Post by [K]nives on Aug 20, 2007 21:38:55 GMT -5
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Name: Knives
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Breed: Belgian Tervuren x Timber Wolf
Pack: Hellborn Pack
Personality:
Name: Knives
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Breed: Belgian Tervuren x Timber Wolf
Pack: Hellborn Pack
Personality:
Knives is what you would call the silent but extremely deadly type. Not one to hold a conversation or start one for that matter. Usually having an air of top priority and extreme seriousness that does not say friendly in the least. Actually, his appearances screams silent assassin as his line of breed gives him great speed that others strive for. This causes most to take him seriously as he never bluffs and everything he says is a promise. Knives greatly dislikes liars and tyrants as he believes he can never trust their word or know were their loyalty lies. He may not speak much but high sense of getting extremely physical speaks enough for him. Not minding much if killing them is something that he can do without much thought. There is no mercy in this brute's soul as he'll just about anything if he's mad enough to do it or if it's simply commanded from him. This makes him a wonderful friend as he'll protect just about anyone he sees fit. Unfortunately, there's a problem to that as he doesn't like making friends and it's quite hard to even try when he's not listening to you.Appearance:
He highly loathes threats being made at him as he thinks it's disrespectful to him and quite foolish. Anything that sounds threatening in the least will be taken seriously and cause you to be his new number one on his Black List. You'll be digging your grave deeper with each threat you make to him and he'll promise you he won't forget. This brute has a thing for grudges as his trust his hard to gain and even extremely impossible to get back once you've crossed him. Though he doesn't quite take a fancy to friends and having a good time with them, a dame's company won't be any different. You see, he has a quality that makes it hard for any dame to seduce him. Quite frankly, he'll be the one getting you to fall for him than break your heart without much care. This causes any usually attention grabbing dame to a have a difficult time setting their charm on him. Flirting won't help much either as he'll take on a look of disgust and leave you were you stand before listening to you for another second. He sees it as a waste of time and the vixen only trying to butter him up.
Though snarling and snapping at any kind of touch from a dame, he won't mind flirting with one if they happen to be such a beautiful thing. Yet, true compliments and promises are not heard from him as his style of flirting is much different. Speaking of their beauty and calling them his own special little nicknames while still holding an air of danger, can be deemed more his style than others. Unfortunately, any dame that sees him as a future mate will have a bumpy road ahead of them as he isn't one for love or affection all too much. Of course, he has that loving and affectionate side to him like every brute. But he chooses to keep those kind of feelings and emotions away from the public eye. Speaking to you in the most loving voice when your alone but turning cold and only giving you slight recognition when in someone's company. This makes it hard to understand if he truly loves you or only wants you for the litters you can offer him.
But when back in his position as a pack member and under the alpha's command, he once more takes on the role of the cold beast many know him as. His loyalty is great for his alpha, though he chooses carefully just who he follows and whether they are a fake or up for the challenge of leadership. This causes Knives to watch the alpha carefully as he'd rather leave than follow a tyrant. Yet, he continues to to follow his order and show no signs of revolting against him. Knives can make a great canine to have on your side but the worst enemy to have plotting against you. This causes many to fear him as they never know exactly were they stand in is small circles of the very few trusted. Knives lives to kill any pathetic excuse for a canine out there and make sure only the strong survive. This causes him to be hard on others as he tries to make them understand that there's no room for foolishness.
Though having a personality close to an extreme killer and heartless beast, this brute has elegance that is not always seen in others. Though turning in to a demon from hell when angered to the point of complete insanity, there is a time were he can remain calm through the toughest times. This causes a big question to arise on whether this brute is a bloodthirsty killer or some aristocrat. It all depends on his mood and your timing on whether he chooses the collected or berserker side. He seems to carry himself in pride but never crosses the line to arrogance. Never being thingyy or thinking himself better than any other dog, though he might consider some dirt and think it's obvious he's better than them. There's one thing for certain that will never change with this brute. He does not accept failure whatsoever from himself or anyone that carries his blood. Trying to make everything he does perfect and not accepting mishaps on his part if it's truly important. Just watch your tongue and you'll get along fine with him.
Knives' coat is long and well taken care of, having a mixture of earth toned colors and a lot of black. His face and most of the upper part of his body is colored black, the rest having a light tan or cream coloration. He stands at about 28 inches at the withers, the wolf in his blood adding to most of the height. You can tell he has true speed, a strong pair of legs usually covering a lot of ground with an elegant gait. His eyes are a light mahogany, somewhat a bright syrup looking color in the light. The fur on his tail is long, it having no curl but just hanging low to the ground. Even thought he was built for speed, the wolf half of him has blessed him with some musles. He may not be overly robust but it's enough to help him in battle.History:
Knives grew up with no siblings, all of them being killed by his father. His birth had been the outcome of a force breeding on his mother. He was only allowed to live because had been the only male in his litter. His father took him in and trained him to be a vicious fighter. The older brute's merciless ways rubbed off on the young pup and caused him to have the same lust for blood. It was only when Knives turned two that he turned on his sire and killed him, no guilt or regret shown in any way. His father had succeeded in making him a true born killer, but it only turned out to be the cause of his death. Knives had lived on his own for a year, not really having any social experiences that could have possibly cooled his killer instinct. It didn't take long before he found himself here, wanting to start a life that would have others remembering his name.Role Play Example:
It wasn't all too often that he went around helping others. No, he usually only helped the ones he was willing to and those that were important to his future. In all reality he was a heartless beast when there was no connection between him and another. The only reason why he had been so determined to get her better and healthy was just something that wasn't all to clear to him, it just felt so wrong to leave her alone. It could have been the fact that he was still trying to prove himself worthy or something else all together. Rowan wasn't all too sure at this point on what she thought of him, possibly seeing him in some light not too many got the chance to see him in. The fact being that most of the time he only cared for himself and any blood related kin. Yet, siblings were not a lost subject and he had not a single pup to his name.
He was snapped out of his thoughts as the warmth that belonged to Delilah suddenly left him, the female crawling the rest of the way to the lake. He let a small smile find it's way to his face, showing that he was satisfied with the fact that she was feeling slightly better now with a nice drink. A look of surprise crossed over him, watching as she crawled over to him. He looked into her eyes for a second and found himself receiving a lick on the cheek. It was the first time someone was allowed so close to him, and succeeded in showing any form of affection or thanks. The expression soon disappeared and was replaced with his same facade. Rowan only nodded his head in acknowledgment to her 'thank you'. She was still pretty weak, he could tell that much by the tone of her voice. There was still work left to be done.
He watched as she crawled back over to the lake, taking another drink before looking off somewhere else. Rowan followed her trail of vision over to a tree, most possibly where her home was. That brought him over to the fact he really didn't have a home at the moment. Just minutes ago he had been accepted in to this pack, not quite sure on what there was left after that. Look around? Well, before he started wandering off, he still needed to go out and hunt for some food. Rowan really didn't know what kind of prey could be found around here but he would look for the biggest thing he could take on himself. Somehow, he found himself already knowing the most he would catch was a few fish. It didn't matter, as long as she got a good meal, he was fine with it. Besides, he was only hunting for one at the moment.
Rowan looked back down at Delilah, wondering if he should help her over to her bed first. He didn't want to leave her there but at the same time it would be the best idea to go out and get her food now. He was a bit torn but he knew that his current objective was to get her something to eat so she could rest and then fully recover. He sighed as he walked over to her, already deciding on hunting first. "I'm going to get you something to eat now, try not to do too much." Timbre was warm yet concerned, quite obvious he didn't want her situation to grow worse. He offered a small smile as he let his words sink in, not wanting her to go and waste energy by trying to get to her bed. The auburn devil was slight hesitant in his next move. His muzzle gently brushed the side of her cheek, as if saying 'It'll only be a few minutes'.
With that done, he walked over to the side of the lake, looking at it for a few moments before finding what he was looking for. There were a few fish swimming around, some small and one that was a bit bigger than the rest from what he could see. He sighed before he began walking into the water, the water not being as cold as he expected. Rowan waded around for a bit, trying to find a target before going after it. Mahogany eyes were currently trained on a pretty large one, it may turn out to be harder to catch than the others but it seemed like the right size for Delilah. It had seemed like a while before he finally snapped his jaws into the water. The sharp canines sunk into the scaly skin of the fish, gripping tight as it began to struggle against his hold. He clamped down harder, allowing no more room for it to squirm.
The force was so hard that the fish stayed curved in one position, no longer able to try to fight off it's predator. Rowan quickly swam a few ways back to the edge, never releasing his hold on the fish. His claws dug in to the earth as he pulled himself out, jumping back on to solid ground. He made no effort to shake off the water as he was determined on getting the fish over to Delilah. He made his way over to her, facing her head on as he dropped the fish down in front of her. "Here, if you want more you can always ask and I'll head back." He offered a smile as he hoped this would at least help her regain some energy. Rowan decided to seat himself, watching over her carefully as he made sure she didn't suddenly lose consciousness on him. Well, at least they had succeeded in getting her here, allowing her time to regain energy.