Post by Akante on Feb 1, 2012 0:43:31 GMT -5
I D E N T I F I C A T I O N
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Name: Theta
Taken Name: Never really uses his real name. Kinda just makes a different one whenever. Has various taken names.
Pronounced: Thee-tah
Meaning: Eighth letter of the greek alphabet
Nickname(s):
[li]Boy
[/li][li]Red
[/li][li]Babylon (favoured pseudo name)
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Species:
[/li][li]100% Dire wolf
Appearance:
[/li][li]White mohawk
[/li][li]Fairly thin fur
[/li][li]Red white and black
[/li][li]babbu blue eyes
Body Build:
[/li][li]Athletic
Disabilities:
[/li][li]None
Scars/Injuries:
[/li][li]Heavily scarred
Height: 3'4"
Weight: 130lbs
L O C A T I O N
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Home: None
Pack: Asylum
Rank: Inmate category three
U N I Q U E - E L E M E N T S
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Brief Overview:
[/li][li] Wild
[/li][li] Feral
[/li][li] Withdrawn
Elaboration:
Theta was perhaps once a normal boy. That little pup who fawned over his mother and father as they were his whole world. Perhaps he once was, but far from that today. Theta seems nothing more than a feral brute who is so totally mindless that nothing filters through into his mind. He acts on basic instinct more than real though, and it takes a damn great deal to halt this side and make him think. Indeed he is capable of intelligent thought, along with real emotions perhaps considered normal by most. The fact of the matter is very simply that he ignores such things. In his mind he doesn't need them. They're not important and don't really help you survive, which to him is the main driving factor of anything. The only real meaning he's had in his life for long enough that the drive to do so is near overpowering.
As a whole he's unlikely to try and shred someone for no reason at all, but he's alas rather fickle in what he takes as a reasonable threat. To him coming too close could be a trigger one day, whilst trying to communicate with him could be a trigger another. It varies and depends. Two sure fire ways to set him off though is to at hostile or surprise him, either of which leading to him lashing out. He's not necessarily a vicious sort, instead seeming to act more like a cornered animal for no seeming reason.
Occasionally he can become possessive and clingy to some people, suffering serious anxiety when separated from them for too long. The reasons for this are unknown, though are likely linked in some way to the overall social deprivation he's suffered for a great deal of his life. Such things are incredibly rare though, and indeed never really seem explainable as to why he attaches himself seemingly at random to another. For the most part he's incredibly distrustful and when forced into a social situation seems to lash out in fear more than anything. In the end he has no idea of how to deal with others beside aggressively shunning and possessively clinging.
S O C I A L - C O N N E C T I O N S
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Friends: ---
Rivals: ---
Family: ---
[/li][li]Mother: Dead
[/li][li]Father: Dead
Mate: ---
Offspring: ---
R E L A T I O N S
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[/li][li] ---
H I S T O R Y
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[/li][li] Lived a normal pup life in a secluded little valley. Kinda just frolicked with siblings. Did puppy stuff adorably.
[/li][li] Nomadic family was attacked by slavers from a nearby pack. Parents were killed whilst he and his siblings were captured.
[/li][li] He and his siblings (young, but old enough to survive without milk and constant care) were turned loose into a secluded woods surrounded by high mountains and guards.
[/li][li] Siblings were mostly picked off by general predators (including individuals like he and his siblings, simply older) or starved to death. He and his sister turned to cannibalizing their dead siblings whilst also feeding off of carrion.
[/li][li] Retained a strong sense of self with her around.
[/li][li] A few months later (around the time he was a year old) the wolves who'd dumped he and his siblings returned with more of their own pack. Proceeded to hunt whoever had survived the isolation in some form of training. During this he was separated from his sister. Still isn't sure where the fuck she is or if she's alive.
[/li][li] Having spent the time in the place learning to survive he did alright for a while, though was quickly tracked down and attacked by one of the hunting party. Wasn't killed and survived the attack.
[/li][li] Became more distrustful after that. Continued growing in isolation for three months. Became more feral as a result, though also gained better insight into survival etc.
[/li][li] The hunting party returned for training. Was once more hunted. This time killed a lone assailant, but was quickly run down and attacked again by the hunters. Once more wasn't killed, but at this point lost near all semblance of civility. Fell into a near total instinctual existence.
[/li][li] Hunting party returned three months later, though this time he fled into the mountains. Very nearly starved to death crossing them (which was assumed to be the reason others didn't attempt it), but survived somehow and found food after.
[/li][li] Rambled around alone after that, though had no idea what the hell to do. Kinda just avoided contact as best he could.
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A R T
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[li] Ref sheet by me
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G I V E - C R E D I T - W H E R E - C R E D I T - I S - D U E
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Outline by River
Design by Kay Yasha (owned by me)
Character by Gearr[/size]