Post by silverpole on May 24, 2011 3:54:24 GMT -5
Name: Luera
Age: 2
Gender: Female
Rank: Hunter
Pack: Inu
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Appearance:
Spells:
Age: 2
Gender: Female
Rank: Hunter
Pack: Inu
Picture: i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc492/Chloe-Lai/2011-05-25_1643.png
Appearance:
Luera is a small, rather thin wolf with a loose coat, not very useful in the watery Inu territory. The crescent mark on her head is a birthmark, nobody really knows where it came from and why it's there. Her drab tail resembles that of a fox's, with the fur slowly hardening into feathery scale-like tufts like a beaver's to use as a paddle. The paws are also quite large, with slight webbing in between. She isn't a water element wolf, but has adapted to the environment around her. Her eyes are completely black, revealing the fact that she is a Death wolf. The claws are short and strong and the belly fur is very skin tight to maximize waterproofing. Her ears are slightly longer than normal, and are situated near the top of her head.Personality:
The sun has bleached her coat so it appears faded, so that the brown has begun to blend into the white. Her eyes are large, but also very thin, so that she seems to be narrowing her eyes or squinting. Her paws are too big to reach down small burrows, but the stout claws and strength of the limbs means that she is a quick and efficient digger. This is also useful for catching large prey like deer or elk, or swiping a hard blow at another wolf, but not so good on the Inu islands where there are no big game to catch. Her skill at fishing is somewhat lacking, a rather unfortunate genetic glitch considering where she lives. The reason is that the short, blunt claws cannot catch slippery fish, which need a quick paw and long claws to grab. Due to the fact that she is only meant for surface swimming and cannot hold her breath for very long underwater, with a dive limit of only five meters, she doesn't eat any seafood prey except the occasional mussel.
Luera is a very strange wolf, and can be quite unpredictable. Most of the time she is quite and reserved, and reasonably friendly towards others. She enjoys quiet activities such as swimming in the shallows, stargazing, or doodling in the sand the strange scenes she sees in her dreams. Of course, hunting and sleeping are top on her list. She enjoys the productive feeling of hunting for the pack, as it makes her feel useful to contribute to the others where she can. She is also quite lazy unless otherwise stimulated by something of interest, so a good nap in the sun never goes amiss. She enjoys watching the heavens at night, and will sometimes stay up for a few hours just staying up and enjoying the solitude. She feels that the stars are very mysterious, and she likes trying to find patterns in the night sky, or contemplating what they once were. She is an accomplished fantasizer, and daydreams a lot. Being a wolf, her relatively thick pelt can sometimes be a bother in the hot islands sun, so swimming in the safety of the shallows near her den is a great way to cool off and a favourite pastime. She will sometimes attempt tricks in the water, but these usually end in spluttering, sneezing failure.History:
However, she can be very volatile, with a comparatively thin temper. She gets annoyed and embarassed easily, and sometimes tends to break out in fits of intense emotion, whether anger, fear, happiness, passion or just plain silliness. This can get quite unnerving at times, and she can act quite strangely occasionally-ranting or acting violent. This may be due to the fact that she had a distant ghost relative in the past, so can be affected by Minlo's will. Because of this, others of the Inu pack view her as a potential danger, a member that could eventually become a threat. So she is treated with care and caution and tentative fear-an outlaw among the outlaws.
Her philosophy as a Death wolf is that death is inevitable, and so is change. We kill to eat, our prey dies but we live on. But in the end, through disease or disaster, we in turn will die to pass life to other souls. Her power is not cruel, not an abomination, because it feeds only on those that is already dead. It is not deadly, it harms nothing but those it intends to.
Luera tells her story:Element: Death
Names are dangerous things. They grant power to those who know them. That's why my mother never had one. She was a loner. Like me. I know I have a pack, I have the others to care for me and provide for me, but I see the strange looks they give me, what they whisper behind my back-yes, I know, I hear their voices in my dreams. Perhaps it is only my imagination, but I'm not sure the Inu really welcome me as one of their own. You see, I'm an illegitimate pup, I guess you could call it. Born by rape, right, my father attacking my mother.
My father was some lowly Hunter in the pack, old wolf of about seven or more. I think his name was Rokti. Weird name, really. In fact, with a name like that he should've been born a Waru, ha ha. He wasn't what I would call respectable and all, but a pretty good guy, considering. At least, that's what everyone thought, anyway. So, she showed up on the territory, and him and Ochre were patrolling. Poor Ochre, she died of that shark attack from swimming too far out into open waters. So, they were patrolling, and she showed up. They did the gig, growled as best as they could without getting a mouthful of salt water, chased her out. Ochre swam off to tell the others, and that's when he did it. Don't know the rest. Don't wan't to know. Yeah, they found out it in the end. He got in big trouble. Nobody but the alpha's got breeding rights without permission, and he was helping an outsider. In fact, so big trouble he didn't live to see another day.
Mother left me there, figured (nah, hoped) they'd take me in. Maybe brainwash me, she said, so I'd better stay on my guard. But an extra pack member was not going amiss, so there I stayed until this day.
Spells:
Death Lock-this spell can be used to kill living creatures. It can only be used against diseased, weak, or very young animals, as well as insects. However, it doesn't work against undead, plants, or anything larger than a small coyote or jackal. This is one of the few spells where some energy (though not all of the energy required) is taken from the user as well as nearby dead creatures. This is because a force of pure death is required so as to bring it onto the target, so this is taken from the pure element of the wolf. The range is very short, around 20 meters or so, depending on the target.Roleplay sample:
Teleportation-this spell can be used to travel between two locations. This spell needs a lot of energy, so both the starting point and the destination need to have a lot of death around them. The user melds into the death around him, transforming themself into their primary element, then travels along a 'web of death' until they arrive at their goal. The range is anything under 500 meters.
It takes a lifetime of energy and a mountain of will for her to open her eyes. She blinks and lifts her head, shaking it against the dizzying sun. It drains her energy, she feels sleepy and not at all inclined to get up. She spies a small column of ants, shrivelled in the cloying glare, and concentrates her mind on them. The death is drawn to her, as if by a magnet, and she feels the dulling sensation enter her body, quickly dissolving into a burst of energy. The sun leaves her limbs, and she stumbles to her feet, slouching into the cool water. Aaah...that feels much better.Other comments:
After a short splash in the water, a little drink is always welcome. She paddles over to the next island, her legs working furiously. Sometimes she wonders why a Death wolf like her was born into a Water pack. The climate does not like her at all! She shakes the water out of her fur, shivering at the sudden chill, and nods at her neighbour before trotting down to the stream for a quick gulp. Along the way, she spies a sudden movement in the thick vegetation, and leaps forward, sending out a hurried bolt of death. It stops the mouse in its tracks, momentarily paralyzing it, and she kills it quickly before it recovers.
Her neighbor resents her hunting on his own land, as she can see from his dirty look, so she leaves it in a pile at his feet and scampers off quickly to get her drink. Once there, she looks around to see if he isn’t looking, then begins to concentrate on the water. She frowns and grabs at a small shoal of minnows, attempting to either claw them onto the shore or just simply swallow them whole, as can be seen from her frantic plunging into the stream.
