Post by Innokentiy Blacktwig on Jan 24, 2011 20:31:58 GMT -5
Name:
Innokentiy Blacktwig
Inny
Twigs
Sex:
Male
Birth-Date:
Feb 2305
Age:
5 years
Species:
Gibbous Moon
Pack:
Loner
Rank:
n/a
Duty:
n/a
Appearance:
Inny was born a handsome wolf, and if you ignore a lot of his injuries, you're bound to see the good looks he once had. His dark, chocolate colored coat ends in four light gray paws and his muzzle is colored light gray as well, though the lightness spreads as he ages. His gold-brown eyes are highly expressive. He has well-developed muscles, a good bone structure and large, powerful paws. At birth, his only flaw was his Roman nose, which his mother thought made him look more distinguished.
However, a lot has changed since his birth, and the wolf he is now is anything but handsome. Like most wolves, his body is marred from the harsh world. When he was a younger wolf, he was kicked in the face on a Hunt. The resulting injury reduced him to the wolf you see. Innokentiy's vision sometimes blurs in and out along with headaches. He's missing most of the teeth the left side of his jaw. Without teeth to fence his tongue in his mouth, it's most commonly found hanging out the side. This mumbles his speech at times and gives him a lisp, making him a very soft-spoken wolf. His balance is off and he has ataxia.
He's a large wolf, and the product of a Full Moon and Gibbous Moon breeding.
Skills:
- Hunting - He remembers the old strategies that he was learning before his injury, but is no longer able to implement them.
- Good Listener - Innokentiy has learned to be a good listener due to the fact that he doesn't talk as often as he used to (before the injury) due to the fact that it's uncomfortable for him to and his manner of speaking makes him sound stupid, quite frankly. This lends itself to the next factor.
- Actor - Innokentiy is an actor. He likes to pretend he's a lot less intelligent than he really is in order to mooch off of other, soft-hearted wolves who are more able than he is.
- Intelligent - Innokentiy is smart. He knows his limitations and acts in order to compensate for them--even if it means lying and manipulating others.
Personality:
He has a tender heart. He can't leave someone hurt and he tries to live by high moral standards. There is something inherently heartbreaking about how much he wishes he doesn't have to lie and manipulate others just to survive in the vast wilderness.
Inny used to have more skills than he currently has. He's a tarnished wolf; Estysion has not been kind to him thus far. His prowess in hunting has been diminished as to be nothing more than memory. He used to be a modestly skilled fighter, but even that has been taken away. Really, the only thing he has left is his mind.
But even that is underappreciated. Because his first impression made wolves believe that he wasn't as intelligent as they were, he has morphed it into an act. Instead of proving every wolf wrong that he meets, he lets them to believe what they want and act the part.
He has a sharp memory, fueled by the fact that he really doesn't have anything else going for him and everything he used to have is all in memory. Innokentiy has deep knowledge of the hunt and his kind heart may make him covertly steer less able wolves into a successful hunt. In fact, he tries to help others as much as he can, as if the karma will somehow make it so that he could rejoin a pack without being stuck at the bottom of the hierarchy.
Inny is a soft wolf, always listening to others with a kind ear and a gracious heart. He's eager to please, but is also keenly aware of his inability to meet expectations. That doesn't stop him from trying. Really, he's survived well enough so far.
History:
Once upon a time, Innokentiy Blacktwig was a Zeta Hunter of the Twin Oak pack. He was a young, promising wolf, but was never allowed to advanced due to the mixed blood in his heritage. He knew it wasn't fair, but believed that Full Moon wolves were the best species and was prideful that he did, at least, have most of his blood inherited from them. The little bit of New Moon blood in his pedigree used to bring him great shame. Nowadays, not so much. But first, let's visit his birth and his parents.
His mother was the Gibbous Moon wolf. His father was a Full Moon wolf, but had a hip that kept wanting to move funny. He could feel it pop out if he moved to quickly. His rank and duty was eventually Epsilon Apothecary while his mate was a Zeta Fisher. She fished in the Black River, finding more treasures than fish really. She was a lover of shiny things and went into labor near the Black River. Her pups were born there, had their first drink of milk there, nestled in the twigs and broken shards of human invention. She kept the memory in her head as she and her mate carried their two pups back to the Twin Oak territory, with the trip taking almost two weeks to complete. Only one cub survived.
He was named Blacktwig on the third week of his life. The first part of his cub name he owed to his birthplace. The second part he owed to the fact that he was both born in the twigs and that he had grown thin on the journey. His mother was proud of how cleverly she named her son. Blacktwig grew up like a weed. He never had the muscle mass as the other Gibbous wolves and was, consequently, ridiculed often in the pack. His hunting prowess, owed to his quick reaction time and talent on the field, was never rewarded with anything higher than Theta due to the fact that his hunting career finished long before he was able to prove himself. Before he gained his Lunar name, the accident happened.
He was hunting with the rest of the pack and wanted to prove that he truly deserved promotion. The lone caribou bull that they were chasing actually had blunted hooves for running on the blacktop and roads of the remnants of human civilization. However, they still had the capacity to induce blunt force trauma. And that's just what they did. It took a single kick to turn Blacktwig from promising to Omega material. The kick knocked half the teeth from his mouth, and killed his sense of balance as well as gave him chronic headaches from time to time as well as the rare bout of forgetfulness. His mother had the Apothecary look after him, but when he was healed enough to escape the den, he had become an outcast, an invisible, a smear on his mother's and father's names. He stayed long enough to give himself his lunar name: Innokentiy. However, Innokentiy didn't want to stay with his family any longer. Instead of shaming them further, he left the pack, too big-hearted to bear the thought of them having to have a son that they wanted to hide.
It took less than a week for Blacktwig to realize that, in his condition, he was unable to truly hunt and fight. He attempted to join another pack, but his appearance and the general impression he gave made them lean toward tucking him into the Omega rank--a rank he thought he definitely did not deserve. So then, his hunting knowledge became mostly useless. However, his intelligence still had some use. Innokentiy started playing a new role in life. He acted less able than he was in order to mooch off of others. He found many tricks to the game. He found that introducing himself as his cub name helped make it all the more believable--it was as if wolves pitied him more for not being able to name his final soul. It was just enough for him.
Other:
n/a
RPer:
Evebrook.