Post by Bounder on Nov 14, 2007 23:15:28 GMT -5
Outline credit stuff goes to Diiu
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Pic done by the wonderful Amon! All thanks go to her! ;D
~Basics
Name: Crosshatch
Age: 3 1/2 years
Gender: Male
Species: Gray Wolf
Home: Wandering killer for now
~Pack
Name: Formerly of the Karawan pack
Rank: He was the alpha's son, but no more
~Info
History:
Evil is never born. Four simple words, but with great meaning. Crosshatch did not enter this world bitter and twisted. It may be hard for many to believe now, but this fellow was born innocent. It would be his family's doing that would shape him into the sinister character of today.
He was the oldest of a trio of pups, the son of Lamia and Dracul. They were the alphas of the Karawan pack, a group of wolves amassed in the far west. The mere mention of the name Karawan, however, was enough to send a passer-by running with his or her tail between their legs. For this pack had been forged through hatred, and it was fueled by intimidation and what could very well be pure evil. Dracul was a heartless alpha, and his wicked ambition could only be matched by his mate, Lamia. They did not abandon their children, but they didn't shower their pups with love and affection either.
From an early age, Dracul began to sharpen Crosshatch's fighting instincts. Dracul was quick to praise his son when Crosshatch did well, and even quicker to punish when his son did not. Abusive in every way, Dracul made Crosshatch learn the meaning of hate. Crosshatch began to hate his father, and his mother too, who scoffed whenever their son expressed vulnerability. Weakness was for the foolish, the stupid, and the broken. And Dracul would have none of that, not as long as he was alive and alpha of the Karawan pack. He reveled in his son's anguish, and the more Crosshatch hated, the more proud Dracul became. Both he and Lamia couldn't have been happier as they watched their son become a warped, wicked individual.
While Crosshatch continued his spiral into darkness, his siblings went unnoticed. Lamia and Dracul chose to ignore them, as they were more focused on corrupting their first born. Unwanted, unloved, and inept, Crosshatch's siblings would become sick little things, holding no significance among the members of Karawan. And Dracul grew tired of the parasites, who took up much needed space in his den. What better way to deal with this infestation than to kill them?
The one to do the dirty deed would be none other than Crosshatch himself. At one time, he may have cared for his siblings. At one time, Crosshatch had known what feelings were. But that time had come to an end under the brutal teachings of his father, and now Crosshatch bared these two nothing but contempt. Without even batting an eye, Crosshatch ended the lives of his siblings, while Dracul took it all in and smiled.
It would be first blood for Crosshatch, but he'd quickly find he had a taste for it. So Dracul continued to train his son, honing Crosshatch in the ways of the Karawan warrior. Crosshatch would eventually become the head warrior of his pack, and he was the first to lead an assault on unsuspecting neighboring pack lands. With each victim, another part of Crosshatch died. Another part lost to the darkness that raged within his heart and soul. And Dracul watched with a laugh, knowing his son was following in his old man's paw prints. This was one parent who couldn't have been more proud.
Until the day Crosshatch tried to kill him, that is. His son had decided that Dracul had been alpha long enough, and Crosshatch made a grab for what he believed was rightly his. But though a fearsome combatant, he was still no match for his father, and he lost the bid for alpha ship. Dracul then banished his wayward son from Karawan, leaving the cold-blooded killer to begin the life of the wandering rogue.
Now, Crosshatch seeks a new pack and new victims.
Personality:
Simply put, Crosshatch is a cold-blooded killer. Born into hatred, he's become rather stoic as he's gotten older. But his anger forever churns and bubbles below the surface, just waiting for that right moment. The moment when he'll delight in slaying another innocent. It is then when the more beastly side of this creature emerges. Cold, sarcastic and hurtful, distant, and one with murder on his mind. It would be best to simply avoid crossing paths with him, if at all possible.
If not, you could always try running. But how far do you think you'd get? How far do you think he'd let you get?
~Image
Name: Crosshatch
Age: 3 1/2 years
Gender: Male
Species: Gray Wolf
Home: Wandering killer for now
~Pack
Name: Formerly of the Karawan pack
Rank: He was the alpha's son, but no more
~Info
History:
Evil is never born. Four simple words, but with great meaning. Crosshatch did not enter this world bitter and twisted. It may be hard for many to believe now, but this fellow was born innocent. It would be his family's doing that would shape him into the sinister character of today.
He was the oldest of a trio of pups, the son of Lamia and Dracul. They were the alphas of the Karawan pack, a group of wolves amassed in the far west. The mere mention of the name Karawan, however, was enough to send a passer-by running with his or her tail between their legs. For this pack had been forged through hatred, and it was fueled by intimidation and what could very well be pure evil. Dracul was a heartless alpha, and his wicked ambition could only be matched by his mate, Lamia. They did not abandon their children, but they didn't shower their pups with love and affection either.
From an early age, Dracul began to sharpen Crosshatch's fighting instincts. Dracul was quick to praise his son when Crosshatch did well, and even quicker to punish when his son did not. Abusive in every way, Dracul made Crosshatch learn the meaning of hate. Crosshatch began to hate his father, and his mother too, who scoffed whenever their son expressed vulnerability. Weakness was for the foolish, the stupid, and the broken. And Dracul would have none of that, not as long as he was alive and alpha of the Karawan pack. He reveled in his son's anguish, and the more Crosshatch hated, the more proud Dracul became. Both he and Lamia couldn't have been happier as they watched their son become a warped, wicked individual.
While Crosshatch continued his spiral into darkness, his siblings went unnoticed. Lamia and Dracul chose to ignore them, as they were more focused on corrupting their first born. Unwanted, unloved, and inept, Crosshatch's siblings would become sick little things, holding no significance among the members of Karawan. And Dracul grew tired of the parasites, who took up much needed space in his den. What better way to deal with this infestation than to kill them?
The one to do the dirty deed would be none other than Crosshatch himself. At one time, he may have cared for his siblings. At one time, Crosshatch had known what feelings were. But that time had come to an end under the brutal teachings of his father, and now Crosshatch bared these two nothing but contempt. Without even batting an eye, Crosshatch ended the lives of his siblings, while Dracul took it all in and smiled.
It would be first blood for Crosshatch, but he'd quickly find he had a taste for it. So Dracul continued to train his son, honing Crosshatch in the ways of the Karawan warrior. Crosshatch would eventually become the head warrior of his pack, and he was the first to lead an assault on unsuspecting neighboring pack lands. With each victim, another part of Crosshatch died. Another part lost to the darkness that raged within his heart and soul. And Dracul watched with a laugh, knowing his son was following in his old man's paw prints. This was one parent who couldn't have been more proud.
Until the day Crosshatch tried to kill him, that is. His son had decided that Dracul had been alpha long enough, and Crosshatch made a grab for what he believed was rightly his. But though a fearsome combatant, he was still no match for his father, and he lost the bid for alpha ship. Dracul then banished his wayward son from Karawan, leaving the cold-blooded killer to begin the life of the wandering rogue.
Now, Crosshatch seeks a new pack and new victims.
Personality:
Simply put, Crosshatch is a cold-blooded killer. Born into hatred, he's become rather stoic as he's gotten older. But his anger forever churns and bubbles below the surface, just waiting for that right moment. The moment when he'll delight in slaying another innocent. It is then when the more beastly side of this creature emerges. Cold, sarcastic and hurtful, distant, and one with murder on his mind. It would be best to simply avoid crossing paths with him, if at all possible.
If not, you could always try running. But how far do you think you'd get? How far do you think he'd let you get?
~Image
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Pic done by the wonderful Amon! All thanks go to her! ;D