Wolfram
Creature of the Night
The Silver Lord
Eyes of the Ocean
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 8:42:38 GMT -5
History"One dark and desolate night, a gang of shady characters entered the small village of Argentite. They ravaged the land, violated the villagers, and even killed whole families. After the attack was over, and the flames died down, the moon shone out from the clouds, blessing the village with its silver light. In fact it shone down in once place in particular, and from that crater rose a being enveloped in the most beautiful of lights. All around were smaller white and blue twinkling and shimmering orbs. They seemed to dance around it, swirling and humming a sweet melody that lifted the villagers' hopes. When the lights diminished from around the being, its shape was revealed. It was an Angel. The most beautiful creature they had ever laid their eyes upon. Its pale complexion was like that of the feathers of a dove. Its sparkling blue eyes like the calm, deep ocean. Its soft pink lips like the petals of a single ripen rose. Its long, silver hair like thousands of threads of spider's silk, woven into a captivating structure. And its wings, delicate and soft like a moth and as attractive as the first winter's snow. It wore a white dress that hung loosely over its figure and gathered at the ground. It even had a long white shawl that draped around its neck. The Angel greeted the villagers with a warm smile; but the villagers were too stunned to do anything but stand there. Adjusting itself slightly, it now became clear that the Angel was holding something. It kneeled down to one of the females then unwrapped the bundle that it held. And there, within the soft woollen blankets lay a sweet baby boy. He lay silent, his eyes roamed over the strangers before him, but not once did he cry. His bright blue eyes then landed upon the woman before him and the Angel, and to everyone's surprise, he smiled. The most splendid smile that anyone did see. He reached out for the woman, and the woman reached for him, love bonding them for eternity. And it came to pass upon that day of reckoning that the Lord had took mercy on them and gave them the child that would forever bring them love, hope, faith and endless happiness." And that was the story young Leon was told by his Grandfather whenever he was restless and upset. His Grandfather also used to say to him; "And that baby, the gift from the Lord, we named him Leon; the son of all things heavenly. And even though he is not always at peace, reminding him, telling him that story always calmed him right down to sleep." Unfortunately for the old man, the story failed to work past the day when the gang of shady characters entered the village of Argentite once again. Leon battled hard, but his efforts were futile, he could not rid them from his home, and many villagers were killed because of his will to try to fight them off. His parents were captured and he was made to watch as they were burned alive at a stake. And then it came time for more torture. The monsters took a red hot poker in hand, and seared his soft flesh, leaving the mark of their brother-hood on his chest as a scar. And then they left, leaving the village in ruins and Leon as a broken man. From that event, Leon had been hell-bent on revenge. He wanted to know more about those monsters who attacked his village, killed his parents and laid that mark upon him. He confronted his Grandfather, he knew he was a wise old man, he knew he'd have some answers. His grandfather said simply; "My dear Leon, they were Demons. The monsters that destroyed our existence were the Brotherhood of the Claw. They are highly powerful Demons; you can not face up to them now, but soon. Give a little time; you will embrace your full potential." Leon was unsatisfied by these words, but knew he had to accept them. Fighting them was not an option right now; he was too weak and was injured. Grandfather was right, he had to wait. He waited for twenty years. He did not sit around idly and wait, he buried his head in books; learning about all the things he'd need to learn if he wanted to take them down. He also trained in combat with weapons, his own body, and all that lay around him. He was taught to efficiently use his surroundings to help him defeat foes. Although he had endured all the physical and mental training that was thrown at him, deep within his heart he still felt that he was not yet ready. Leon needed some spiritual enlightenment, to give him some courage. Thinking back to his Grandfather's old stories, he pondered for a moment. Sure enough that Demons existed in the world, so why not Angels. Could that story have been true? Was he the son of all that is heavenly? Leon was still unsure, but he decided it was worth a look. He ventured out to where the moon had shone down in the story; a large crater now filled with jasmine. He found set in the middle was a large stone, so he climbed up and sat. His bright blue eyes reached up to the indigo veil that was now the night sky, and against his better judgement he called out, "If I truly am who the stories depicted, then tell me so. Call out to me. Give me a sign. I know at first I just wanted revenge, but now I see that justice must be served. Please?" he ended with a soft murmur, "I need some guidance." No answer came for a long time, but just as the sun was rising and Leon was drifting off to sleep, a voice echoed in his ears. "Leon," It called and caused him to lift his head up to look at the brightening sky. "Leon," It called again. "You don't need to be told what you can do; you are a perfectly capable young man." Leon stood upon the stone, his eyes looking up longing for something to reassure him this was not a dream. "Leon, if you keep the faith, believe in yourself, you can achieve anything." Leon contemplated for a moment, wondering whether he should answer the call, but then he felt the sudden urge to bellow, "And how do you know this? Who are you?" The soothing voice whispered to his mind, "It is true that you are not like the others of this world, just like the story described, you have an inner secret. And it matters not what or who I am. You have your duties of which you put upon yourself." The voice paused suddenly then ordered, "Go now, your Grandfather needs you." Leon didn't stick around, he quickly ran back to his Grandfather's side. His Grandfather lay breathless in his bed. Leon took the old man's hand in his and kneeled beside him. Leon knew what was about to happen and he held on tightly to the man's hand. "Leon," the old man breathed, "Leon, I want you to take this." He turned his hand over then opened the clenched fist. There, in his old wrinkled hand was an Angel pendant on a thick platinum chain. "There was always a part I missed out of the story I used to tell you as a child. This necklace, the Angel handed it to your mother along with you." Leon placed his hand on top, tears welled up in his eyes and somehow he found the strength to whisper, "I know Grandfather, I don't doubt your story. I would like to hear it again though, one last time?" Leon dropped his head, his silver hair hung down over his features, but the tears could still be seen as they glistened when they fell. His grandfather smiled, took a deep breath and told him the story once more, but finished differently, adding, "And they called the child Leon, the son of all that is heavenly." And the Angel said as it took a small glittering item from a pocket, "And the child will seek justice in all that is wrong. He will be strong. He will be your love and will love you back. His wings will shelter you from evil, and sweep up the broken pieces. He is the son of all that is heavenly, and now he is your son." The Angel then handed over the item; a platinum necklace with an Angel pendant; for him to wear when he is ready. His final words echoed peacefully around the room, lulling Leon. After a few moments of silence, Leon stood and covered the body with a white sheet. He then took the necklace from the hand of his Grandfather and placed it over his head, allowing it to hang freely over his chest. Now he was ready, now he had nothing to lose. He had the heavens and his family in his heart now cheering him on. A new courage surged through him; it was finally time for justice.
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Wolfram
Creature of the Night
The Silver Lord
Eyes of the Ocean
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 8:43:10 GMT -5
For the first time, Leon ventured out of the city. He knew exactly where the Brotherhood met and there was no doubt in his mind now. Justice was long overdue; it surely could not be delayed much longer. The Brotherhood deserved everything that Leon was about to deliver upon them. His mind was only focused on his actions; he knew exactly what he was going to do. Though Leon was mighty, he was also quite cunning. He had a very good plan up his indigo velvet sleeve.
He approached the cave that led to the lair of the Demons. He stopped, took a deep breath then entered. The cave led him down into a deep, dank pit of odour. The stench of rotting corpses, coagulated blood, mixed herbs and spices, and the pungent aroma of waste products. He kept his breathing low and quiet, softening his heart beat a little. He had to come over calm and confident if he wanted his plan to work.
As he walked in deeper, an orange glow radiated stronger and stronger from where the Demons were situated. Leon was extremely close now, and without hesitating he entered the room. Ten red blazing eyes locked onto his being as he stood behind the flames. They snarled at him, baring sharp canines and hot pink gums. The five were huddled around a fire that was dug into the ground and surrounded by charred stones. The one in the middle suddenly stood, he roared at Leon with a low booming voice, "Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous to wander into caves alone? All sorts of monsters dwell here." A smirk appeared on Leon's face for it appeared they did not remember him. "Relax," He called over to them then slid down the neck of his top revealing the mark of their Brotherhood. The Demons stared at the scar, then the alpha male abruptly leapt over the flames, landing before Leon.
Leon edged back slightly, but firmly held his ground. His once bright blue eyes now turned sharp as he sneered at the Demon towering over him. Then, all of a sudden, the Demon threw his head back and laughed at the ceiling. A second later the four joined it. It sounded like a choir of barking, they were loud and the sound gained strength as it reverberated off of the walls. The alpha male then rested his huge muscled arm on Leon's shoulder. The weight alone almost caused his knees to buckle, but the stench from that armpit was enough to make him faint. The Demon chuckled, "Ah, welcome brother. This is our humble abode." Leon rolled his eyes with no intent to appear interested.
"Yes, lovely." He uttered without heart. The Demon chuckled again, "Ay, I guess it's not much, but then we're not all that fussy. So brother, what name do you go by?" Leon cast his eyes aside in an attempt to come up with a good name, but before he could speak he was interrupted by the alpha male Demon, "I know," He bellowed, "You can be Wolfram." Leon held down the anger and quickly nodded, "Yes, Wolfram. Better than the last." Another Demon approached, he seemed awfully suspicious of Leon so he sneered, "So what was your name before then young one?" His voice was sharp and dark, like some wretched vermin. Leon announced, "It does not matter, I have forgotten it anyhow." The suspicious Demon snarled and murmured, "Forgot your own name..?" Suddenly the alpha male patted Leon's shoulder, nearly making him a permanent fixture in the floor. "Ah, I like this youngster!" He laughed, causing the flames to flicker in fear of his volume. "He will be a strong member of our Brotherhood." The alpha male turned to the others and ordered, "The rest of you, welcome your new brother Wolfram!" The Demons bowed their heads to Leon, but he scowled back. "And with that you will welcome your deaths." He murmured before taking hold of the alpha male's arm and twisting it until he heard a loud snap. The Demon howled in pain and tried to thrash at Leon, but his bulk was mightier than his speed and Leon easily slipped through the attack.
Once the others realised what this was they launched themselves at the boy. Their teeth readied, their claws aimed for his throat, their blood red eyes starved and eager for his life. As the suspicious one darted for Leon, he stood his ground ready for the attack. It drew closer, closer and closer still until it was close enough. Leon grasped hold of the horns of the beast then swung him round to the side. The horns could not hold up under the strain and snapped off in his hands, casting the Demon into the flames. It howled, screeched and whimpered as the flames slowly consumed his flesh. The blaze crackled and hissed, spewing dark smoke out into the cave as it devoured the body leaving the remnants of a skeleton.
Within the darkness and the smoke screen, Leon used the horns that he held in his hands to rip through the unsuspecting Demons. These horns were extremely efficient weapons; every slash caused the Demons' flesh to bubble and boil, melt away into the dark wiry hair that covered their naked bodies. Each blow severed arteries, sliced through muscles and tissues, grazed bones and then neatly seared the wounds closed. Blood was hardly shed, but each lesion was deadly. And when the smog cleared, all that remained was Leon standing tall over the bodies of the Demons.
Just as the pride of victory set in, it was cleared by guilt and grief. Leon fell to his knees, dropping the horns to the filth flooded ground. It was over, the Demons lay to rest, his village was saved. He had all the reasons to be happy, but he kneeled down amidst the corpses, his head down, sorrow resting like a stone in his heart. And now it was obvious shy he felt despaired. He had committed murder. He was now no better than those Demons. He could feel the tears welling up again, but new that tears wouldn't help him here he needed a release, but not of tears. He stood. Looked up to the ceiling then roared out. The deep wolf-like cry reverberated powerfully around the cave making it shudder violently. Sand cascaded down upon them, burying the carcasses and plastering Leon in a beige mist.
He then looked down at the horns that lay under a thin layer of sand. The long, curved, ivory tusk-like horns had little blood on them, they almost looked pure. Leon bent down to pick them up. He held them lightly in his hands like they were a pool of fresh, life-giving water. With his eyes completely entranced by the image of the horns, he had one thought in mind; to return to the rock where he heard the voice. He had questions to ask, he had to know what was to become of him now that he had sunk as low as the Demons. He tightened his grip on the horns, then quickly exited the cave.
As he reached the outside world, the clean air blew his mind clear of all doubts and thought. He closed his eyes and smiled; and for that precious moment he only focused on that fresh clean air after being down in that dank, foul cavern. Though the happiness wouldn't last, soon Leon felt despaired once again and continued on his way to his village.
He would've never have expected the sight he viewed when he returned to the village. It seemed it was under threat once again, but the trespassers had not left yet, they were still inside, terrifying the people and damaging buildings. A deep ball of anger rapidly expanded within him; a kind of anger he had never experienced, more intense than the feeling he experienced when his parents were burned alive before him. This was an unfathomable, evil rage. Soon it felt like he lost consciousness as the rage consumed him; he could no longer think rationally, act with guilt or conscience he could only unleash his wrath.
He clenched his fists, his body became tense and stiff, his skin burned, his pupils narrowed, his facial features screwed up into a tight frown, and then he marched. He moved in deeper, knocking back the figures that leapt out of the darkness to attack him. Each one he cast high into the air came down hard, often being speared by debris. However, most of those that Leon attacked, came straight back at him. Growing rather frustrated, Leon cast his hand out and focused his anger on his opponent. Suddenly the ground erupted in flames as a bright light shot down from the heavens and obliterated the creatures.
Though he was shocked by the event that just that second took place, he soon came to terms with a new ability and used it over and over again until the entire village was left in flames.
Leon watched the blaze that now engulfed his town. His arms quaked, and his knees were weak, but still he stood strong upon a mound just beyond the town. He was paralysed from the disturbing thought now lingering in his mind. For years he had seen his town plagued with misfortune, but never did it occur to him until now that the largest threat to his home was himself. Regardless of the forms those creatures around him took, having taken their lives made him just as bad as they were.
Overwhelmed by this new theory, his legs collapsed from under him and he was left kneeling, his head down, his silver hair cascading over his shoulders like a frozen waterfall. He was a murderer, even by taking the life of those considered evil. His aquamarine eyes became dull, and glazed over with tears. He felt a new pain possess his shoulder in that moment, a cold sting that burned right through his flesh. Ripping his shirt back, he gazed with horror at the new mark that had seemingly been carved by icy fingertips. A disjointed paw print was branded into his flesh, the smell still distinct, the wound red and sore. His veins pulsed heavily beneath the skin around the mark in apparant protest to the pain, but the mark was there for good. To remind him of his deeds, the curse of the Wolf Demons lay upon his shoulder. Despite his good intentions, he had still commited a crime and this was justice. He would discover what it was like to be a monster and only when he had learned from this could the cursed mark ever be removed.
Distracted by the distraught, Leon did not sense one of the creatures bounding out of the flames toward him. When he lifted his head, it was too late, and the flaming creature sank its fangs into his neck. Leon's eyes narrowed, and in a desperate act, he thrust the ball of his palm through the chest of the being. It threw its head back and wailed revealing two bright white fangs from a smouldering, ashy face before its entirety eroded.
Leon edged back, clasping a hand over the wound on his neck. At that moment in time he did not understand what new fate had befallen him, but in the days and the years that followed he would learn the hunger that could only be satisfied by the life essence of another; how it was to partake in the wonders of love; but eventually, what mysteries there were for him to discover about himself and the new world...
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Wolfram
Creature of the Night
The Silver Lord
Eyes of the Ocean
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 8:43:44 GMT -5
In his vampiric years, Leon did little other than struggle with his conscience and behaviour. The two curses that became afflicted onto him seemed to battle with one another for ownership, luckily their greed disillusioned both and kept Leon’s mortal soul from complete corruption. Well, almost. There were times where Leon acted out, his vampire nature bubbled to the surface and caused unnecessary blood shed. Discovering that though he needed blood to survive now, he could learn how to master and conquer these needs, only using them when essential. It took a good year or so to perfect control, but soon Leon succeeded in subduing his urges with faith and hope alone.
However, it was not all a success story, occasionally Leon would lose faith after believing the path of his destiny run him in never ending circles. And, it was these times that the so called Wolf-Demon characteristics would overpower his good will. This of course made him quite the dangerous little enemy. Having gained great strength and knowledge over the past century, this Wolfram entity would be far more likely to demonstrate his skills.
Soon Leon found himself a solution. To take his mind off of his hazy fate, he threw himself into the idea of teaching others about the world, and to try to bring a little happiness where he could. This was where he stumbled across the siring technique. Though this quite clashed with his beliefs and plans, Leon decided to go for it anyway. Only managing to sire few individuals, he didn’t come to get the chance to teach them anything new or learn anything new for himself. With both childer abandoning him, he had little experience to go on. Though he should’ve been angered at the pair of them, he felt too guilty about Khazim and rushed off into the night to find him, and try to explain. However, fate laid a stone in his road and he could not avoid it. After finally finding his childe, there was a serious accident that caused Leon to lose all traces of his memory. Now he was afflicted with yet another curse, Amnesia.
Later, he returned to some sort of normality, though unable to recall his past or his obsession with being perfectly good... Considered to be a good thing, although Wolfram gets a feeling he has forgotten something very important. He does not want to rush into finding his memories, but will happily allow them to return when the time is right. However, sometimes his past will return to taunt him, reminding him of his association with angels in the most peculiar ways... such as working as a member of The Shadow Saints with a man named Gabriel.
Although not closely contributing to the Shadow Saints, Wolfram still decides in the back of his mind to keep his deal with them and be there if they should need him; whilst in the mean time he acts to bring up his own family. The Wolfram Line sprouting slowly with the arrival of inferno, V, Nayra and Joicus. However, after a short while, three (V, Nayra and Joicus) were cut from the line due to their inactivity and lack of connection with their father Wolfram. In the short time that V was around, he taught Wolfram a few tricks with a crossbow and normal bow in the skill of archery. The mysterious one then took off, no reason and explanation, leaving his father with a spot of emptiness in his heart. The line now stood with Khazim and inferno; including a recent addition with Angel, aka -BrokenWing-.
Still in the search of new family members, Wolfram falls upon the discovery of a beautiful maiden blessed with the name, Solitia. The two became close, and in a short time. He thought he had found love for the first time and even considered the prospect of marrying her. In the meantime, he continued to expand the family and added another two daughters to the line, Mali Darkheart and Trix.
With his increasing family, he knew he’d have to find a place in which to offer them sanctuary and a place to be with him and the family should they ever need it. And so, the House of Cardinal Hearts was erected, a manor with the soul purpose to shelter the Wolfram Line; his ex-clan home, The Pillar of Light.
However, something went terribly wrong. A collision of distrust and betrayal broke Solitia and Wolfram apart. Having never let someone so close to his heart before, the pain of letting her go cut deep into him. The situation could not have come at a worse time, whilst in a battle with Astaroth, she simply left him with a brief note of apology and walked out. His heart shattered at the instant he felt her presence slip away and he readily removed himself from battle to chase her. However, to no succession and suddenly found himself at the alter of the Hall of Severance.
The pain hurt until he bled and pressured him with severe distress in a threat to crush him. Unable to think straight, his mind rattled by her sudden decision to leave, all he knew to wish for was to go numb, to wash the hurt away. Wolfram dipped his hands into the font filled with holy water. The liquid burned and bit at his flesh, sparking the manifestation of boils to erupt on his hands. A sting like a thousand volts of electricity nibbled at his hands, but Wolfram refused to remove his hands until he could feel all of his family ties being melted away like his flesh in the water. With each one gone he was granted a little less suffering, numbness through the destruction of nerve cells; a sensation eagerly appreciated.
With his core now empty and his bloodline stripped, Wolfram tugged his hands from the bubbling font and laid himself to rest on the cold stone floor in order to heal. His palms were significantly damaged; the raw and aching flesh gave opening to swelled veins and the brightest glimmer of white. The quaking limbs spewed a violent steam and dripped with a dilute sanguineous liquid. His pale flesh had blushed to a cherry red, but bulged and pulsated with a sure objection to his act. Wolfram gathered his hands together, crossing his wrists over and drawing them closer to his chest. Cradling his wounds like a frail child, Wolfram spent his day and night in the sanctuary of the Hall of Severance before moving off into the night to embark upon pointless wanderings of the blackened streets of RavenBlack City.
Worn from endless walking and not feeding he made his only rest stop in a couple of weeks. He even walked the sun-lit hours, keeping to the city's dank undergrounds to evade the intensity of the light, but through it gained a lot snarls and glares from the other vampires as he passed through their territory without hesitation. He didn't know why, but he wouldn't stop and didn't want to. It was as if he was just doing anything at this point to not dwell on what had happened, kept his mind closed bar his instincts and just kept on walking without direction. His stop had brought him upon a battle scene, one of tremendous proportions where he met up with a fellow Shadow Saint named Maxer and eventually a few newer individuals such as Reese, Shade, Philomena and the Saint Ellasandra.
A fierce battle soon ensued as the shadows of Maxer’s past sought his blood and the blood of all those that stood beside him. It wasn’t mere coincidence that Wolfram found his way to them, it felt like fate as they all stood together, battling a comrade’s foe which was inevitably their own. Although the battle was vicious and extensive, the group of Saints and lonely Vampires found victory and at last, perhaps Wolfram had found a purpose once again. Rejoining the Shadow Saints seemed like his only choice now, they were all he had left.
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Creature of the Night
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 8:44:19 GMT -5
The lone wolf staggered into the familiar arms of his Clan mates, elated that his solitary journey was no more, that he had friends he could rely on. An underlying guilt caused him to check upon his former childer from time to time, but as the nights drew out, most perished under the weight of the city’s demands. Surprisingly, however, his first and most determined childe was still enduring that pressure; determined to survive against the odds. It made Wolfram proud in a way, but ashamed also; despite knowing that man would also tend to take an independent path. Though, with that in mind, it still didn’t make him feel any better about abandoning him.
Existence within the walls of the Shadow Saint Manor was warm and inviting for a few weeks, but the cold and lonely breeze still found its way into Wolfram’s heart; chilling him and freezing his tears. As the cold took grip, a reluctant inner voice spoke out which began to twist his frigid core into a molten cyclone.
As the true members of the Clan began to vanish without trace; Devin Shadow, Gabriel and Isis Amber; and new members began to cluster like cancerous boils, the burning venom from within became more and more potent. Poisoning his mind with hate, the mixed emotions began to tear at his sanity. What had once been a righteous and virtuous Clan of Vampires looking to prolong the existence of man and keep their humane sides in check despite their darkness, had become a group of cowards sheltering under the name of the Shadow Saints. It made him sick to consider these back-biting creatures as his Clan mates.
Despite the growing fire inside of him, the progressing will to slaughter their pathetic bodies, Wolfram held back for a while and waited for fate to open doors again. Alexander, Maxer and Ayla Myst did their best to restore the Clan to its potential, but their efforts were much in vain. Illema, Mila and Black star fire even assisted, but as the night faded into black, Wolfram was already considering leaving them again.
He battled with the plan a thousand times in that one night, but eventually found the strength to dismiss all of his doubts and continue to put his entirety into the Clan. On the following night, Wolfram got to work on spreading the word about his idea to train the younger members in order to increase their fire power. Although deep down he had a feeling that if a major fight were ever to break out, Gabriel and the others would somehow find a way to come back. They always turned up at the worst possible times for their enemies after all; they were famous for that tendency.
However, when Wolfram’s idea became whole heartedly ignored by his assumed comrades, his rage was about to be unleashed. Had it not been for an invitation to High-tea by an Elder named Neske, there would have been a massacre in the manor. It seemed that Neske wanted to continue the studies of his childe Ashley Remington; a bright and brilliant woman who was curious about the vampires and the clans of Raven Black City. Although he didn’t know what he could say to them about the Shadow Saints, Wolfram decided to go and in the process; convince them as well as himself that the Shadow Saints were a cause worth fighting for.
At the Ivory Tower, the house of the Sun Clan, Wolfram sat down with Neske and Remi. They talked for a while, but throughout their friendly get-together, Wolfram was finding it hard to summarise what he had meant to say. Not only was he distracted by the oppressive thoughts within his head, but also by the beauty that Remi was expressing. She was a breath of fresh air in the City of Death and he grew infatuated very quickly.
Wolfram knew it was too soon to fall in love again, but she seemed to return his affections completely. A game of tag in the city was child’s play, but in some strange and despairing way, he had never felt so alive. The two became engrossed in a romantic relationship very quickly and with Wolfram being the angelic and loving type that he was, it wasn’t long before they began discussing binding arrangements.
Traditionally, it is the father of the bride which provides financial support, but Wolfram wanted to support himself. He opted to pay his own side of the binding process, yet in fear of offending Neske. Though, the man didn’t seem to have any negative feelings about this; none that he expressed to Wolfram anyway. It was perhaps a matter of pride, pride of his independence that Wolfram wished to pay his own way; even presenting a diamond ring to Remi as an engagement offer.
The modest soul wouldn’t dare accept his gift at first, but eventually it among the platinum wedding bands became symbols of their love. Their binding succeeded with little chaos, even though not a single Shadow Saint arrived despite their invitations. A lonely dragon named Astaroth managed to make his presence known for a brief second, only to strike more rage and disappointment into Wolfram’s heart. Though, he didn’t want to ruin their day with such malevolent thoughts and kept much of his grief to himself.
Before the binding, the couple spent a glorious Valentine’s day together, where Wolfram showered her in elegant velvet red roses. In return, she talked to her sire Neske, requesting he bind to Wolfram as a sire. The man had never been more than a Master Vampire since a few moments after his initial siring, the opportunity to rest under another’s wing was highly appealing; especially since Wolfram had gained high respects of Neske.
A double binding, to childe and to husband shaped Wolfram’s existence in a way he had never expected. He was elated, ecstatic, but after a few weeks, it all went down hill. Following a disagreement, Remi parted from her oldest childer and felt completely betrayed by him. Fenrir, he other childe and Wolfram were there to pick up the pieces, but they could only do so much for her. Remi wished for her own independence, she wanted to feel stronger, she didn’t want to feel vulnerable anymore. It was perhaps for those reasons that she asked for her freedom, causing Neske to sever them both. Wolfram was a Master Vampire again, but at the time, it didn’t bother him at all, he wanted what was best for his wife.
One can only put up with so much, however. Not long after Remi opened a bar named the Sacred Yew, she took Aiden Hawke as her sire and soon things began to get turbulent. Wolfram respected Aiden, he had heard a lot of good things about the Vampire, but for some unknown reason, he was seeing less and less of his wife and it was beginning to take a strain on his patience.
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 8:45:01 GMT -5
Surprisingly, Astaroth became a friend of Remi’s and Wolfram got quickly suspicious. The Dragon had done little more than boast about exacting his revenge on the Shadow Saints, and it made Wolfram nervous. He had crossed his own name off of the Shadow Saints’ list just after the wedding, but still he expecting something malicious to be up that scaled sleeve. It hadn’t all been bad blood between Wolfram and Astaroth exactly, but he didn’t feel like taking any chances with the one he loved.
After voicing his opinion on their sudden friendship, the relationship became quickly thrown onto the rocks. She felt like he was controlling her, standing in her way, but Wolfram couldn’t understand where this was coming from. To his recollection she had been tossed into danger so many times he had lost count, but he let her go through these things in her own way. Wolfram stood by as support and love, protecting her only if she truly needed it. He accepted that it was possible he was over reacting so he backed down for now.
When a young human named Valkrine stepped into the picture, things seemed to be on the mend. They sired her as a couple, but Valkrine shared the Wolf’s blood. It had been a long time since he had been a sire again and he had many doubts that it would be anymore of a success as the last times, but Remi cheered him up soon enough, making him smile like he hadn’t done in a while.
Travelling back to the Sacred Yew where they lived now, Wolfram picked up a peculiar melody that called out to him from the city. It was Maxer, offering friendship. Wolfram thought it was a tad peculiar to suddenly try and make amends after all that time of silence, but he couldn’t refuse to accept it. Besides, it was unjust to allow a single man to take the fall on behalf of a Clan and Wolfram had always liked him.
Not long after that encounter did Wolfram stumble across another old friend, or rather, this old friend came across him. Gabriel, the assumed leader of the Shadow Saints, the only person that Wolfram actually considered his true friend. He had returned after a long vacation of sorts, honing his skills and taking injury. Gabriel was missing his arm, but then Wolfram wasn’t quite a bright eyed a bushy tailed either and neither of them seemed to want to talk about their problems.
Quickly, problems turned to tragedies and the binding was through. He was now done with being so accepting, so polite and friendly to those who just did not deserve a thing from him. Wolfram could no longer find that inner voice calling back at him, instructing his righteous actions and he was readily beginning to hate himself along with the rest of the world.
Following brief talks to his childer Valkrine, Wolfram tracked down Khazim again and made him an offer. The man wasn’t much the type for taking orders, but he accepted it. When Wolfram sank into the shadows, Khazim took over babysitting duties. Though, it wasn’t as easy as everyone made out and Khazim wasn’t any better at being a sire. Valkrine soon gave up trying and faded into the ash like the rest of them, but her death brought nothing from Wolfram. He lay in the Shadows still, quite bitter and angry. Hearing the news of Remi binding to Astaroth didn’t help much. Wolfram forced himself to stay dormant for months, outlasting the severance of ties that were fought for in blood, outlasting the romance, outliving the weak until he emerged yet again.
November 2007, two years after having come to the city of Raven Black, Wolfram seemed reborn again. His hunger for blood was everlasting of course, but he decided to change the menu. As a way of amusement, humans as ever would not be killed unless he was particularly tempted and the same would go with vampires. Wolfram wasn’t bitter about his divorce anymore, neither was he ensnared by his scorn of the Saints. The slate was clean and soon, the city would be too.
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 8:45:41 GMT -5
Profile Full Name: Leon Wolfram Heart. Alias: Wolfram. Nicknames: Snowflake, Wolfie Gender: Male. Date of birth: 28th November 1905 Date of siring: 30th January 1926 Star sign: Sagittarius. Dark star sign: Aquarius. Raven Black Civilian since: November 2005 Species: Pure Vampire, cursed with Wolf-Demon traits. Bloodline: Lupus Sarcina. Wolfram is a master vampire with no sire, once head of his own Bloodline known as the Cardinal Hearts. Once apart of the Toreador Bloodline, adopted by Neske. Family: Four childer, Khazim, Valkrine, Howl and SeleneLeneau. Clan: None, ex-Shadow Saint member, ex-Founder of The Pillar of Light. Blood type: O Blood points: 33,000 Blood rank: Blood Royal Power Status: Fully Powered - uncloaked (No Neutrality) Nationality: Unknown, has a British accent. Homeland: Argentite. Location: Raven Black City Faith: None, currently agnostic. Alignment: Detached from good and evil labels. Sexual Orientation: Straight. Marital status: Single - Taken - In a relationship with Illema Bind-Partner: None, ex-wife is Ashley Remington (RemipunX) Relationship History: Engaged twice, Married once, Divorced once.
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 8:46:14 GMT -5
Roleplay Abilities:- Telekinesis. The ability to move objects, ie manipulate them, with the power of the mind.
- Telepathy. The ability to project one's thoughts into the mind of another being. Contains a little hint of manipulation, he could influence those with his thoughts.
- Empathy. Sensing the emotional and painful feelings of others. Contains a little hint of mind reading, but only with those people with psychic gifts themselves.
- Psionic Shield. Ability to erect a psychic shield for protection of himself and of others. Cloaking via telepathy is not perfect, but it does hold up good protection against most physical and magical attacks. Psychic powers may penetrate this shield.
- Mental Sedation. Can telepathically "sedate" his victims so that, if already rendered unconscious, they remain so for as long as he continues to "sedate" them. Can only be used on Humans.
- Healing. Ability to cause cell restoration in others as well as himself in order to knit wounds shut. Superficial wounds are healed very rapidly, but more serious wounds may require a full day's rest in order to recover from the damage.
- Silver Eclipse.
- Twilight Spear.
- Bolt Barrage.
- Second-sight. The ability to sense blood relation, as well as how well trained another vampire is. Can be used on vampires within the surrounding vicinity or upon any vampire that Wolfram knows the name of.
- Suction. The ability to efficiently drain more blood from a victim.
- Surprise. The ability to pass through occupied buildings without detection.
- Perception. The ability to perceive far more effectively. Meaning not only the relative awareness, but also becoming aware of something via the senses, the awareness of the world and its contents through sensory experience, like the amount of coins carried by vampires and the distinct scent of a vampire hunter.
- Celerity. The swiftness of action or motion; speed. Sometimes referred to as supernatural speed as vampires have the ability to propel themselves out of the limitations of time and manoeuvre as if they were travelling almost as fast as the speed of light.
- Stamina. Meaning the fact or power of enduring or bearing pain, hardships, etc. The ability or strength to continue or last, especially despite fatigue, stress, or other adverse conditions.
- Shadows. The ability to hide in shadows and not be seen by others. Using the shadows to mask one's presence, camouflaging auras or simply by sinking into darkness.
- Thievery. The ability to steal coins from other vampires, part dexterous and part supernatural by vampire standards.
- Locate. Through a sharpened mind, it becomes possible to open a map of the city in ones imagination and use the supernatural skills to scope out a particular individual's location. The more trained in the level, the more accurate the search.
- Telepathy. The ability to send telepathic messages, or project one's thoughts into the mind of a familiar individual. Although anyone can receive these messages, only a vampire who has been trained at the guild can send them.
- Charisma. Meaning one's ability to be charming and clever, perhaps a little manipulating. Using alternatives to succeed rather than simply by battle could be rewarding.
Weaknesses:- Impaired vision. Due to the toxins that entered his bloodstream through his eyes, they have been damaged. Things seem more blurred than usual, but he is able to see.
- Dark Magic.
- Fire.
- Holy Water.
- Satanic objects.
- Be-heading.
- Garlic Spray.
- Demon blood.
- Severe wounds in the heart.
- Angel tears.
- Electricity.
- Wolf-Demon transformation takes the wind right out of him, causing him to pass out after a rampage.
Possessions:- Still holds the platinum angel pendant, although he does not always wear it around his neck.
- Silver cross bow, fires small bolts. Can be blessed with holy water and some of Wolfram's natural powers such as light. Seriously damages opponents. The dark silver-blue metal is twisted and manipulated into a fine work of art. The recurve and nock of the bow are drawn out into thorn-like prongs that incline outward, and before the grip is a spectacular set of coils adorning the sleek curve of the bow. The string of this bow is highly elasticised metal wire, making the bow capable of launching arrows at great speed and force.
- Carries weapons for damaging other vampires; Holy Water, Garlic Spray.
- Carries scrolls of varying magical abilities; Scrolls of Displacement, Teleportation and Turning.
- Carries potions of sorts, mainly for bursts of speed; Sprint Potion.
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Creature of the Night
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 8:48:02 GMT -5
Appearance Height: 5'10" Weight: 198 lbs Build: Slender, athletic physique. Complexion: Fair skinned, minimal amounts of scars yet bares the mark of the Wolf-Demon brothers. Located on his left shoulder, just above his collar bone, the shape of a disjointed paw print is burnt into his flesh. On his forehead is often marked a symbol in red, sometimes in blood. It is a type of chakra, a point to which all of the body's energies are focused to increase concentration. Hair: Silver-white in colour. It is soft and weightless and drifts and dances with ease on even a simple breeze like a silken spider’s web. Its length varies, but he has been known to have cropped to the middle of his back as well as just above his shoulders. Eyes: Aquamarine, often described as the colour of a deep ocean. They are jewelled, crystallised eyes. Large, deep pools of beauty amongst serene features, but the shade varies depending upon his state of mind. When frivolous, they shift to an icy blue like the eyes of a Siberian husky. When angered, they spark into an electric blue and shine with some unknown power from within. Wolf-Demon Appearance: A Wolf-Demon stands approximately six to seven feet tall, is abundantly muscled, wire haired, and thick-skinned. It usually has a dark mane that comes from top of the head and carries down the back and travels to the tip of its tail. They also have dog shaped teeth, but the two canines of the upper jaw are larger and serrated on the cutting edge. This makes slicing and tearing flesh very easy. In Wolfram's case, he is also winged thanks to a mutation of power through the vampire turning. Rubbery and light bat-like wings that stretch to twice his body width, each. They are incapable of flight, however, due to the massive weight of the creature. Had his bones been hollow, he might have been able to fly, but the wings are still useful for gliding or shielding himself from attacks. Unable to lift his three hundred pound mass off of the floor for long, they do however make his leaps propel vertically. Image actors for Leon Wolfram Heart include the work of Heise, Daichym, Shuangwen, Feimo, Gimei and others associated with DeviantArt. The character Eyes Rutherford of the Spiral Manga was also used. All signatures and avatars produced by myself on Photoshop 7 and Image Ready.
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 8:52:14 GMT -5
Personality Normally the passive type, but most would describe him as being rather broody. His ever shifting past has altered his personality dramatically. From the quiet, benevolent, angelic vampire that would only fight for a just purpose, to the bitter and scornful beast that feeds upon the flesh of all and many, to the slightly maddened sociopath, to a man that has given up all hope and then into the man who is vampire that walks the streets tonight. This now reformed vampire has less patience than before and even less tolerance. Having forsaken the path for truth and righteousness, he now walks with little purpose. To mask this lack of aspiration, he fills his nights with as much activity as possible. Thievery, murder, gluttony and the frequent visits to the magic shops that are scattered across the city make up his regular evening activities. Wolfram no longer stops to make conversation and tends to only interact with those he is familiar with. His heart is not particularly ready to make new friends and especially not for love. Despite this, he doesn't proceed out of his way to intimidate others and ward them off of conversation, but he does leap at the chance to defend himself and justify himself when others are rude to him. Wolfram has even less tolerance for those who confront him with aggression, he is not afraid to fight. It is likely he flaunts a bit of his ego from time to time, but only when he can not contain himself. This usually occurs when in the presence of fledglings that are acting as if they rule the roost and of course, they then have to be put in their place. Wolfram would never deliberately detect, stalk and destroy younger vampires because he felt like it; only when they give him a reason to. On the flip side, when consumed by his darkest half, his canine counter-part; it becomes incredibly difficult to reason with him. Wolfram is careful not to let this side of him express itself too often, he couldn't afford the negative attention of the more powerful Clans. However, this Wolf-Demon half of him lends him a great power boost, with his physical strengths increased ten-fold. When allowing to let a small bit of this power leak through, he will be more unpredictable than ever and rely firmly on his animal-like instincts over his vampiric nature. What the Stars Dictate... Ruled by the benefic planet Jupiter, Sagittarians possess a natural exuberance, sense of adventure and love of life that makes them one of the most optimistic zodiac signs of all. Like their astrological symbol - the Archer - Sagittarians are renowned for aiming their sights towards whatever it is they find alluring - a love partner, dream job, vacation - and making it their own. They believe that anything is possible - and because of this belief system, Sagittarians are adept at seeking out their very own pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. But sometimes trying to tie down these free-spirited individuals is frustrating for those around them. Sagittarians are happiest on the move - exploring new cultures and ideas and many are attracted to occupations related to travel, the media, outdoor work and philosophical pursuits. In love, their catch-cry is "don't fence me in". But once they find a partner who understands their need to retain their own sense of self and identity, Sagittarians can be the most big-hearted, generous and fun-loving companions of all. Freedom loving, optimistic and honest, Sagittarians are ruled by Jupiter, the planet of abundance and higher learning. The wisdom of Jupiter imbibes Sagittarians with an inherent need to develop their own unique philosophy of life. The Centaur is their astrological symbol, and it gives many insights into the Sagittarian personality. The higher-evolved Sagittarian learns to integrate the two ends of the Centaur (half-human, half-beast) in order for their arrow (another Sagittarian symbol) of higher aspirations to be more on the mark. Although they are intellectually and spiritually advanced, Sagittarians are notorious for their lack of tact. In relationships they demand independence, but when in love, it can't be denied that they are one of the most big-hearted signs of the zodiac. What the Dark Stars Dictate... With the new Millennium in full swing, the time of the Dawn of the Age of Aquarius has begun. Your sign is regarded as the zodiac's leader. You are the trendsetter for the future and because of this high responsibility, many born under your sign will be undergoing at this time including the pressure of personal change (particularly in your values and what makes you content and happy). Yours has always been a philanthropic sign. Now more than ever these qualities will be highlighted. Those born under the Astrology sign of Aquarius not only march to a different drummer, they make up new music as they go along. They are 'mind oriented' individuals, whose thoughts never stop tick-tocking over. Because of their high focus on intellectual exploration, many inventors, eccentrics and highly original trailblazers are born under this sign. Their intense ability to live on many mental levels, holds both pain and pleasure for Aquarians. For example, in the American Hall of Fame there are more Aquarians than any other sign, yet statistics reveal that in mental institutions there are more Aquarians than any other sign too. Many extremes can surround this sign and these extremes can take them to both heaven and hell. But in everyday terms, most Aquarians are extremely humanitarian and often involved in social programs that assist others. They can also be objective in judgement, for they never let their emotions get in the way. Outgoing and amiable, Aquarians attract friends wherever they go and those whom Aquarians befriend have their unswerving loyalty. Aquarians are the zodiac's most mysterious and unusual people - and no two are anything alike. Those born under this sign - ruled by innovative and non-conformist Uranus - march to the beat of their own drum. They see life in a different way. Others quite frequently think their habits and ideas are eccentric or crazy in some way, but it is this uniqueness that makes them so special. The Aquarian mind is extremely quick and they never seem to stop thinking (it is interesting to note that many born under this sign suffer from insomnia.) Aquarians usually have strong political, environmental or social beliefs. But whether it is a relationship, career or cause - Aquarians are happiest when they have "something" to believe in and nurture.
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Creature of the Night
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 8:52:30 GMT -5
Social Status Starting November 2005 Has never been a social butterly and keeps pretty much to himself all the time. Having no one to rely on fully, Wolfram has sectioned off his heart from the outside world and has little intention of opening it up again. He likes to remain solitary and avoids social events quite frequently. It is upon rare ocassion that he actually speaks to other people and genuinely interacts with them. Wolfram has a nack for sensing special gifts within people that makes them unique to the world and makes him want to get to know them. Unfortunately, those unique personalities aren't always so permanent so even if at one moment he likes someone, he can easily grow to dislike them as well. People he knows: Khazim, Mira (Howl), Valkrine, Gabriel (DarkEvanescent), Devin Shadow (St. Shadow), Isis Amber (Isis), Mila (Mila Isis), Illema, Maxer, Lyrene (Sabrene), Seppuku, Konamie (-Konamie-), Ayla Myst (ayla myst), Damon (Dark Q Damon), Astaroth, Ashley Remington (RemipunX), Fenrir (FenrisWolf), Neske (neske), Aidan Hawke, Diana Celestina (Dianacelestina), Florain, Chiru, Malpractise, Avita, Aara, MavericksChild Friends: Gabriel (DarkEvanescent), Maxer, Florain, Illema, Valkrine Allies: Khazim, Mira (Howl), Valkrine, Gabriel (DarkEvanescent), Maxer, Florain, Unsure: Neske (neske), Aidan Hawke, Diana Celestina (Dianacelestina), Devin Shadow (St. Shadow), Isis Amber (Isis), Mila (Mila Isis), Lyrene (Sabrene), Seppuku, Konamie (-Konamie-), Chiru, Malpractise, Avita, Aara, MavericksChild Dislikes: Ashley Remington (RemipunX), Astaroth, Fenrir (FenrisWolf), Ayla Myst (ayla myst), Damon (Dark Q Damon), Hates: N/A Important People:Khazim - First ever sired childe, loyal and determined. Was severed then adopted again due to a strengthening friendship. Khazim was forced sired as an attempt to save his life and although the two do not always agree, there is a bond between them that can not be broken easily. Mira (Howl) - Second sired childe in the current family. She isn't always obediant, but her intellect and quirky nature have caused the pair to become quite close. Although it wasn't Wolfram's choise to sire her, he stayed true to his responsibilities after she became a childe under him and to this day has never regretted taking her in. Valkrine - Third sired childe in the current family. She was first brought under as his childe when Wolfram was still bound to Remi, but as their love died, as did this childe. When she resurfaced a couple of months later, he did not hesitate to make her his childe again. The pair are quite close and have a good friendship. Gabriel (DarkEvanescent) - A man with whom Wolfram shares a lasting friendship. They are very different, but have somehow built a strong alliance through their small similarities. They first met during a fight with Astaroth and having leant his aid to the man, he soon became a member of The Shadow Saints. Even though Wolfram is no longer a member and the pair see very little of one another, Wolfram still considers Gabriel to be a very good friend to him and will always remain his ally. Maxer - Another man with whom Wolfram shares a lasting friendship. Although not as strong as his friendship with Gabriel, Wolfram considers Maxer a good friend and will always remain his ally as well. They met through their Clan, The Shadow Saints, in the early days when the members were few and very decent. There was something about Maxer that caused Wolfram to take special notice and he has never regretted considering this man a good friend. Florain - A lady that Wolfram considers a very close friend and ally. Despite having not known her for very long, her warm and friendly attitude attracted his attention and granted her his friendship. He hopes to get to know her a little more. Illema - A lady that Wolfram has lavished special attention upon recently. They had met previously as Clan mates under The Shadow Saints, he also attended her wedding to Devin Shadow. However, after he left the Saints, he had heard no more about her until he ran into her one day at The Lounge. He found out that she had lost her memory, sympathising with her condition and recalling their friendship, Wolfram agreed to start fresh with Illema. They soon found they had a lot in common and gradually he began to fall for her beautiful ways and hasn't yet been able to take his eyes away from hers. Having agreed to meet Illema for a double-date with Damon and Rebecca, things began to take a passionate turn for the two. Their feelings for one another became clear in a kiss and has become the start of a blossoming relationship. Wolfram is determined to change his luck and hopes that their relationship will last for a long time.
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 8:52:49 GMT -5
NPC - Louis The Wolf-Demons or Demon Wolves, are thought to be Wolves that are imbued with the powers of Demons. They take on the appearance of a half-man, half-beast creature of darkness, but their forms are unchangeable, unlike the weaker Werewolf or Lycanthrope. The differences in appearance are slight and their abilities similar, but their demonic attributes give the creatures a much greater potential and allow them to gain greater strengths and power as they progress. At full maturity, around twenty years, a Wolf-Demon can measure approximately six to ten foot in height, and can weigh in anywhere from 300 lbs up-wards. Its physical structure is abundantly muscled and built for stability, power and stamina. Equipped with a thick hide and wire-like hair, it is incredibly difficult to injure and has low sensitivity, meaning it has a high pain tolerance. Typical Wolf-Demons have dark skin and fur, allowing them to blend into their natural environments in the night. As they are nocturnal, they rely mainly on their senses of smell and hearing to guide them and their eye sight is particularly poor, despite the fantastic range of colours their eyes come in. Since they are also slightly short-sighted, they tend to do a lot of testing with their teeth and tongue, so they are prone to biting and licking, especially when young and adolescent. A Wolf-Demon's teeth are almost identical to any dog's, however the two canines of the upper jaw are larger, slightly convex and serrated on the cutting edge. This makes slicing and tearing flesh very easy. Their incisors are pointed, but less defined and are designed to slice flesh where the molars are strong enough to crunch bone into dust. They also have very powerful jaws that can lock to hold down a feisty prey. Like any other predator, they thrash their heads from side to side to shake their prey to pieces. Though, they are not all beastly, they have a sense of intelligence and when mature enough can master the tongue of humans, not just know what they are saying. They do not always act on impulse and instinct and have been known to think thoroughly about their actions and show signs of human emotion and intellect. Since they are part Demon and part Wolf, they hold loyalty and the laws of the hierarchy above all else and so one must consider these facts when facing a Wolf-Demon if they wish to survive. Name: Louis Name meaning: French form of LUDWIG. Nickname: Louie, Little Mutt Gender: Male Species: Wolf-Demon Age: Six months Status: Puppy Abilities:* Bite. With pin-needle teeth, the little wolf has a painful nip and since it is unaware of its own strength, can quite easily draw blood. * Bark. Too immature and inexperienced to know any better, it pines, whines and barks in a shrill tone to get some attention or to display its feelings toward something. Its continuous barking can get annoying after a while. * Scratch. Those claws may look small and ineffective, but can leave nasty red marks on the skin if scratched. * Sniff. Louis has an eager and sensitive nose and there's nothing he likes more than sniffing about his environment and about surrounding people. The stinkier the better, he enjoys smelling pungent odours that would normally be fowl to anyone else's nose. * Camouflage. His black fur allows him to blend easily into darkness, including bedding and fabrics such as pillows and clothing so watch where you're stepping! Weaknesses:* Being squashed is a great danger to him and because of his small stature and dark fur, Louis can be easily over looked and trodden on. * Starving to death. As a puppy, he needs to be fed regularly to keep him strong and healthy. Missing just one of these feeds could be dangerous, especially if Louis decides to start feasting on whoever is available. * Freezing to death. Although his fur is thick and fluffy, Louis is still vulnerable to the cold and needs to keep warm. Height: 11 inches Weight: 12 lbs Hide: Black, thick and slightly scaled. Fur: Black and soft like a rabbit's fur. Eyes: Big and black with a soft blue tint. Personality: A curious young pup that is so naive and trusting that he would follow anyone home and make them its parent, which was exactly what happened to Wolfram. Now Louis is loving and devoted, but annoys the Vampire frequently with his singing and constant gnawing. He is a high-spirited pup with a sense of adventure and a strong determination, he doesn't give up even if he lands on his nose a dozen times while trying to climb the stairs. His curiosity takes him everywhere, especially sock draws as he seems to have a facination with particularly bad smells as well as feet. So far he has found that playing fetch with his master's slippers is his most favourite game and no amount of discipline can deter the little critter from liking the game anyless. However, his fickle nature would lead to a complete lack of recognition for the game whenever food or affection is made available. Louis especially loves snuggling up to friendly individuals.
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Wolfram
Feb 7, 2008 10:33:17 GMT -5
Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 10:33:17 GMT -5
space reserved
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Feb 7, 2008 10:33:34 GMT -5
Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 10:33:34 GMT -5
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Feb 7, 2008 10:34:59 GMT -5
Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 10:34:59 GMT -5
That should just about do for now.
This Character Sheet is now open for your compliments and criticisms. Bare in mind that all suggestions made on improving this CS are highly welcomed and people will be awarded with sugary treats.
Thanks for your time and your patience, Claire.
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Post by Gittelbug on Feb 9, 2008 2:21:35 GMT -5
-falls over- wow that's one long but good cs
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Wolfram
Feb 18, 2008 3:59:48 GMT -5
Post by Wolfram on Feb 18, 2008 3:59:48 GMT -5
Thank you. Yeah, sorry about the length... That's pretty much the short version though and I haven't actually finished it. Lol
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Feb 18, 2008 22:38:29 GMT -5
Post by Chiru on Feb 18, 2008 22:38:29 GMT -5
nice character sheet and don't worry about the length. I adore it. Think it's cute that Chiru could threaten Wolfram with her fire spells she'll have to make a note if they ever meet and become friends to not lose her tempter with him and throw fire balls >>
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Feb 18, 2008 23:15:25 GMT -5
Post by Aneres Moonieon - Sleeping on Feb 18, 2008 23:15:25 GMT -5
lol Aneres needs to cry on him.
Yesh long CS are wonderful. Who cares about the length.
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Wolfram
Feb 19, 2008 14:05:54 GMT -5
Post by Wolfram on Feb 19, 2008 14:05:54 GMT -5
He he, thank you. Chiru throws the fireballs and Aneres cries them out. lol
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Rebel
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'You can go a long way with a smile. You can go a lot farther with a smile and a gun.'
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Wolfram
Feb 19, 2008 16:24:24 GMT -5
Post by Rebel on Feb 19, 2008 16:24:24 GMT -5
Wow, I like it. Nice CS!
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Feb 19, 2008 20:49:13 GMT -5
Post by Chiru on Feb 19, 2008 20:49:13 GMT -5
LOL sounds like a plan to me
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Wolfram
Feb 20, 2008 7:23:03 GMT -5
Post by Wolfram on Feb 20, 2008 7:23:03 GMT -5
Thanks very much! Yes, indeed a good plan. Should RP that sometime for fun and see how it goes. ;D
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Feb 20, 2008 9:21:22 GMT -5
Post by Chiru on Feb 20, 2008 9:21:22 GMT -5
LOL - if you would like to do that I would be more than happy to. Just need to check with Aneres first make sure it's alright with her seeing as we require her character's tears
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Wolfram
Feb 20, 2008 13:35:03 GMT -5
Post by Wolfram on Feb 20, 2008 13:35:03 GMT -5
Tears of laughter are healthier. *nods* I'm getting over-worked with threads at the moment, just want to keep jumping in to them. Yes, check with Aneres first.
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Feb 21, 2008 20:57:41 GMT -5
Post by Aneres Moonieon - Sleeping on Feb 21, 2008 20:57:41 GMT -5
Hmm....yes, see. How are you planning on making Aneres cry? lol
It does sound like fun lol
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