Post by ≈ Sky ≈ on Aug 10, 2009 11:34:54 GMT -5
Vargspår - Drawn by Blindsight
*Basics*
Fullname: Vargspår
Common Name: Varg
Nickname: DeadEyes (insulting), Death (Arista & company), General (makes his ego purr), Vorhang (means blind), Shikatsu (Kai; means 'life & death')
Species: Wolf (Largely 'Highland')
Gender: Male
Age: Ten
Birth Place: Highlands (Scotland Area)
Height: 3'5"
Weight: 200 pounds
Current Pack: Unallied
Home: Alteron
'Pointy' Name: Misericorde
*Family*
Sire: Unknown
Dame: Unknown
Siblings: Serxis (half-brother)
Mate: Sky
Spawn:
-------Phobos & Cleaver. (Famine)
-------Kelevra. (Dagger)
-------Shinshoku, Sasori & Kritaxius. (Arista)
-------Zashi, Sweet, & Xiphos. (Sky)
-------Itak & Haras (Sky)
Grandchildren:
-------Hellbaby & Arsenic (Phobos x Noriki)
------- I dunno their names XD (Zashi x Crow)
Breeds of wolf contained in Varg:
Bernard's Wolf (Canis lupus bernardi)
Steppe Wolf (Canis lupus campestris)
Austro-Hungarian Wolf (Canis lupus minor)
Mongolian Wolf (Canis lupus chanco)
Eastern Timber Wolf (Canis lupus lycaon)
Eurasian Tundra Wolf(Canis lupus albus)
Fenrir Wolf (Canis lupus aesiri)
*Appearance*
Is no manner of spectacular creature. Varg is, practically, no manner of functioning wolf. To look at him it would not be a surprise to think that nature fashioned him from the left over bits of other wolves she had created; a sort of patchwork soldier. The front end of him thick, hard, and well done for a forefront, imposing and promicing enough a facade. Set into his upper jaw are ill fitting fangs, too long for the wolf who bares them, they drop over his bottom lip at all times. Opaque and useless eyes are set into his skull. Glossy marbles bewitched by a ghostly world of reflection to that which is around him, but no longer portals to any inch of the soul. Rusted hooks and midnight scythes long abandoned by the hands of devil and reaper alike would make up such a specimen as what lurked here. His coat a bejagged coil of long fur ansestors meant for warmth, this brute would dub as armor. These coils suffer him no great burden, only make for jagged decorations on the sides of his jaw and the front of his lower maw, rusted always at their tips. Varg's gut is waifish thin. Where his front end is well conditioned for effort and work, he apparently does not feed as well as other wolves might. Wolves with full use of their senses. His flanks, however, are a continuation of the fore lie. Well muscled and well meaning, his hinde legs are as perfectly capeable appearing as his front ones, but by then his gut has already given him away. The thickness of his legs is betrayed, again, by the size of his paws. Large, large like his teeth they both may well have been plucked from the same wolf who did not have need of them. Varg's paws, and likewise the black talonous daggers there residing, are larger than should be on a shape such as Varg's. Although, one would have to wonder how much good even that could do him. For these few gifts of claws and teeth that Varg was granted, the brute is peppered in the badges of battle. Lacerations, cuts, claw marks and simple bites, all have left their tag on his hide. Coated in the wounds of every make and modle, the most distinct will always be the one which cros in an x over each of his 'eyes'.
*Personality*
Varg is a pure militarist at heart. A dead-to-rights loner, no question. Untrusting, detached, nearly seperate entirely from the world of the flesh. His dark disposition and hateful attitude are well earned, but are also controlled to a reasonable degree at most times. This black's attempts to ajust to pack life have not gone swimmingly, and in truth he has only learned not to seek war with all which moves around him. He does not seek power the way that a warrior personality like his could. To him, leadership is best left to those with a mind for deception and manipulation, Varg's world only consists of 'destroy' or 'do not destroy'. In such a way his loyalty could be earned by a willing master of puppets.
The brute's peceptions of an individual are all based on their military applications and the degree to which he finds he can offer them respect. If Varg finds he can feel no respect for an individual, then he can feel nothing for them at all.
"[What Varg has] is a kind of honor. One that most people don't ever see... simply because most 'dark' characters do not possess it. Varg's very different though. He's skilled in fighting, and obviously knows what he's doing, but as was mentioned before, I have yet to see him make a 'thrill kill.'
Not letting Javelin be eaten, there's a grand example. Any of the 'dark' characters these days would've made it a point to laugh at the boy and leave him to die. Varg didn't. And the simple fact that he allows everyone a chance to run. Not to humiliate them, as many would, but to at least give them the chance, as many are not that willing to die.
If it isn't honor, then it's...a sort of code he lives by, I suppose. -shrugs- I don't really know what you'd call it, but I know that Varg isn't all dark, murderous and evil... That wolf commands a lot of respect, I think. " - Adimus
******Explination of Varg's Rank/Position******
I get a lot of people saying that Varg is old, and blind, and injured, and because of these things they can't understand what use he would be or find it a bit nonsensical that he fights the way he does or continues to live even. They especially, therefore, can't understand why he sustains a position of any note..so I’ve decided to explain this.
Varg has never asked for nor tried to achieve any notoriety. To put it plainly, Varg simply exists. He obtained the log by coming across it and claiming it as his own. He joined Alteron because he was recruited after having been found on Alteron territory, not because he wanted to belong or function with others and he was originally given the rank of general because it was thought he’d make an intimidating figure head, a good symbol of fear and terror to be rallied behind as he is brutal looking and vicious in combat. He’s a stoic, a dysfunctional and that he has lived so long with nothing really going for him adds a bit to his mysticism…and mysticism is what Varg is primarily composed of.
“"Varg" wasn't an old, blind wolf; "Varg" is an idea that sparks discontent, and sometimes (warning: cliche!) fear, into hearts. He was a legend, and though he didn't have any real reason to be, people roleplayed their characters as though he was a great and terrible creature that shouldn't be reckoned with. That's where his strength comes from, and the ability to shoot down "controversy". It all depends on how people roleplay with him, I suppose.†– Sky
Vargy is a it like the Lord of the Flies in...The Lord of the Flies. He's just a pig's head on a stick but the percieved power he has sort of reflects the mental states of those around him. He acts as a thing to be idolized, hated, and used to intimidate others because of its 'other'ness...I think that's the place he's really come to occupy...the place of a pig head
To that end, if you don’t want your character (or even aren’t inclined yourself) to be in awe of Varg than simply don’t be. Nothing obligates you. Even some of my own characters can see threw the idea that permeates Alteron mentality that there is something in Varg which roots him right into the savagery of the Alteron jungle, but Varg’s savagery is actually made up of the collective invention of Alteron minds. His terribleness is as much of a collective invention of ever individual who has interacted with him as mine.
So someone blame er’budy who lets me be this whacky for a change ^.~
*Story* (OLD…But I ain’t updating it)
Similar to a good number of individuals, Varg was abandoned as a pup. That this practice is so common, apparently, afforded Varg a benefit. In his wandering over the ‘scape a small pack of wolf pups, abandoned, was eventually assembled. As the number of Varg's seasons grew, so too did the small nameless behind him. Varg was not a leader, the others were simply followers. Varg perceived that they placed themselves behind a shielf of promising stability, and it did not bother him. Varg was never a wolf to give much instruction, he simply did and those juveniles would respond in kind. In time it was less a pack than a mobile berserker unit, it was effective. Packs, however, began to grow more and more disgusted with a band of nameless wanderers who rapaciously tore through territories and hunting grounds. The juveniles had to be dispersed and destroyed, so they were. Varg may have had a concept of his own strength, but he lacked the interest to know the abilities of his followers or the strength that would rise against him in the numbers he was to face. Varg was overtaken. Brought down to the ground within a short time, most of his 'pack' abandoning him to the ravages of a war he'd made for himself. Varg was not killed by the Highland brothers who downed him. To have done such to a strength like his would have been uncontionable, unacceptable. Instead, a young Varg was pinned down as an alpha slashed his eyes, and was then abandoned for dead. A wolf with full use of his eyes at birth would never be able to make the adjustment to being blind that would be required for him to survive; that was the thought. Even a blind pup has so little chance to make it, how could a wolf who had been able to rely on sight possibly survive?
The test of will was not lost by Varg.
Varg has held only one other home before Alteron, and that he would never admit. The Highland was held briefly in human possession once upon a time. The novelty of having a blind wolf had been intriguing to man, but the novelty of a blind wolf fighting other, more domestic dogs had apparently been even more irresistible. Much of the scars Varg bares could assumedly be from such a time.
His tail was not long ago snapped and broken, only to heal crooked down at an angle. When wagged or moved it snaps and grinds as ill set vertebrae rub together with little regard for the comfort of their owner.
Pictures:
Updated Scars-------------------------------------------------------------------
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Special Feature (Updated regularly)
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Fights: 12
Wolves thuroughly whooped on: 6
Wolves Traumatized: 4
Wolves Killed: 3
Wolf skins: 5
Sabers thuroughly whooped on: 0
Sabers Traumatized: 0
Sabers Killed: 0
Saber skins: 0
Slaves:
-- Famine
Apprentices:
-Javelin (Soldier)
-Akaika (Tau)
Skins:
-Lie (white wolf)
-Caligula (black wolf)
-NPC white wolf
-Nova (brown design bin wolf)
*Basics*
Fullname: Vargspår
Common Name: Varg
Nickname: DeadEyes (insulting), Death (Arista & company), General (makes his ego purr), Vorhang (means blind), Shikatsu (Kai; means 'life & death')
Species: Wolf (Largely 'Highland')
Gender: Male
Age: Ten
Birth Place: Highlands (Scotland Area)
Height: 3'5"
Weight: 200 pounds
Current Pack: Unallied
Home: Alteron
'Pointy' Name: Misericorde
*Family*
Sire: Unknown
Dame: Unknown
Siblings: Serxis (half-brother)
Mate: Sky
Spawn:
-------Phobos & Cleaver. (Famine)
-------Kelevra. (Dagger)
-------Shinshoku, Sasori & Kritaxius. (Arista)
-------Zashi, Sweet, & Xiphos. (Sky)
-------Itak & Haras (Sky)
Grandchildren:
-------Hellbaby & Arsenic (Phobos x Noriki)
------- I dunno their names XD (Zashi x Crow)
Breeds of wolf contained in Varg:
Bernard's Wolf (Canis lupus bernardi)
Steppe Wolf (Canis lupus campestris)
Austro-Hungarian Wolf (Canis lupus minor)
Mongolian Wolf (Canis lupus chanco)
Eastern Timber Wolf (Canis lupus lycaon)
Eurasian Tundra Wolf(Canis lupus albus)
Fenrir Wolf (Canis lupus aesiri)
*Appearance*
Is no manner of spectacular creature. Varg is, practically, no manner of functioning wolf. To look at him it would not be a surprise to think that nature fashioned him from the left over bits of other wolves she had created; a sort of patchwork soldier. The front end of him thick, hard, and well done for a forefront, imposing and promicing enough a facade. Set into his upper jaw are ill fitting fangs, too long for the wolf who bares them, they drop over his bottom lip at all times. Opaque and useless eyes are set into his skull. Glossy marbles bewitched by a ghostly world of reflection to that which is around him, but no longer portals to any inch of the soul. Rusted hooks and midnight scythes long abandoned by the hands of devil and reaper alike would make up such a specimen as what lurked here. His coat a bejagged coil of long fur ansestors meant for warmth, this brute would dub as armor. These coils suffer him no great burden, only make for jagged decorations on the sides of his jaw and the front of his lower maw, rusted always at their tips. Varg's gut is waifish thin. Where his front end is well conditioned for effort and work, he apparently does not feed as well as other wolves might. Wolves with full use of their senses. His flanks, however, are a continuation of the fore lie. Well muscled and well meaning, his hinde legs are as perfectly capeable appearing as his front ones, but by then his gut has already given him away. The thickness of his legs is betrayed, again, by the size of his paws. Large, large like his teeth they both may well have been plucked from the same wolf who did not have need of them. Varg's paws, and likewise the black talonous daggers there residing, are larger than should be on a shape such as Varg's. Although, one would have to wonder how much good even that could do him. For these few gifts of claws and teeth that Varg was granted, the brute is peppered in the badges of battle. Lacerations, cuts, claw marks and simple bites, all have left their tag on his hide. Coated in the wounds of every make and modle, the most distinct will always be the one which cros in an x over each of his 'eyes'.
*Personality*
Varg is a pure militarist at heart. A dead-to-rights loner, no question. Untrusting, detached, nearly seperate entirely from the world of the flesh. His dark disposition and hateful attitude are well earned, but are also controlled to a reasonable degree at most times. This black's attempts to ajust to pack life have not gone swimmingly, and in truth he has only learned not to seek war with all which moves around him. He does not seek power the way that a warrior personality like his could. To him, leadership is best left to those with a mind for deception and manipulation, Varg's world only consists of 'destroy' or 'do not destroy'. In such a way his loyalty could be earned by a willing master of puppets.
The brute's peceptions of an individual are all based on their military applications and the degree to which he finds he can offer them respect. If Varg finds he can feel no respect for an individual, then he can feel nothing for them at all.
"[What Varg has] is a kind of honor. One that most people don't ever see... simply because most 'dark' characters do not possess it. Varg's very different though. He's skilled in fighting, and obviously knows what he's doing, but as was mentioned before, I have yet to see him make a 'thrill kill.'
Not letting Javelin be eaten, there's a grand example. Any of the 'dark' characters these days would've made it a point to laugh at the boy and leave him to die. Varg didn't. And the simple fact that he allows everyone a chance to run. Not to humiliate them, as many would, but to at least give them the chance, as many are not that willing to die.
If it isn't honor, then it's...a sort of code he lives by, I suppose. -shrugs- I don't really know what you'd call it, but I know that Varg isn't all dark, murderous and evil... That wolf commands a lot of respect, I think. " - Adimus
******Explination of Varg's Rank/Position******
I get a lot of people saying that Varg is old, and blind, and injured, and because of these things they can't understand what use he would be or find it a bit nonsensical that he fights the way he does or continues to live even. They especially, therefore, can't understand why he sustains a position of any note..so I’ve decided to explain this.
Varg has never asked for nor tried to achieve any notoriety. To put it plainly, Varg simply exists. He obtained the log by coming across it and claiming it as his own. He joined Alteron because he was recruited after having been found on Alteron territory, not because he wanted to belong or function with others and he was originally given the rank of general because it was thought he’d make an intimidating figure head, a good symbol of fear and terror to be rallied behind as he is brutal looking and vicious in combat. He’s a stoic, a dysfunctional and that he has lived so long with nothing really going for him adds a bit to his mysticism…and mysticism is what Varg is primarily composed of.
“"Varg" wasn't an old, blind wolf; "Varg" is an idea that sparks discontent, and sometimes (warning: cliche!) fear, into hearts. He was a legend, and though he didn't have any real reason to be, people roleplayed their characters as though he was a great and terrible creature that shouldn't be reckoned with. That's where his strength comes from, and the ability to shoot down "controversy". It all depends on how people roleplay with him, I suppose.†– Sky
Vargy is a it like the Lord of the Flies in...The Lord of the Flies. He's just a pig's head on a stick but the percieved power he has sort of reflects the mental states of those around him. He acts as a thing to be idolized, hated, and used to intimidate others because of its 'other'ness...I think that's the place he's really come to occupy...the place of a pig head
To that end, if you don’t want your character (or even aren’t inclined yourself) to be in awe of Varg than simply don’t be. Nothing obligates you. Even some of my own characters can see threw the idea that permeates Alteron mentality that there is something in Varg which roots him right into the savagery of the Alteron jungle, but Varg’s savagery is actually made up of the collective invention of Alteron minds. His terribleness is as much of a collective invention of ever individual who has interacted with him as mine.
So someone blame er’budy who lets me be this whacky for a change ^.~
*Story* (OLD…But I ain’t updating it)
Similar to a good number of individuals, Varg was abandoned as a pup. That this practice is so common, apparently, afforded Varg a benefit. In his wandering over the ‘scape a small pack of wolf pups, abandoned, was eventually assembled. As the number of Varg's seasons grew, so too did the small nameless behind him. Varg was not a leader, the others were simply followers. Varg perceived that they placed themselves behind a shielf of promising stability, and it did not bother him. Varg was never a wolf to give much instruction, he simply did and those juveniles would respond in kind. In time it was less a pack than a mobile berserker unit, it was effective. Packs, however, began to grow more and more disgusted with a band of nameless wanderers who rapaciously tore through territories and hunting grounds. The juveniles had to be dispersed and destroyed, so they were. Varg may have had a concept of his own strength, but he lacked the interest to know the abilities of his followers or the strength that would rise against him in the numbers he was to face. Varg was overtaken. Brought down to the ground within a short time, most of his 'pack' abandoning him to the ravages of a war he'd made for himself. Varg was not killed by the Highland brothers who downed him. To have done such to a strength like his would have been uncontionable, unacceptable. Instead, a young Varg was pinned down as an alpha slashed his eyes, and was then abandoned for dead. A wolf with full use of his eyes at birth would never be able to make the adjustment to being blind that would be required for him to survive; that was the thought. Even a blind pup has so little chance to make it, how could a wolf who had been able to rely on sight possibly survive?
The test of will was not lost by Varg.
Varg has held only one other home before Alteron, and that he would never admit. The Highland was held briefly in human possession once upon a time. The novelty of having a blind wolf had been intriguing to man, but the novelty of a blind wolf fighting other, more domestic dogs had apparently been even more irresistible. Much of the scars Varg bares could assumedly be from such a time.
His tail was not long ago snapped and broken, only to heal crooked down at an angle. When wagged or moved it snaps and grinds as ill set vertebrae rub together with little regard for the comfort of their owner.
Pictures:
Updated Scars-------------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
___________________________________________
Special Feature (Updated regularly)
___________________________________________
Fights: 12
Wolves thuroughly whooped on: 6
Wolves Traumatized: 4
Wolves Killed: 3
Wolf skins: 5
Sabers thuroughly whooped on: 0
Sabers Traumatized: 0
Sabers Killed: 0
Saber skins: 0
Slaves:
-- Famine
Apprentices:
-Javelin (Soldier)
-Akaika (Tau)
Skins:
-Lie (white wolf)
-Caligula (black wolf)
-NPC white wolf
-Nova (brown design bin wolf)