Post by ||Aaka|| on Jul 3, 2011 21:52:03 GMT -5
Name:
Kiave
Gender:
Brute
Age:
Kiave is twenty-one years old. He is three in wolf years.
Species:
Changer
Love/Bond Mate:
He has none.
Offspring:
He has no mate.
Pack/Tribe:
Shadow
Rank:
He is Alpha of the Shadow Pack.
Personality:
Kiave is more of the, as one might say, "strong and silent type". He has a complex personality and is hard to understand by most people. Kiave can be intimidating because of his austere disposition. He's not jocular, but he does have a bit of dry humor. Kiave is the type of person who most likely always knows what's going on and if he doesn't he becomes very unsettled and anxious, though he tries his best not to show it. He has an aura of dominance and leadership about him. Kiave can become overbearingly vigilant and protective. When angered he becomes a merciless and aggressive creature. His Bond Wolf, or as Kiave calls him - Brother Wolf, is much more aggressive then Kiave can ever be. His Bond Wolf is the type that is always yearning to display his dominance, no matter the means of getting it across. When Kiave may be emotionally upset his Bond Wolf is even more so which will kindle Kiave. Kiave is not a proud type, but his Bond Wolf is. This happens to be a problem at times, but they still manage to get past it.
History:
Kiave was born to Prime, whom was a Changer, and Stella, who was a wolf. His father took him from his mother and brought him to the village when he was three to be raised by his aunt until he reached 13 years-old. It took Kiave, unfortunately, several years before he fully began to trust the people of the tribe. He was never comfortable among the humans and always craved his father, who never showed Kiave any affection unlike Stella. Kiave grew up under the scornful expression of his father. He constantly gave his all to please his father, but always came up short.
Prime was killed by an Avalon tribe member before Kiave turned 13. Kiave, despite how his father treated him, was heart-broken and was overcome with failure. This failure was because he never achieved his goal of making his father proud of him. Soon after that grief was turned to anger and bitterness against his now-dead father. His whole personality, his whole being was formed and shaped by his past.
Stella, his mother, became crazed with resentment for her beloved's assassin and thirst day and night for revenge. Stella hunted down the killer and re payed him his dues. This careless and hazardous action caused a great uproar between the Shadow and Avalon tribes. War almost broke out between the two, but it was quickly resolved, though tension between the two was thick. Stella soon died after wards of broken heart.
Kiave's past is not known to many and he prefers to keep it that way.
Appearance:
Human
Kiave is every bit Native American. His raven-colored, straight hair hangs down to the middle of his back. His lean, frame is formed with smooth, copper skin that is every bit of muscle. His legs are long and he stands 6.2 in height. Kiave's face is formed with a strong jaw and sculpted lips. His eyes are pitch black and always seem to be observant. Through his right eye runs a two-inch scar that he received as threat when he was a pup. To some this scar seems to distract from his rather attractive face. And to others it intensifies him in an edgy way, making him even more so appealing.
Wolf
Kiave's wolf appearance is some what similar to his human appearance. His thick pelt is a dusky gray color. His orbs are bright emerald, with his scar even more apparent. His stature is larger and taller than most wolves. His massive cranium is always held high, his dial appearing even more so serious and aggressive. Kiave's wolf appearance is just as intimidating as his human appearance is.
Other:
I can't think of anything..
Role Playing:
Kiave flares his nostrils, taking in the scent of his land. Heh. It felt so satisfying to have something to be truly proud of. And being the alpha of the Shadow Pack was that something. If only his sire could see him now.
No. Kiave thought bitterly. That ruffian would most likely find something negative to say about this as well.
Kiave brushed those unsettling thoughts aside. He was not one who necessarily enjoyed dwelling in the past, especially since his past was filled with regret and disappointment.
The wind whipped against Kiave and beat across his bare chest. In pure pleasure he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, the wind carrying his long hair with it. Dark eyes reflecting his contentment as he opened them. He tilted his head forward once more and made a display of white teeth. Kiave, who didn't normally smile, looked much more brighter than he normally did.
Transform.. I'm anxious to run. Brother Wolf growled.
Kiave chuckled. Patience, Brother. His Spirit Wolf let out a roar of impatience. Kiave glance around and began to run forward. While running he morphed into the massive gray wolf he is. His clothes flew off of him into shreds. Brother Wolf snarled with contentment as he took over and Kiave's mind became more and more wolf-like. A wild streak shot through him and he took off barreling through the forest.
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