Shade - Male

[Avani]

Name: Shade
Age: Five years
Gender: Male
Rank: Loner/rogue
Pack: none
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Appearance:

Shade has always had a sort of ethereal look about him, as if he might fade away at any moment. His white fur is hardly taken care of and is matted and muddy, but beneath that fur is a well built, muscular male. He is scarred heavily from the many fights that he has been involved in, and among the most noticeable his slightly shorter tail - the end of it was torn of in a battle with another wolf. In general, the scars tend to add to his more menacing appearance. His bulk certainly contributes to that as well; his legs are short and powerful and his chest is broad.

Shade's fur is pretty long, though the fact that it is matted and tangled doesn't make it very obvious. Shade takes horrible care of his coat, and if one were to examine it carefully, they would notice the old blood stains in his fur, particularly around his paws mouth and chest. He is far too busy hunting down another wolf to terrorize to bother with taking care of his white fur, honestly. Other than the stains, however, Shade's fur is a lovely shade of white that blends in beautifully with mist and fog, adding to his ethereal appearance.

Muscular is a bit of an understatement with Shade. Despite his fairly small size, being descended from an Arctic Wolf and all, Shade is built powerfully. Naturally, he wouldn't be all that muscled, but Shade has spent a lot of time fighting and training, and has built up a solid muscle mass because of it. His chest is broad and powerful, and his legs are short but strong. He is not a particularly fast runner; Shade sacrificed his speed for brute strength. Overpowering a wolf rather than running away would be Shade's strength.

His eyes are a dark brown that borders on black. Shade's pupil is hard to discern from the rest of his eye, but it's definitely there.

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Personality:

If you were going to describe Shade in one word, it would be insane. With the bolds. If you wanted to go into two words, you could call Shade batshit crazy. And in all honesty, he is pretty much every kind of crazy. The tainting touch of Minlo's control over Shade has driven him to insanity. It's his bad luck of being born with the ghost element, technically, and not entirely his fault. But the insanity is entirely there and whether or not its his fault is a completely moot point; one still wouldn't want to be caught alone with Shade.

Causing pain is something that Shade enjoys more than anything else. It could definitely be considered an addiction by most, though it is a very strange one and one that is hard for most wolf to understand. Hurting other wolves gives Shade a rush that would be impossible for him to deny, even if he should want to (which he definitely doesn't). If he can't get his claws into a wolf, Shade won't hesitate to torture a small animal or two to pass the time. His first choice will always be wolves, however. This is typically attributed to being another aspect of Minlo's insanity rubbing off on Shade, but he is definitely a violent wolf, even beneath the tainting touch of the master of all ghost wolves.

Any interaction that Shade has with others is fighting. He draws no line at elders and pups and is completely vicious, through and through. The only wolves that he feels a modicum of respect for are the ones that can defeat him in a battle, which would take a lot in the way of skills, for sure, as Shade isn't above fighting dirty. He hates losing and will do anything that it takes to keep from losing, even if it means using his ghost powers, which he usually avoids doing because they take a lot of energy out of him.

The only thing that Shade has ever obeyed is Minlo. He honestly doesn't mind being under Minlo's control. Shade even enjoys it. He finds being under Minlo's control to be an interesting experience it, and as long as he gets to get some blood on his claws and fangs, he doesn't mind Minlo ordering him around. Other than Minlo, however, who Shade knows can overpower him in an instant if he so chooses, Shade will be ordered around by no wolf. Even if another god were to attempt to order Shade around, he would rebel fiercely and angrily.

Shade definitely isn't an emotionally stable wolf. Mentally, he is very not healthy. Of course, if another tried to inform him of this, Shade would attempt to tear their ears off, because Shade thinks that he is perfectly whole and okay, thank you very much. He believes that he is the true example of a wolf that truly listens to its instincts.

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History:

Shade's parents were both ghost wolves in the days before being a ghost wolf made you an outcast, a cursed wolf that was driven from every pack and every territory. In those days, ghost wolves were nothing more than normal wolves; normal, everyday wolves that could mate and fall in love and have little litters of puppies that the other members of the pack would croon over and smile about. Well, other than Shade, that is. Even then, he wasn't the most sane of wolves. Even when Shade was nothing more than a little pup, he was not the most sane of wolves. Even when he was nothing more than a few days old, Shade was still violent and refused to listen to anyone. His mother would tell him to calm down because the rest of his litter was sleeping and Shade would simply get louder until all of his siblings were awakened by him. Shade was never a particularly easy wolf to get along with, even back then.

As he grew, he didn't get any easier to get along with. At a year of age, Shade was just as much of an annoyance as ever. He was an exceedingly good fighter, but he fought with the other members of the pack. Though he fought with the trespassers and loners as well, Shade mostly fought with the other members of the pack. There were only few wolves who didn't have a scar or two from Shade from when he felt like fighting them and wouldn't take no for an answer, and that was why the Alpha of his original pack drove Shade away from his pack at the age of one year. He knew how to hunt well enough to care for himself and he could fight well enough that he would survive on his own, the Alpha reasoned, and even if Shade seemed unable to take care of himself, the Alpha male would have driven him away, for Shade was more than just a nuisance; he was a disturbance in the pack.

Whatever. Shade was fine and he could take care of himself. However, wolves are social creatures and being alone beyond fighting every wolf that passed him by and killing quite a few of them didn't make Shade any better in the head. He became even crazier, if it were possible, and in the two years leading up to the appearance of the Black Mist that Shade spent alone, he became a whack job, pretty much.

The Black Mist, when it appeared, didn't make Shade appear any different, at first. Sure, Minlo took control of his body (and Shade allowed him to, strangely enough), but Shade had been insane before Minlo began to control him and when Minlo wasn't controlling him, Shade acted the same as ever. He enjoyed being controlled by Minlo because, in all honesty, it was fun. Sure, he was outcasted, but Shade had already been an outcast when Minlo began to control the ghost wolves, so that wasn't anything new. It did mean that wolves looked at him with even more fear when they ran into him popping out of nowhere to breathe down their necks, but that was fun. It was an unexpected good thing about being controlled by a god as insane as Shade himself had been.

Now, at five years of age, Shade has been controlled by Minlo for two years and it hasn't gotten old. An insane god controlling an insane wolf. How could that get boring? Shade is having the time of his life being controlled.

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Element: Ghost
Spells:

Shade is capable of becoming completely transparent beyond a slight haze surrounding the area where he is. The competent eye can spot where he is if they know where to look, as Shade's form always distorts the air around him. He still has mass, however, and it takes a lot of concentration for Shade to remain invisible. It is not the best spell for Shade to use when fighting, and should he have to use it, Shade typically 'lets go ' of his invisibility when closer to the target so that he doesn't have to put all of his focus into remaining transparent.

Shade's second spell allows him to become visible, but take up no space. He holds his mass 'between,' as Shade refers to the space between spaces. This also takes a lot of his concentration, leaving him distracted and it takes more effort for him to take up no space than it does for him to remain invisible. This spell leaves Shade like a hologram or a typical ghost; an image that takes up no space.

Finally, Shade's last spell allows him to teleport. This physically exhausts him, but allows him to move from one place to another almost instantly. He passes through the space between spaces and can arrive in another area, no matter how far away it is, as long as he has a clearly envisioned destination. He isn't capable of moving through time, however, and can only move from one space to another.

Roleplay sample:

Somewhere along the way, the earth beneath Regalio's paws had turned to stone. The idea didn't bother him too much. He knew the legends of this area, that Tarsus had breathed stone over the area to destroy a pack, turning everything into stone. If he hadn't known of the legend, Regalio would have been disturbed by the fact that he was padding along stone, his pale golden fur blending in with the fog that stifled the scents of the world around him. The fog was heavy, stifling, almost weighing against Regalio's shoulders. It wasn't like this place wasn't depressing enough without the fog, but Regalio wouldn't have been able to figure his way out of this place if he tried. He had been wandering in circles for ages, after all.

The fog swirled around the stone forest, making the shapes of the trees seem like looming monsters that threatened Regalio. Of course, that was just the ominous feel of the area getting to them. Regalio did know that none of the trees could attack him, particularly not ones made of stone. He suspected that he was the only living thing in this forest. No plants grew here, and the animals avoiding it as much as they could and in this thick fog, no sane wolf would go into the forest either.

Regalio had been sleeping when it hit, after an amiable day of wandering in circles, and when he'd awakened, the fog had been so thick that it had taken Regalio a moment to figure out which way he'd come from. Of course, after attempting to retrace his steps, he'd become completely and utterly lost. Regalio had no idea where he was, but he was in no hurry. Regalio had hunted before entering the forest and wasn't particularly hungry. Hunger would have been the only thing that could have made him worry about getting out of this stone forest, but since he wasn't, it wasn't a big deal. Regalio was okay with being lost for a while, surrounded by the reminders of a god's strength.

He had no problems with it. Regalio figured that he hadn't done anything bad enough to risk a god's wrath any time recently, and if a god were going to punish him, Regalio figured that they would have done it already. That kind of took away from the ominous air of this place, he decided, tilting his head slightly as his brown eyes took in the area.

Regalio still had no idea where he was, but that was all right. As always, he was a placid wolf, and okay with waiting and walking along. The world wasn't all that bad. Walking was nice. It allowed for internal reflection and things like that, which were often lacking in the chaotic world outside this peaceful stone forest and its blanket of fog.

Distracted as he was by his poetic thoughts, Regalio very nearly ran into the tree roots. He was on the opposite side of the tree from the female, whose scent he had been absent mindedly tracking for the past few minutes. "Oof!" Regalio recoiled from the stone figure at the last second, squinting at it through the fog, "Heavens above, that tree scared me." He commented amiably, talking to the thin air easily. He didn't mind talking to himself. The first sign of insanity was arguing with oneself, in his mind. Talking to oneself wasn't bad. Besides, the scent of the female was getting pretty strong for such a foggy day. Perhaps there was a female nearby, which would mean that he wasn't talking to himself. And if she wasn't, well, there wasn't anyone but the statues to bear witness to his 'insanity.'

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Other comments: The sample is from LoT, so it's not from Shade's POV. I can update it to one from his point of view, though. Just say the word

[Rivaxorus]

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I love him. This might be minlos favorite wolf.