming through the Marshlands for a few days, Hoopla finally arrived at the borders to Imperium. The water-soaked territory of the marshes was different to the brute, but it was intriguing. He could only begin to imagine the new variety of potions and remedies he could conjure up. Confronted by none other than Sin, he was accepted warmly by the female. But he wasn't given the mere Plebian rank. No. Being recognized for his skills out in the Red Mountains, Hoopla was immediately granted the Immune rank. A rank of Military power. Amused by the sudden gain in rank, Hoopla saw a bright future in his midst. He could see himself gaining his way up in ranks, higher and higher. But it was then that he realized something. Perhaps Immune was the best rank for him. He knew potions and plants and herbs better than anyone could possibly dream. Would he give that up? Leave some weaker fool to take his place? Perhaps not. . .
Working right away to prove his worth, he set right off to the rank training. Questioned by the Sovereign, Summanos, Hoopla proved himself worthy of his rank. He made himself proud to be so strong in the presence of others. And, soon after that, he aided Summanos in the challenge of another pack for their territory. Staying by the Sovereign's side as they invaded their enemies' territory, he re-pledged his loyalty. He was ready to fight for this pack. He was ready to die. But Summanos had better use of him. Sending him back to Imperium to watch the territory while he fought, Summanos chose two other wolves to fight beside him. Almost insulted, Hoopla relunctantly obliged. He felt as though he was being underestimated and underappreciated. He then vowed to himself that he would show Summanos just how useful he could be. And, as Summanos returned back from the battle, Hoopla had his chance. The Sovereign was covered in scars, and they were most likely infected. Hoopla saw his chance and took it. Acting quickly, he arrived to the Sovereign with his pre-planned kit of remedies. Giving Summanos the proper herbs and plants to heal him, he sat back in satisfaction. But the wolves around him seemed to disagree with his choice of herbs. Shouting accusations of trying to kill the Sovereign and accusing him of immaturity, they showed their obvious jealousy of him. Aggrivated, though not intimidated, Hoopla went in-depth with his explination and defense. It seemed to please Summanos, as he placed him in charge of all other Immunes in the pack. He also wanted him to work directly under the Sovereign's wing. What an honor!
For months, Hoopla put himself to work within the pack. He made sure he was always stocked up with his herbs and supplies. He resided in the newer, more elevated territory of Imperium. Here, where the red oaks grew, he found himself more accustomed. It was more like the Red Mountains than down in the bogs. Interrupted by a disturbing call, Hoopla was almost scared half to shit. It was Summanos, but not like he had ever heard him before. Quickly on the scene, Hoopla was disgusted to find Princess Juila slain on the ground, scattered to bits and left for the crows. Hoops sat down, not knowing what to do or what to say. For the time being, he merely vowed the vengance that would be sought. And oh, how he wanted to be the one to see to it.
|Past roleplays| (Active, Slow, Inactive,
Show Your Strength
Reverto Per Victoria
The Beast calls
We Spin Into Insanity
Ab initio [Acceptance]
terra firma [Acceptance]
Something Tragic
"Trick or treat, until the neighbors go and die of fright!
The Rest
|Design|© Bocardi & Luckeh
|Character|© Bocardi
|Development|© Akante
|Played By| Akante
|Main Reference|© Luckeh
|Credits|: Profile Outline - Blondefang
|Design|© Bocardi & Luckeh
|Character|© Bocardi
|Development|© Akante
|Played By| Akante
|Main Reference|© Luckeh
|Credits|: Profile Outline - Blondefang
