Post by Halspar on Sept 7, 2009 21:46:29 GMT -5
Character's Name: Halspar
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male
Species: Heus
Physical Description: Halspar is slightly larger for his species but just as heavily muscled. Like all Heus, his ever looming figure sends fear to those that are meeker and entices fight from those that know his kind. His hunched shoulders hold a massive square head that bear a set of two long saber-like fangs. His fangs are his pride and very obviously prominent and are kept very sharp. His eyes are a bright, prominent amber color, striking terror into those that look into them
His stocky body isn’t exactly black, but a deep, dark red, easily mistaken for black regardless. A ridge of black coarse fur sticks up from the base of his skull to his thick, short tail. His massive paws bear equally large claws on them, though they are cracked and broken and ragged. As far as scars go, he has a thick one running down his left side, from the shoulder to his bottom rib, as well as several on his snout and legs. He has obviously seen his share of fights and appears older than he really might be . . .
Personality: Halspar, if he could be described in one word, is “cocky.” He will rush into anything with full intention to conquer. He is easily described as heartless and takes pity on no one whom he doesn’t think deserves it. He feels hardened against the world and leaves no room for error for himself. He is very short tempered and very stereotypical of others. He wont even accept hybrid Heus as equals. Halspar also loves a good fight, though his fights, even if practice, do always have the potential to become vicious and downright deadly.
Of course, as a Heus, he flat appears terrorizing and gruesome. He cares little for authority but will join a pack, knowing that there is strength in numbers (he may have a lot of brawn but he does have brains as well.) He has a tendency to hold a grudge and once on a mission, will stop at nothing to achieve, even if it means slaughtering others to get his way.
Pack: Blood Fang
Rank: Rogue
Other: He has one currant goal coming into the game; kill the Alpha or Alphess of Sun Crest. And he hates the cold. . . but there are not many Heus that enjoy it . . .
History: Halspar was not born within Blood Fang, but he knows all about the wars and what happened. His mother was banished from the pack after suffering from severe bloodloss after having a litter of two. She survived regardless and her mate, though grudgingly, remained faithful and visited her in the outer lands. He grew up, watching the fights happen on the sidelines. The pack would not allow him or his brother to enter the lands, fearing that their mother had softened them. And so they grew up outside the territory, outsiders looking in . . .
Until the biggest war began.
Halspar had never been exposed to so much blood and viciousness in so little time. Yet little by little he watched the pack dwindle. He heard of his father’s death and felt unaffected by it. The word came by mouth of a Sasriel his mother had fought. She begged the winged beast to let the three of them go, that they were not a part of this war. His brother rushed in, in the end to save his mother’s life, but ended up sacrificing his. The Sasriel wolf had now turned onto them and for once, Halspar was frozen in fear, this bloody, furious beast advancing on him . . .
He didn’t know what happened, only that his mother had rushed upon the other wolf, fighting even in her weaker state. His brother had fought! Why wasn’t he? Finally, when the battle ended, the Sasriel fell dead and his mother staggered to the earth as well. He rushed up to her, the only female he had ever loved, and nuzzled her. It wasn’t often he showed affection, but after losing his brother, he feared he might lose his mother as well.
“Blood Fang has been overrun,” she said through staggered breaths. Blood pooled from out of her mouth. “The Sasriels . . . they have done this. They have thought themselves too good to be mutated by our kind.”
She was having trouble breathing and her body was trembling, even as she looked up at him.
“This was the Sasriel alpha. But there is another, my son, and I lay it upon your shoulders to not have me or your brother die in vain.” Her voice strengthened for one last moment. “Kill the new Alpha, it wont be hard. I’m trusting you, my son. Promise me.”
“I . . . I promise, Mother.”
She laid her head down then and her body went still. He bowed his head in silent respect and then raised it again to look towards the Sun Crest mountains he had for so long heard about. All he had to do was lure the alpha out.
But he would wait. The Great War was ending, so many were leaving, but the blood thirsty remained. He needed to time to strengthen, to plan his attack. He would return, and he would get his revenge . . .
“I promise.”
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male
Species: Heus
Physical Description: Halspar is slightly larger for his species but just as heavily muscled. Like all Heus, his ever looming figure sends fear to those that are meeker and entices fight from those that know his kind. His hunched shoulders hold a massive square head that bear a set of two long saber-like fangs. His fangs are his pride and very obviously prominent and are kept very sharp. His eyes are a bright, prominent amber color, striking terror into those that look into them
His stocky body isn’t exactly black, but a deep, dark red, easily mistaken for black regardless. A ridge of black coarse fur sticks up from the base of his skull to his thick, short tail. His massive paws bear equally large claws on them, though they are cracked and broken and ragged. As far as scars go, he has a thick one running down his left side, from the shoulder to his bottom rib, as well as several on his snout and legs. He has obviously seen his share of fights and appears older than he really might be . . .
Personality: Halspar, if he could be described in one word, is “cocky.” He will rush into anything with full intention to conquer. He is easily described as heartless and takes pity on no one whom he doesn’t think deserves it. He feels hardened against the world and leaves no room for error for himself. He is very short tempered and very stereotypical of others. He wont even accept hybrid Heus as equals. Halspar also loves a good fight, though his fights, even if practice, do always have the potential to become vicious and downright deadly.
Of course, as a Heus, he flat appears terrorizing and gruesome. He cares little for authority but will join a pack, knowing that there is strength in numbers (he may have a lot of brawn but he does have brains as well.) He has a tendency to hold a grudge and once on a mission, will stop at nothing to achieve, even if it means slaughtering others to get his way.
Pack: Blood Fang
Rank: Rogue
Other: He has one currant goal coming into the game; kill the Alpha or Alphess of Sun Crest. And he hates the cold. . . but there are not many Heus that enjoy it . . .
History: Halspar was not born within Blood Fang, but he knows all about the wars and what happened. His mother was banished from the pack after suffering from severe bloodloss after having a litter of two. She survived regardless and her mate, though grudgingly, remained faithful and visited her in the outer lands. He grew up, watching the fights happen on the sidelines. The pack would not allow him or his brother to enter the lands, fearing that their mother had softened them. And so they grew up outside the territory, outsiders looking in . . .
Until the biggest war began.
Halspar had never been exposed to so much blood and viciousness in so little time. Yet little by little he watched the pack dwindle. He heard of his father’s death and felt unaffected by it. The word came by mouth of a Sasriel his mother had fought. She begged the winged beast to let the three of them go, that they were not a part of this war. His brother rushed in, in the end to save his mother’s life, but ended up sacrificing his. The Sasriel wolf had now turned onto them and for once, Halspar was frozen in fear, this bloody, furious beast advancing on him . . .
He didn’t know what happened, only that his mother had rushed upon the other wolf, fighting even in her weaker state. His brother had fought! Why wasn’t he? Finally, when the battle ended, the Sasriel fell dead and his mother staggered to the earth as well. He rushed up to her, the only female he had ever loved, and nuzzled her. It wasn’t often he showed affection, but after losing his brother, he feared he might lose his mother as well.
“Blood Fang has been overrun,” she said through staggered breaths. Blood pooled from out of her mouth. “The Sasriels . . . they have done this. They have thought themselves too good to be mutated by our kind.”
She was having trouble breathing and her body was trembling, even as she looked up at him.
“This was the Sasriel alpha. But there is another, my son, and I lay it upon your shoulders to not have me or your brother die in vain.” Her voice strengthened for one last moment. “Kill the new Alpha, it wont be hard. I’m trusting you, my son. Promise me.”
“I . . . I promise, Mother.”
She laid her head down then and her body went still. He bowed his head in silent respect and then raised it again to look towards the Sun Crest mountains he had for so long heard about. All he had to do was lure the alpha out.
But he would wait. The Great War was ending, so many were leaving, but the blood thirsty remained. He needed to time to strengthen, to plan his attack. He would return, and he would get his revenge . . .
“I promise.”
