Post by Styx on Dec 24, 2007 12:33:26 GMT -5
Part 1: The Profile
Name: Styx
Species: Red Wolf (canis rufus)
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Pack: Grandfather Mountain Pack
Physical Appearance: Standing at more than 80 centimeters at the withers, and weighting around 45 kilograms, Styx is a monster to his kind. By his size alone it is easy to tell this is not a wolf to be messed with. His pelt looks like a canvas painted with tooth and claw, for not a single inch of it is free from a scar; yet it is so dense that it makes it hard to see his countless scars unless you are very close to him, and so they don't really make him look like a living dead.
He seems like a pretty handsome individual from afar, with his developed, though not bulging muscles, and his well-kept coat; yet there's something not right with his eyes. His eyes are of a light gray color, always cold, untrusting, as if suspecting, as if being consumed in an unimaginable hatred. He looks insane sometimes, well, most times, insane and unpredictable like some unstable chemical threatening to explode at any moment.
Styx's fur is of an average length, yet incredibly dense, and mainly red in color. Long, black guard hairs are intermingled in the red-ness of his pelt, and like them are shorter, creamy/ochre-ish hairs. The cream color dominates in his muzzle, forepaws, and underbelly, while black does on his back, top of head, and tip of tail; and red, everywhere else.
Styx is taller than he is long, and his legs seem a little too long for his body, fact that makes him appear younger than what he is. His head is considerably large, though his long legs make it appear smaller, and his paws are cat-like and of the same size than the width of his legs. His tail is of an average length, and often carried low, at about the height of his ankles.
Short Description: Cunning. Opportunistic. Manipulative. Deceiving. Insane. Loyal. Over-protecting. Large. Agile. Red fur. Gray eyes.
Personality: "Your goal justifies your means", is this wolf's motto. His goals are the safety and success of his pack; and his means range from simple mind games to assassinations, anything that serves him, really. He claims he is just a gentle soul turned evil by necessity, but others think differently. Styx could care less about what others think of him, they can all call him things like coward, trickster, and suchlike, but he won't care; nothing they'll say will ever change him.
Negative traits in his personality include an unbelievable recklessness, and an impressive narrow-slightness, topped with an unequaled temper. His self-preservation instinct isn't very well developed, it seems, for when in a fight, all Styx cares about is to hurt his opponent, not caring about how much damage he takes in the process. When he makes up his mind, he makes it up, and he's taking nothing from no one. If he says the correct path is through a brick wall, then through a brick wall it is, others may say that he is wrong, but he'd first make a hole through the wall before admitting so. And his temper... Let's not even get started about his temper.
So, we already went through the bad things, now with the good ones; if you make it past his many flaws, you'll come across an one in-a-kind individual. He is that kind of friend you know you can trust, the one you know that will protect you, the one you know will kill himself for you. To these who have earned his hard-earned trust, he is loyal, to the extreme. Apart from loyal, this male is also extremely intelligent, he is a genius, he is a mad genius. Adept at setting traps, coming up with intricate strategies, and having the gift of charisma, he couldn't have been in any other position other than alpha.
Belongings: To the last rock in his territory.
History: Styx was born in the wolf sanctuary, like most everyone else in this mountain. There is not much to say about him at that age, except that he was uncommonly wild from the beginning. Even as a pup, he'd snap at the hands of the researchers, and get involved in fights with all the other pups in the pack.
He got his name when he bit the arm of one of the voluntaries who offered his help to catch the wolves and take them to the cages that would later transport them to the mountains, and then spent the rest of the travel savagely biting and shaking the bars of his cage. One of the researchers in charge of the project said he had a hellish temper, and another started calling him 'Styx'. Styx already had a wolf name before of this, but after their release, the name kind of stuck.
A couple years passed after his release, and then the red wolf became the feared alpha he is today. But how, you ask? Well, read on. After a few days of getting used to their new home, the scouts discovered a pack of larger, gray wolves in the neighboring mountains. Not wanting to run any risks, the alpha male of that time ordered the pack to immediately move out; but Styx opposed. He said the pack didn't have to suffer yet another change of territory, and that he didn't like the way the alpha ruled the pack. That was a challenge, of course, and since none of the two wanted to negotiate a thing, they fought.
Styx, only a little more than a teenager at that time, didn't stand much of a chance, but he didn't care. Instead of trying to win the fight, Styx only aimed to hurt the alpha, and even though the fight ended with him getting pinned against the earth, the alpha was awfully wounded. The alpha died of an infection, while Styx was bruised, but alright. As soon as it was known that the great alpha had died, disputes began about who would be the next ruler, but no one wished to confront Styx in a fight, after he too learned of the news. So, naturally, since no one opposed him, he took over the pack, as easy as that.
Years have passed since that, and several events have occurred, like the death of her mother at the hooves of an elk, or the capture of his Greyban, his brother, that have slowly rendered his mind into madness and increased the fear his subordinates feel towards him.
Family and Relationships:
Tolakea, deceased (mother)
Silverback, status unknown (father)
Greyban, taken by the humans (brother)
Part 2: Writing Sample
Writing Sample: The thing of the stealth seemed to have been a power-up he had accidentally picked the day when he killed Zatenc, as today he just couldn't keep himself silent. First it had been that rock earlier this morning, the one that he had tripped over, making so much noise that some of the subordinate members had come to ask him if he was alright. Then, he had noticed Xenos' absence, yeah, he wasn't blind enough like not to notice the empty den at the side of his own. So he had decided to come and look for her...
To keep her from visiting the rotting corpse of that stupid wolf in order to give herself a reason for which to be depressed through all of the week --more depressed than usual, that is--, the Alpha had placed a couple guards on the way there, and this morning when he noticed they both were asleep, he got so angry he almost killed them both so they would make company to good 'ol Zatenc. Ha, good thing they could run fast, though...
Then, he had noticed that Xenos had definitely been there too, as her scent could definitely be felt beneath that horrid stench of the dead thing. Ugh, Red would surely have someone throw that thing to the river later on... Or else. So, Red had been his usual clumsy and bad-tempered self as he tracked the Alphess down, with his head down to the floor, sniffing, and in his face a completely determined look.
Only when the pack would go in an excursion to the Open Fields in order to hunt down prey had Xenos been out of the Shadowlands, but she had definitely never been this far in the outlands by herself, so the little, dopey wolf was surely lost by now. The thought of Xenos whimpering alone in the dark made Red sigh. Surely she would think of herself unworthy enough like to release an unworthy howl, unworthy even for the wind, so the other wolves to finally spot her unworthy self before she would suffer an unworthy death or something like that. She'd never learn, or would she?
Crick, crack, crunch, Red went, unintentionally stepping in every single dry little stick lying around the forest woods. It was true, he was among the largest wolves in all of the valley, but it also was true that he was among the clumsyest, and the most rustic. Pride was among his greatest weaknesses too, and instead of saying it bluntly: "I am clumsy! I can't help it!", Red would have claimed that these idiotic branches crawled around the forest grounds and under his paw before he moved them; and that was the reason for which he couldn't stalk anything without being discovered... It was all the Evil Spirit's fault, the Stone of Agony's fault. His gait almost sounded as careless and clumsy as a human's, though of course, it was much, much quieter, since he didn't have to wear these ridiculous things the humans called 'boots' on his feet. Well, and at least his feet didn't do that -bleep- clicking noise unlike Lament's.
The scent he was following finally seemed to take a definite route, instead of just waddling from here to there, like somebody drunk and lost among the trees, left behind by the pack and trying in vain to catch up with them; coming into a dead end and an impassable path one after the other. And that route was the untamed path that lead to that savage river. The trees around there were terribly dense, and the sudden change of lighting between the completely different environment of the Shadowlands to the loosely-spaced trees that stood around the river's bank was sudden. Yet it was nothing to surprise Red, much less to marvel him... He had been around here, threaded this very path all too many times for that.
"Oh, no!" Red then thought, as he recognized the path taking to ferocious river - she wouldn't try to kill herself again... Or would she? She wouldn't try to throw herself in the Reel River, to be carried by the raging waters to a sure death, right? But the track he had been following had been so strange! What if she had eaten something she shouldn't and was hallucinating and thought the river was a nice field of flowers or what not?!
Red wasn't normally a worry-wart, but there were so many things that could happen to that silly wolf... It was his job to protect her, and, and... Argh! If she had committed suicide or something stupid like that he would be so mad that he would KILL HER! And the weird thing she did with her eyes that calmed him wouldn't save him this time... Oh, no.
Suddenly breaking into a full run, Red just hoped to arrive there in time and before anything bad could happen to Xenos... Because maybe he even secretly loved her, even though he had never and probably never would demonstrate it to her... No that would have been to risky, what if... Maybe, she didn't feel the same way for him? Perhaps she couldn't be able of doing that, as nobody was able of doing that to the all-mighty Red, but it was still too risky nevertheless.
Red's gait was powerful and slow, heavy and tiring, he had never been good at this of speed, of endurance, or of any kind of skill that would have been required to do some hunting. He was good at power, at strategy, and at fighting, but that was about it...
Finally, the mighty River came into view, but Xenos was nowhere in sight. Panting heavily, the Alpha stopped, his paws producing a sound reminiscent of an elephant stepping on a peanut as even more dried leaves and branches cracked under his massive weight. Where was she? Where was she? His mind kept questioning as his brown-red eyes scanned the horizon in search of the Alphess' lanky silhouette.
He sniffed around between heavy breaths and sensed her near, yet he couldn't see her anywhere. Looking around, he started to move again, though this time he only walked around. She was around here and he didn't want to miss her by having been running around like a retarded pup. PUP?! Finally between some thin branches, the Artic wolf managed to see the wolf he had been looking for, and right at her side stood a little pup!
Now, that couldn't be hers, or could it? No, it had to be adopted... But, adopted? Oh, dear, don't tell me that Xenos would suddenly get this strange idea of adopting every single mutt she happened to come across... Red mumbled something under his breath before disappearing between the trees, taking an alternate route and re-appearing right in front of them two, small leaves and branches crunching at every step. He kept himself from panting then, and his wide chest simply rose and fell slightly faster than it normally did. Without a word, Red's severe eyes demanded a proper explanation from Xenos.
Name: Styx
Species: Red Wolf (canis rufus)
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Pack: Grandfather Mountain Pack
Physical Appearance: Standing at more than 80 centimeters at the withers, and weighting around 45 kilograms, Styx is a monster to his kind. By his size alone it is easy to tell this is not a wolf to be messed with. His pelt looks like a canvas painted with tooth and claw, for not a single inch of it is free from a scar; yet it is so dense that it makes it hard to see his countless scars unless you are very close to him, and so they don't really make him look like a living dead.
He seems like a pretty handsome individual from afar, with his developed, though not bulging muscles, and his well-kept coat; yet there's something not right with his eyes. His eyes are of a light gray color, always cold, untrusting, as if suspecting, as if being consumed in an unimaginable hatred. He looks insane sometimes, well, most times, insane and unpredictable like some unstable chemical threatening to explode at any moment.
Styx's fur is of an average length, yet incredibly dense, and mainly red in color. Long, black guard hairs are intermingled in the red-ness of his pelt, and like them are shorter, creamy/ochre-ish hairs. The cream color dominates in his muzzle, forepaws, and underbelly, while black does on his back, top of head, and tip of tail; and red, everywhere else.
Styx is taller than he is long, and his legs seem a little too long for his body, fact that makes him appear younger than what he is. His head is considerably large, though his long legs make it appear smaller, and his paws are cat-like and of the same size than the width of his legs. His tail is of an average length, and often carried low, at about the height of his ankles.
Short Description: Cunning. Opportunistic. Manipulative. Deceiving. Insane. Loyal. Over-protecting. Large. Agile. Red fur. Gray eyes.
Personality: "Your goal justifies your means", is this wolf's motto. His goals are the safety and success of his pack; and his means range from simple mind games to assassinations, anything that serves him, really. He claims he is just a gentle soul turned evil by necessity, but others think differently. Styx could care less about what others think of him, they can all call him things like coward, trickster, and suchlike, but he won't care; nothing they'll say will ever change him.
Negative traits in his personality include an unbelievable recklessness, and an impressive narrow-slightness, topped with an unequaled temper. His self-preservation instinct isn't very well developed, it seems, for when in a fight, all Styx cares about is to hurt his opponent, not caring about how much damage he takes in the process. When he makes up his mind, he makes it up, and he's taking nothing from no one. If he says the correct path is through a brick wall, then through a brick wall it is, others may say that he is wrong, but he'd first make a hole through the wall before admitting so. And his temper... Let's not even get started about his temper.
So, we already went through the bad things, now with the good ones; if you make it past his many flaws, you'll come across an one in-a-kind individual. He is that kind of friend you know you can trust, the one you know that will protect you, the one you know will kill himself for you. To these who have earned his hard-earned trust, he is loyal, to the extreme. Apart from loyal, this male is also extremely intelligent, he is a genius, he is a mad genius. Adept at setting traps, coming up with intricate strategies, and having the gift of charisma, he couldn't have been in any other position other than alpha.
Belongings: To the last rock in his territory.
History: Styx was born in the wolf sanctuary, like most everyone else in this mountain. There is not much to say about him at that age, except that he was uncommonly wild from the beginning. Even as a pup, he'd snap at the hands of the researchers, and get involved in fights with all the other pups in the pack.
He got his name when he bit the arm of one of the voluntaries who offered his help to catch the wolves and take them to the cages that would later transport them to the mountains, and then spent the rest of the travel savagely biting and shaking the bars of his cage. One of the researchers in charge of the project said he had a hellish temper, and another started calling him 'Styx'. Styx already had a wolf name before of this, but after their release, the name kind of stuck.
A couple years passed after his release, and then the red wolf became the feared alpha he is today. But how, you ask? Well, read on. After a few days of getting used to their new home, the scouts discovered a pack of larger, gray wolves in the neighboring mountains. Not wanting to run any risks, the alpha male of that time ordered the pack to immediately move out; but Styx opposed. He said the pack didn't have to suffer yet another change of territory, and that he didn't like the way the alpha ruled the pack. That was a challenge, of course, and since none of the two wanted to negotiate a thing, they fought.
Styx, only a little more than a teenager at that time, didn't stand much of a chance, but he didn't care. Instead of trying to win the fight, Styx only aimed to hurt the alpha, and even though the fight ended with him getting pinned against the earth, the alpha was awfully wounded. The alpha died of an infection, while Styx was bruised, but alright. As soon as it was known that the great alpha had died, disputes began about who would be the next ruler, but no one wished to confront Styx in a fight, after he too learned of the news. So, naturally, since no one opposed him, he took over the pack, as easy as that.
Years have passed since that, and several events have occurred, like the death of her mother at the hooves of an elk, or the capture of his Greyban, his brother, that have slowly rendered his mind into madness and increased the fear his subordinates feel towards him.
Family and Relationships:
Tolakea, deceased (mother)
Silverback, status unknown (father)
Greyban, taken by the humans (brother)
Part 2: Writing Sample
Writing Sample: The thing of the stealth seemed to have been a power-up he had accidentally picked the day when he killed Zatenc, as today he just couldn't keep himself silent. First it had been that rock earlier this morning, the one that he had tripped over, making so much noise that some of the subordinate members had come to ask him if he was alright. Then, he had noticed Xenos' absence, yeah, he wasn't blind enough like not to notice the empty den at the side of his own. So he had decided to come and look for her...
To keep her from visiting the rotting corpse of that stupid wolf in order to give herself a reason for which to be depressed through all of the week --more depressed than usual, that is--, the Alpha had placed a couple guards on the way there, and this morning when he noticed they both were asleep, he got so angry he almost killed them both so they would make company to good 'ol Zatenc. Ha, good thing they could run fast, though...
Then, he had noticed that Xenos had definitely been there too, as her scent could definitely be felt beneath that horrid stench of the dead thing. Ugh, Red would surely have someone throw that thing to the river later on... Or else. So, Red had been his usual clumsy and bad-tempered self as he tracked the Alphess down, with his head down to the floor, sniffing, and in his face a completely determined look.
Only when the pack would go in an excursion to the Open Fields in order to hunt down prey had Xenos been out of the Shadowlands, but she had definitely never been this far in the outlands by herself, so the little, dopey wolf was surely lost by now. The thought of Xenos whimpering alone in the dark made Red sigh. Surely she would think of herself unworthy enough like to release an unworthy howl, unworthy even for the wind, so the other wolves to finally spot her unworthy self before she would suffer an unworthy death or something like that. She'd never learn, or would she?
Crick, crack, crunch, Red went, unintentionally stepping in every single dry little stick lying around the forest woods. It was true, he was among the largest wolves in all of the valley, but it also was true that he was among the clumsyest, and the most rustic. Pride was among his greatest weaknesses too, and instead of saying it bluntly: "I am clumsy! I can't help it!", Red would have claimed that these idiotic branches crawled around the forest grounds and under his paw before he moved them; and that was the reason for which he couldn't stalk anything without being discovered... It was all the Evil Spirit's fault, the Stone of Agony's fault. His gait almost sounded as careless and clumsy as a human's, though of course, it was much, much quieter, since he didn't have to wear these ridiculous things the humans called 'boots' on his feet. Well, and at least his feet didn't do that -bleep- clicking noise unlike Lament's.
The scent he was following finally seemed to take a definite route, instead of just waddling from here to there, like somebody drunk and lost among the trees, left behind by the pack and trying in vain to catch up with them; coming into a dead end and an impassable path one after the other. And that route was the untamed path that lead to that savage river. The trees around there were terribly dense, and the sudden change of lighting between the completely different environment of the Shadowlands to the loosely-spaced trees that stood around the river's bank was sudden. Yet it was nothing to surprise Red, much less to marvel him... He had been around here, threaded this very path all too many times for that.
"Oh, no!" Red then thought, as he recognized the path taking to ferocious river - she wouldn't try to kill herself again... Or would she? She wouldn't try to throw herself in the Reel River, to be carried by the raging waters to a sure death, right? But the track he had been following had been so strange! What if she had eaten something she shouldn't and was hallucinating and thought the river was a nice field of flowers or what not?!
Red wasn't normally a worry-wart, but there were so many things that could happen to that silly wolf... It was his job to protect her, and, and... Argh! If she had committed suicide or something stupid like that he would be so mad that he would KILL HER! And the weird thing she did with her eyes that calmed him wouldn't save him this time... Oh, no.
Suddenly breaking into a full run, Red just hoped to arrive there in time and before anything bad could happen to Xenos... Because maybe he even secretly loved her, even though he had never and probably never would demonstrate it to her... No that would have been to risky, what if... Maybe, she didn't feel the same way for him? Perhaps she couldn't be able of doing that, as nobody was able of doing that to the all-mighty Red, but it was still too risky nevertheless.
Red's gait was powerful and slow, heavy and tiring, he had never been good at this of speed, of endurance, or of any kind of skill that would have been required to do some hunting. He was good at power, at strategy, and at fighting, but that was about it...
Finally, the mighty River came into view, but Xenos was nowhere in sight. Panting heavily, the Alpha stopped, his paws producing a sound reminiscent of an elephant stepping on a peanut as even more dried leaves and branches cracked under his massive weight. Where was she? Where was she? His mind kept questioning as his brown-red eyes scanned the horizon in search of the Alphess' lanky silhouette.
He sniffed around between heavy breaths and sensed her near, yet he couldn't see her anywhere. Looking around, he started to move again, though this time he only walked around. She was around here and he didn't want to miss her by having been running around like a retarded pup. PUP?! Finally between some thin branches, the Artic wolf managed to see the wolf he had been looking for, and right at her side stood a little pup!
Now, that couldn't be hers, or could it? No, it had to be adopted... But, adopted? Oh, dear, don't tell me that Xenos would suddenly get this strange idea of adopting every single mutt she happened to come across... Red mumbled something under his breath before disappearing between the trees, taking an alternate route and re-appearing right in front of them two, small leaves and branches crunching at every step. He kept himself from panting then, and his wide chest simply rose and fell slightly faster than it normally did. Without a word, Red's severe eyes demanded a proper explanation from Xenos.