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 Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 5:49 pm
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SORA
HERO
TUMORIAS
XIXIST
HYMEN
VANTARI
{ All the ones underlined are the ones you'll most likely see in the forums. }
NOTE!;
All the pictures were found on a photobucket search engine.
Pictures belong to the unknown artists unless stated otherwise. |
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 5:50 pm
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Name: Sora
Gaia name: Tomomi Chihiro
Age: 4
Description:
{ Except, she has no black in her hair and her eyes are crimson as well.(:}
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Background:
Born into a pack with tight rules and a cruel leader is not good on one that was to be born different. She wasn't tan or brown, but born with crimson fur, with a white underbelly, eyes not brown but crimson as well. She was demoted as the pack freak, she was unnatural, she couldn't be allowed to mate or be near the pups. Finally, just to rid the problems her parents disowned her and the pack exiled her, threatening that if she ever came back to the lands that she would be killed on the spot.
She never went back.
Her brother left with her, their bond strong. They lived in peace in a human village, in disguise of their human forms. But that peace did not last long, for a group of bandits came to pillage the village. Once they were done killing every man, all the children, and kidnapping all the woman their home was set to blaze. A black scar from a burn she received from escaping the inferno is the only proof of that live.
Her brother, Zarra soon found another place, a cave, no pack of wolves lived here. They decided they would start their own pack, accepting every loner and exile into it. This had little luck, sadly, for no wolves came into this area. The two did not know why, until they came. Hunters came and found them, intent on ridding the two wolves. For if a pack grew, their village would be in danger. They succeeded in one part, killing Zarra in his attempt to protect his sister. Sora, afraid, and still very young grabbed the only thing she could take of her brothers and fled. His bandanna.
Sora for years was alone, and a loner.
Then she stumbled here, at first being a loner and staying away from the pack, afraid that they would attack her. She soon met a fea known as Seilene and they became friends, soon enough meeting the whole gang that included, Hero, Arkanna, Tumorias and Suyuri.
Now she is here, as a friendly wolf that is often in every wolf event and constantly greeting every new wolf she comes by.
Demon or no: Controls fire. |
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 5:52 pm
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Name: Hero
Gaia name: Tomomi Chihiro
Age: 5
Description:
{{Maybe better pictures may come. I don't feel like trying to draw him.
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>.< }}
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Background:
They say that what you experience as a child will affect you when you become older and finally an adult. Is that ever so true.
Hero was born into a small pack that lived in the mountains. He was the runt of his litter, and his parents were expecting him to die because he was so small. But he started to grow stronger and soon became the dominant pup, his parents worries were eased and his father soon taught him to be a fighter. Being a year old now his mother gave birth to another litter, and Hero grew close to the young black and white marble pup that was named Tumorias. He started to protect her for she was bullied a lot.
One day, their mother had a bad feeling and told all her pups to stay in the den, when she left, the young ones did not listen and went out to play, for it was many times that their mother had said this that it ended up being a false alarm. But Hero listened to his mother and made Tumorias stay with him.
Starting to get worried Hero instructed Tumorias to stay in the burrow and he started to slowly and silently make his way to the entrance. Looking out of it he met with the horror of his whole pack slaughtered across the lands. His young golden eyes landed on the hunters and watched them, going to make sure that they were gone before him and his sister made their escape. Once they had skinned every wolf, they finally went, and Hero went back to his sister, changing into his young, seven year old self. Grabbing his sister, who could not change yet, he covered her eyes as he left the den, running far away.
Once gone from the lands he was back in his wolf form, and he had to hunt and find water. Soon enough they were found by a group of wolves, hunting for they had stumbled on their lands. The pack accepted the pups, Hero left Tumorias but told them he needed to go and explore and view the world, and promised Tumorias he would come back for her.
He left, and met many challenges. The starving months of winter, hot summers, harsh packs. The experiences made him stronger physically and emotionally. Soon, he wasn't a runt of a litter or a pup, he was a huge and fully developed adult wolf. His mind forged on fighting and deceptiveness, his common sense rarely running his mind. He stumbled on this land, fresh from a fight. Bleeding and limping, but ready for anything to pop out of him. He met up with a crimson fea and she befriended him. He didn't trust her right away but slowly made friends with the whole gang. He did slightly forget his sister during his years of travel, but that was fixed when Tumorias walked into the lands and met up with them.
Now he is here, one of the pack's most feared fighters and good heart to his friends.
Demon or no: Nope. He is just one tough mofo |
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 5:59 pm
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Name: Xixist
{It is pronounced like 'exist'}
Gaia name: Tomomi Chihiro
Age(in wolf years): 4
Description:
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Background:
He was born in Sora's old pack, and did his mother and father proud. He was like the rest of them, brown. He had hints of black and white in his mane and tail but that didn't matter. As long as they weren't her. He remembered the crimson fea, he always thought she was a marvel, she was so unique. One day though, she disappeared, and Xixist knew exactly why. She was crimson, not the usual tan or brown, she was different, so she was immediately exiled. He never said anything, knowing he would only be punished, but he missed her crimson color. He grew older, smarter and stronger, impressing and earning praise from his father. But the only thing that was wrong was he thought way too much. He questioned everything, why plants grew, bees buzzed, all that. Soon enough, seeing the Alpha's cruelty on the pack, he soon started to question the Alpha.
This was absolutely unacceptable.
The pack fell under the Alpha's convincing words and loved him, no matter the cruelty on them. They turned Xixist in, and he was sentenced to death. Of course, he didn't stay, he fought his way, and as he was running through the lands he knew that if he ever returned he would be killed,so he was now a exile. He traveled the land, trying to find the crimson fea that used to live with them so long ago. The search didn't come easy. While exploring the vast northern snowy climates a dog breeder caught him, selling him to humans and he was put into a sleigh team. For two years he had to deal with starvation, fighting with his team mates for top, cold nights and the many night animals that threatened their lives. One night, a starving wolf pack came, and hunted the team. The Alphess of the pack spotted Xixist, seeing he was a wolf brethren that was forced into this. She, consulting her mate first, invited Xixist to the pack. Xixist, remembering his mission finding the crimson fea politely declined, but told the pack where a human half-way point was with a few cows just sitting waiting for the human's slaughter. Departing from the pack, Xixist headed south.
Finally, at the age of four he found her. She seemed to be on a journey herself. They conversed, and she accepted him with open arms, quite apparent that the pack's cruelty didn't get to her. She told him that she was heading back home, to a pack called Na'arinheim. She invited him, telling Xixist whenever he was ready to just settle down or have some time for peace and rest he could come here.
So, he did and he is ready to start his life over.
Demon or no (aka powers or not): Nope. |
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 1:11 pm
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Name: Voodoo Vantari ( Mostly known as Van or Vantari. )
Age(in wolf years): Four.
Description:
Vantari does not change into a human form, it is once in a blue-moon thing. So, he is known and recognized by his wolf form. He has grayish-blue fur, it is quite shaggy and long. He has many white feathers in his mane, that stick out in a great contrast against his blue-gray fur. Right behind his ears lays a skull, it resembles something of a hare and he keeps it up by the twists of his hair through the teeth and even some cracks in the inside. Around the front of his ears, the skull and the top of his mane is string with maroon beads, that catch the light and shine easily, so in the forests he is not easily camouflaged. On his left hind leg, there is a maroon tattoo, it resembles the patterns of tribal design.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Background:
The lands were almost dead, but a pack still tried its best to prosper. The pack was diminishing but the strongest of them all survived. His sire and mother produced another litter and he was born along with five other siblings. Others showed greatness of defenders, hunters and even leaders. At the age of three months, he showed the greatness of the rare but highly respected of a shaman. He was instantly taken from his mother's love and gentle touch and brought to the shaman that was currently still living. Vantari - who was still unnamed at the time - took up the training and the harshness of controlling his powers. He learned slight power of all the elements and learned the great powers of healing. He was at the age of one year when he was about to learn the greatest power of healing of all time: raising the dead. Before this could happen, plague spread through the deceasing land like a wild fire. Vantari, with the instructions of his master, fled the lands, he had to survive and continue to carry the shaman blood. That is only true mission in life, before he dies and the earth takes his body he must born children.
The Shaman visited many lands, either shunned, he did not take any interest or simply there was nothing. While walking through one of the more mountainous lands the Shaman one day lost his footing and fell a great height to the ground below. When he landed not only was the wind knocked out of him, he felt bones crack and snap under the weight. He felt himself be paralyzed in shock and pain, he could see his vision to start failing as black splotches took over it. He stayed like that for days, too weak to move, knowing only to well that if he moved, only a immense of pain would be brought. Though he was great in healing, actually healing yourself was slow and painful. He could soon hear the caws of crows and the shrieks of vultures, slowly circling above him, waiting for his life to fully dry out. Eventually an impatient vulture took from the sky and started to dive towards him, to go ahead and start feeding off his flesh. The vulture never made it. He heard a shriek and a beautiful caw and the shaman looked up, seeing a raven with purple eyes fend him off from the bird. After the vulture left with a wounded pride the rave landed next to the shaman's head, pecked his head, softly, in almost a loving way, like a love bird preening its mate. The shaman blinked, confused, but took the large raven's protection and was allowed to fully heal himself. When fully healed the shaman took his first step in a week, shaking himself off and taking off from that almost death bed. He heard a familiar caw and looked up, watching the larger than normal raven, the raven landed on his shoulder and pecked him, almost angrily as if shame on Vantari for leaving him. Vantari watched the bird and they made eye-contact, Vantari instantly knowing he had found a companion for life.
The Shaman named the raven Kra'zoa, and together they traveled. Another chaotic day brought a powerful storm and led the Shaman and raven to these lands, Vantari has not made a move to leave yet and will take a chance to let himself gain his strength and shush his hunger in the peaceful lands.
Demon or no (aka powers or not): He's not a demon, but he can control the elements and heal. |
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