Post by ☾LUNA!☽ on Feb 19, 2011 1:57:04 GMT -5
Name: Syn (pronounced Sin)
Lastname: Ch (Pronounced Kuh. Like synch)
Gender: Male
Age: 3
IMPORTANT: Syn Ch is half mad. And goes insane in random moments. He hates it, and can sometimes talk to himself as different people, like an evil person talking to an angelic person. His red eye represents the madness, the green eye represents sanity.
Appearance: Syn is a Grayish-Black wolf, with two salmon scars across his left paw, and a large scar over his right eye. His claws are ravenous and talon-like in size, but the sharpness remains not, and some of his claws are cracked and forever ragged and cut. Syn has one red eye on the right, representing his mad-side, and a green eye on the left, representing his sanity. His face is twisted in a way that makes it seem half of his right side face is snarling at you, and teeth stick out from his upper lip, and the other side seems to smile contently. His right ear is cropped in the middle, and cuts his hearing from that side into a 10/20 range. His body's side that matches his red eye, is almost always in bristling form, while it fades when reaching the left side of him, into an average coat. It seems like Syn is just two completely different wolves, put together, and his split personality only confirms that.
Personality: Syn is half mad. Normally, he is a content, average wolf, who seems to be hiding something, and isn't keen on sharing information about himself. He is an intrested character, and tries hard to fight himself off, and his random urges to kill. At other times, randomly, depending on setting and mood, it seems the evil half of him jumps up and uncloaks itself. At times like these, he goes half mad, and loses all threads to sanity. He sometimes fades from Mad to Sane, and times like these involve cries towards himself, begging to find peace. He is a lost soul, battered and broken, trying desperately to mend itself together.
History: Syn was born in the wild, and survived a harsh life. He was raised with his family, parents in hope to begin a pack. They were all fine and normal, yet slightly defective. His father was born with three legs, and his mother with one eye. Syn was the only one with a less-noticable defectivity, and it was that he had one red eye, and one green eye. Both mother and father having average, gold eyes, didn't seem to understand the genetic mishap, but were fine with the way he was born, and thanked the Wolfen Gods for his lack of disablilities.
All was fine between the family. Syn grew like a playful pup, and once he was weened, began to slightly gain independance. He insisted on having his first hunt by himself, and promised to only go after things smaller, or his own size. With permission, Syn left the den, not too far to go explore the unknown and hunt. His parents remained in the den, bidding him luck on his first hunt. The two defective wolves suddenly sensed danger, and while his father went to check it out, Syn's mother tracked the pup down, and brought him back to the den. "Stay here now" she said. He wanted independance, and didn't understand why he had to remain in the den. Suddenly a shot rang out through the forest and a howl of agony was heard following after. His mother jolted to the den, yelling in warning for Syn to stay hidden. But curiosity and fright for his father sent him running after his mother.
Young legs didn't allow him much speed but was enough to carry him through the forest after his mother's sent. More shots rang through and he considered running back, but the bravery of youth forced him to keep going. Suddenly voices were heard, "Oi, this wolf got three leg. Oder one got one eye. Leave em, useless" came a gruff tone. Anger seethed through the pup, and shoved away the fright he felt as Syn smelt blood. Seething in anger, the black pup ran up to the clearing to see his mother and father heaving in breath, his mother lacking it. He'd known death. And to see his parents in its embrace, forced his young body into the air with snarls as he attacked the hunters. He was 8 months by then, and was as big as a terrier, and it seemed nothing to the men as they growled back and threw him to the ground. With a yelp, he shot back, and this continued for a while until he realized they were not shooting. He wasn't as defective as his parents, and would fetch a pretty penny. With anger, he launched full out to what seemed to be the leader of the group, and managed to get him to fall back into a small jeep they'd rode in. Suddenly he was thrown off and it all went black as the butt of the gun was brought down upon his head, and knocked him uncontious.
A couple hours later, he awoke in a train.Tired and sobbing with the fight and death of his parents defending, he found himself in a cage in a room full of other dogs and wolves, all howling to be set free. A man sat in a chair, holding a huge stick, reffered to as the 'club'. The man seemed to notice his awakening and grinned before bringing his hand up to open the latch of his cage. As soon as his hand moved an inch, Syn was on his feet, snarling and bearing his fangs. This only made the man laugh, and he swung open the door just in time as the wolf shot out and aimed his claws and fangs at the man's face. Almost instantly when his fangs were in biting rang, a large SMACK was heard, and Syn was suddenly on the ground, half his side ripped open. It was his right side, where his red eye was, and he was sensetive when it came to his red eye's territorys, sending a pulsing hate as he was hit by the club.
The man laughed as he snapped onto his feet, winced and fell back onto his side. Half his ribs were broken, and he was snarling in pain and anger. With a few more efforts, he was able to pick himself up and launched himself at the man's leg. Suddenly another SMACK as the club smacked into his neck. He gasped for air and fell paralyzed to the cold, train's floor. He winced with every breath, and the black coat he held was now drenched in blood. The man roared with laughter and brought down another blow. More and more, until Syn was at the brink of death. Each time he hit the wolf, the man made sure it was always on his right side, knowing it would hurt more if hit in the same place.
More and more hate launched into him as a final blow -less shattering- was aimed at his head. And at the second of collison, his world went black.
Syn... said a rugged, cracked voice. Out of the blackness, he saw himself, frightened and looking around in alarm. Infront of him, a small dillusionish figure, black as the space around him, was seen. Suddenly two red eyes appeared out of the darkness, and Syn's green eyes ajusted to the dimness, noticing the figure of a black wolf, identicle to him. Wait a second... GREEN EYES?!? The wolf with the red eyes, the seeming twin and owner of his right, red eye, grinned as if he read his mind. You have my body, Syn. I want it back. He tried to scream out, he tried to call 'I don't know you!' but the sound just wouldn't come. Suddenly, the red eyes shone as a snarl ripped through the empty blackness as he launched himself at the opposing, green-eyed wolf and caught onto his throat, slamming him into what appeared to be the ground. Syn cried out in pain, silence making up his sound. The red eyed grinned and suddenly his image seemed to falter, fading in and out like a television screen in a bad condition.
Suddenly, the two figures were forced together, the impact seeming to rip him in half and put them together. The pain was inevitable, and he realized that you couldn't feel in a dream. With pain, his eyes snapped open to relish madly upon the man with the club, whom hit him. "Wake u--" and suddenly, an ear-piercing roar cut through the air.
--The man never saw light again. His death was slow, and Syn's eyes were pulsing in red insanity. Blood eteched through his fangs and he raised his head to roar to the world, "I'M FREE!" When a pain hit him inside and he found himself on the ground, shaking uncontrollably. The madness died down through screams and roars of protest until he was woozy and different eyed again. The real Syn found path through the mad one, and awoke to find himself chained to a wall, with a large metal claspe upon his leg. He snarled at it, still not fully concious from madness. He ran across the room, now coated with the blood of the man whom he'd recently slaughted, and the chain would not break no matter how much he strained against it.
Then suddenly, SGRRUUG! The hand of the man, suppost to be dead, shot out as Syn was running across his body, and a knife of which he held, was launched towards his stomach, atop him. The black wolf snarled as madness took him and reflecively jumped back, but the chained caught his legs and he was rolled over in mid-jump, having the knife cut him across his eye. With a roar of pain, he jumped up and untangled his traces before launching at the man's throat and with a single bite, and a screech of pain, the life was taken away, permanantly. Looking back, he noticed the knife had gotten stuck into the metal claspe around his leg and had dug into his skin, creating two deep scars. He snarled and bit onto the knife's handle, and through it out of the mantle.
In his mad reign, hours passed at the wolf had snapped out of the chain, with the scars now dried through blood, and he jumped out of the window of the train, madness pulsing through his wicked-blooded viens. Days passed as his madness carried through the forest, almost wiping out a young forest of all its prey, and even some predetors. Then 8 days pass, he fell unconcious just after he gave the final bite to the neck of a lynx of which he'd just attacked. After 3 days of unconciousness, he awoke starving, with his normal eyes and mind. He recalled what'd happened, horrid images running through his mind. The wolf now over a year old, chose to cast the memories away, and tried desperately to continue the life of a normal wolf, sanity as his only goal. Although the wolf in the blackness of his mind, still breaks free from the chains put through Syn's attempts to sanity, and forces him to destroy anything in his way. Thus Syn refrains from socialite and prefers to stay hidden and away from anything he may kill. Each kill he does, weather for hunting or out of insanity, is followed by a prayer and sometimes a tear.
This is truly a lost soul in the wild of Life. A lie in the book of trust. A shadow in the sunrise. A curse... A Syn.
Lastname: Ch (Pronounced Kuh. Like synch)
Gender: Male
Age: 3
IMPORTANT: Syn Ch is half mad. And goes insane in random moments. He hates it, and can sometimes talk to himself as different people, like an evil person talking to an angelic person. His red eye represents the madness, the green eye represents sanity.
Appearance: Syn is a Grayish-Black wolf, with two salmon scars across his left paw, and a large scar over his right eye. His claws are ravenous and talon-like in size, but the sharpness remains not, and some of his claws are cracked and forever ragged and cut. Syn has one red eye on the right, representing his mad-side, and a green eye on the left, representing his sanity. His face is twisted in a way that makes it seem half of his right side face is snarling at you, and teeth stick out from his upper lip, and the other side seems to smile contently. His right ear is cropped in the middle, and cuts his hearing from that side into a 10/20 range. His body's side that matches his red eye, is almost always in bristling form, while it fades when reaching the left side of him, into an average coat. It seems like Syn is just two completely different wolves, put together, and his split personality only confirms that.
Personality: Syn is half mad. Normally, he is a content, average wolf, who seems to be hiding something, and isn't keen on sharing information about himself. He is an intrested character, and tries hard to fight himself off, and his random urges to kill. At other times, randomly, depending on setting and mood, it seems the evil half of him jumps up and uncloaks itself. At times like these, he goes half mad, and loses all threads to sanity. He sometimes fades from Mad to Sane, and times like these involve cries towards himself, begging to find peace. He is a lost soul, battered and broken, trying desperately to mend itself together.
History: Syn was born in the wild, and survived a harsh life. He was raised with his family, parents in hope to begin a pack. They were all fine and normal, yet slightly defective. His father was born with three legs, and his mother with one eye. Syn was the only one with a less-noticable defectivity, and it was that he had one red eye, and one green eye. Both mother and father having average, gold eyes, didn't seem to understand the genetic mishap, but were fine with the way he was born, and thanked the Wolfen Gods for his lack of disablilities.
All was fine between the family. Syn grew like a playful pup, and once he was weened, began to slightly gain independance. He insisted on having his first hunt by himself, and promised to only go after things smaller, or his own size. With permission, Syn left the den, not too far to go explore the unknown and hunt. His parents remained in the den, bidding him luck on his first hunt. The two defective wolves suddenly sensed danger, and while his father went to check it out, Syn's mother tracked the pup down, and brought him back to the den. "Stay here now" she said. He wanted independance, and didn't understand why he had to remain in the den. Suddenly a shot rang out through the forest and a howl of agony was heard following after. His mother jolted to the den, yelling in warning for Syn to stay hidden. But curiosity and fright for his father sent him running after his mother.
Young legs didn't allow him much speed but was enough to carry him through the forest after his mother's sent. More shots rang through and he considered running back, but the bravery of youth forced him to keep going. Suddenly voices were heard, "Oi, this wolf got three leg. Oder one got one eye. Leave em, useless" came a gruff tone. Anger seethed through the pup, and shoved away the fright he felt as Syn smelt blood. Seething in anger, the black pup ran up to the clearing to see his mother and father heaving in breath, his mother lacking it. He'd known death. And to see his parents in its embrace, forced his young body into the air with snarls as he attacked the hunters. He was 8 months by then, and was as big as a terrier, and it seemed nothing to the men as they growled back and threw him to the ground. With a yelp, he shot back, and this continued for a while until he realized they were not shooting. He wasn't as defective as his parents, and would fetch a pretty penny. With anger, he launched full out to what seemed to be the leader of the group, and managed to get him to fall back into a small jeep they'd rode in. Suddenly he was thrown off and it all went black as the butt of the gun was brought down upon his head, and knocked him uncontious.
A couple hours later, he awoke in a train.Tired and sobbing with the fight and death of his parents defending, he found himself in a cage in a room full of other dogs and wolves, all howling to be set free. A man sat in a chair, holding a huge stick, reffered to as the 'club'. The man seemed to notice his awakening and grinned before bringing his hand up to open the latch of his cage. As soon as his hand moved an inch, Syn was on his feet, snarling and bearing his fangs. This only made the man laugh, and he swung open the door just in time as the wolf shot out and aimed his claws and fangs at the man's face. Almost instantly when his fangs were in biting rang, a large SMACK was heard, and Syn was suddenly on the ground, half his side ripped open. It was his right side, where his red eye was, and he was sensetive when it came to his red eye's territorys, sending a pulsing hate as he was hit by the club.
The man laughed as he snapped onto his feet, winced and fell back onto his side. Half his ribs were broken, and he was snarling in pain and anger. With a few more efforts, he was able to pick himself up and launched himself at the man's leg. Suddenly another SMACK as the club smacked into his neck. He gasped for air and fell paralyzed to the cold, train's floor. He winced with every breath, and the black coat he held was now drenched in blood. The man roared with laughter and brought down another blow. More and more, until Syn was at the brink of death. Each time he hit the wolf, the man made sure it was always on his right side, knowing it would hurt more if hit in the same place.
More and more hate launched into him as a final blow -less shattering- was aimed at his head. And at the second of collison, his world went black.
Syn... said a rugged, cracked voice. Out of the blackness, he saw himself, frightened and looking around in alarm. Infront of him, a small dillusionish figure, black as the space around him, was seen. Suddenly two red eyes appeared out of the darkness, and Syn's green eyes ajusted to the dimness, noticing the figure of a black wolf, identicle to him. Wait a second... GREEN EYES?!? The wolf with the red eyes, the seeming twin and owner of his right, red eye, grinned as if he read his mind. You have my body, Syn. I want it back. He tried to scream out, he tried to call 'I don't know you!' but the sound just wouldn't come. Suddenly, the red eyes shone as a snarl ripped through the empty blackness as he launched himself at the opposing, green-eyed wolf and caught onto his throat, slamming him into what appeared to be the ground. Syn cried out in pain, silence making up his sound. The red eyed grinned and suddenly his image seemed to falter, fading in and out like a television screen in a bad condition.
Suddenly, the two figures were forced together, the impact seeming to rip him in half and put them together. The pain was inevitable, and he realized that you couldn't feel in a dream. With pain, his eyes snapped open to relish madly upon the man with the club, whom hit him. "Wake u--" and suddenly, an ear-piercing roar cut through the air.
--The man never saw light again. His death was slow, and Syn's eyes were pulsing in red insanity. Blood eteched through his fangs and he raised his head to roar to the world, "I'M FREE!" When a pain hit him inside and he found himself on the ground, shaking uncontrollably. The madness died down through screams and roars of protest until he was woozy and different eyed again. The real Syn found path through the mad one, and awoke to find himself chained to a wall, with a large metal claspe upon his leg. He snarled at it, still not fully concious from madness. He ran across the room, now coated with the blood of the man whom he'd recently slaughted, and the chain would not break no matter how much he strained against it.
Then suddenly, SGRRUUG! The hand of the man, suppost to be dead, shot out as Syn was running across his body, and a knife of which he held, was launched towards his stomach, atop him. The black wolf snarled as madness took him and reflecively jumped back, but the chained caught his legs and he was rolled over in mid-jump, having the knife cut him across his eye. With a roar of pain, he jumped up and untangled his traces before launching at the man's throat and with a single bite, and a screech of pain, the life was taken away, permanantly. Looking back, he noticed the knife had gotten stuck into the metal claspe around his leg and had dug into his skin, creating two deep scars. He snarled and bit onto the knife's handle, and through it out of the mantle.
In his mad reign, hours passed at the wolf had snapped out of the chain, with the scars now dried through blood, and he jumped out of the window of the train, madness pulsing through his wicked-blooded viens. Days passed as his madness carried through the forest, almost wiping out a young forest of all its prey, and even some predetors. Then 8 days pass, he fell unconcious just after he gave the final bite to the neck of a lynx of which he'd just attacked. After 3 days of unconciousness, he awoke starving, with his normal eyes and mind. He recalled what'd happened, horrid images running through his mind. The wolf now over a year old, chose to cast the memories away, and tried desperately to continue the life of a normal wolf, sanity as his only goal. Although the wolf in the blackness of his mind, still breaks free from the chains put through Syn's attempts to sanity, and forces him to destroy anything in his way. Thus Syn refrains from socialite and prefers to stay hidden and away from anything he may kill. Each kill he does, weather for hunting or out of insanity, is followed by a prayer and sometimes a tear.
This is truly a lost soul in the wild of Life. A lie in the book of trust. A shadow in the sunrise. A curse... A Syn.