Post by Icee on Aug 18, 2007 23:35:20 GMT -5
General Info~
[/b][/size]Name: Akiva
Age: One-hundred
Gender: Male
Species: Ice Wolf
Rank: Beta
Pack: Yama
Alliance: Neutral
Summoner: Drake Houka
Appearance: Akiva is a thickly-furred white wolf, bred to be this color to blend with the icy environment the pack inhabits. His large ears are furred heavily with dark blue tints on the tips of them. This same color is present on his underbelly, the ends of the paws where crystalline ice-looking claws jut from the oddly-colored fur, and in four symmetrical diamond shapes on his shoulders and hind legs. The bulky mass of fur of his scruff and neck are a covered by a lethally pointed ice main, appearing to be large icicles surrounding his head. His tail is the same way- a tail-shaped mass of ice covers the actual fur, barely able to be seen beneath the translucent sheet of un-melting ice. His eyes are a hue of dark blue with a yellow rim about the pupil. Though his age is one-hundred years old, for summon-type wolves, this is fairly young. From constant movement, strong muscles are present, but unable to be seen beneath the bi-colored coat of fur adorning the wolf’s muscular body. The male’s size is about four feet at the shoulder.
Personality: Akiva is a fairly laid back individual. His control over his abilities and his size give him a strength advantage over all his siblings, making him a good candidate to take over the leader position. His dominate and leading personality is weak in comparison to his brother; however. The male is competitive in certain things such as proving his worth to take over the leadership and he is jealous when he is not the one admired for his strength oftentimes. Though his abilities would allow him to fulfill his duties, his carefree demeanor and his fairly good-natured disposition makes him seem lesser. When focus is called for, his exterior hardens to calm and collected, the picture of the rank he so desperately wants to achieve. Akiva is ambitious and loyal. These combined want him to kill his brother to gain power and to destroy a threat- he fears his brother’s lust for power will lead the pack to its downfall-, but his loyalty to family and the fear of being exiled keeps him from committing murder. His ambitions were cut short; however, when he signed a bloodpact and he was placed with a person who was sucked into the Void. Currently, due to the breeding, he remains fiercely loyal to Drake and follows orders unquestionably despite his natural sort of proudness. Wolf loyalty is the best of its class.
Family: He considers his pack his family. (Living relatives- four brothers, one sister, their father, the pack leader, and their mother-, but none are role played yet~)
History: Born to the current leader of the Yama pack and descendent of the original founders and a strong alpha female with five others, Akiva was naturally a choice for the next leader of the pack. In his litter, there were five males and one female, thus giving him a harder chance of growing up to achieve every young son’s of a pack leader dream. He was the largest at ‘puppy hood’, which gave him a sort of lead over his four brothers. However, as time went on, the difference between them was decided. Three were left behind, being more docile and submissive, while he and his brother competed throughout their lives, constantly living to one-up each other. Eating contests, races, competing over the same females, and as they grew older and more proficient with their abilities, fighting. They were reprimanded time after time for being too rough, but the rivalry didn’t allow them to listen.
Despite this, the two have a faux-loathing respect for one another and a brotherly love. It hardly shows and is fairly small. The four others fear that they may kill one another as their father grew older and the time for a new leader became more desperate.
For now; however, both remain at equal level as second in command type officials. His brother prefers the power and often flaunts his ability, enjoying correcting other members and his siblings. The ambition and lust for power was almost unnerving to others, but their father was rather proud of the show of assertiveness and power. Akiva was more laid back, and in the back of his mind, he feared he would be left out of the running for position due to his brother’s more dominant and vindictive nature.
Relations became tense between the two, and Akiva sought their siblings’ support and care. The five plan to kill their brother simply for the benefit of the pack’s future, which they fear will be lead to demise due to the nature of the next leader. Though, rules and loyalties prevent them from doing so. Jealousies rise and the intolerance for the abusive behavior grows, so they continue to plan in silence, waiting for the right moment that will frame the event perfectly to allow no suspicions from anyone.
Currently, however, his siblings are without him due to his current status in the Void, [/size]
Battle Info~
[/b][/size]Special Traits:
[/b][/size]- All wolves’ in the pack body temperature is below the normal one-hundred degrees Fahrenheit temperature, but Thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit, freezing point, to again mark their differences from others of their kind.
- When out of their snowy territory, the ground they walk on freezes in their tracks.
Attacks~
[/b][/size]General Attacking
[/u] Akiva attacks using claws and teeth, both are made signature to his pack by the icy effect the crystalline appendages have.
Ice Breath
[/u] The air Akiva breaths out is cooled in the trachea and is exhaled in ice form. This is capable of freezing opponents in extended contact and other uses such as creating barriers and other structures. Another form of this is the moisture in the breath is frozen, and more damaging icicles are shot from the mouth of the user.
Snow Stealth
[/u]The user gains speed in frigid environments, and the wolf becomes nearly invisible to the eye because of the collection of snow near the user’s body and their already white coat.
[/center]Icicle Attacks
[/u]The icicle mane of the wolf extends to a deadly point, mostly used for intimidation and defense. The tail’s icy exterior can harden and sharpen to use as a weapon as well, and the claws can be frozen over more for extra damage. This can only be used in temperatures at freezing level, which is why assistance from the summoner to create a more chill climate.
[/center]Role Play Sample~
[/b][/size]The skies were painted an array of purples, blues, and blacks, the perfect color pallet for a beautiful winter night above the long expanses of tundra and mountain making up the territory of the Yama Wolf Pack. Stars were dotted, glittering, in sharp, bright contrast to the darker colors of the sky, and the intricate patterns they made seemed to be like beads, placed with painstaking care to adorn and decorate the night. The most defining feature of such a perfect and serene sky was the full moon, a large luminescent orb of light, dusted with silvery shadows that were craters embedded in its seemingly untouchable surface, though the blemishes seemed to display the moon’s ‘humanness’. Lower, faint gray winter clouds drifted listlessly and forebodingly across the faultless canvas that was the winter night, while in an even lower layer, a thin whisper of wind sighed in a soft breath across the scene, picking up the faintest traces of snow, giving the breeze a bitter and crisp frigidness that alone- or in a warmer place-, it could not muster. The small wisps of the frozen liquid, caught in a translucent luminescent glow, brought the attention to the area below, where the activity was amongst this seemingly barren expanse of treeless ice. Mountains jutted elegantly and proudly from the ground, creating a portal between two worlds as the very peaks of the stone monoliths scraped the surface of the low-hanging clouds, and the snow-topped formation disturbed the serenity and uniformity of the sky. Following down the mountain, rocks marred the purity and whiteness of the snow-laden floor, and the uneven mineral of the rock faces glistened in the pale moonlight filtering down from above, each facet seeming defined and obvious in this light. It was often ignored, as newcomers to the area noticed only the thick blanket of frozen beauty.
The snow caught aflame from the faintest of light, the liquid in solid form almost appearing to be of diamond as the radiance of the moon danced and leapt from each snowflake, allowing the territory of the Yama to glisten and shimmer with beauty not present during the daytime.
Unscathed and silent, the picture stood for ostensible hours.
Finally, movement in the distance of the focal point pierced through the deafening serenity and silence.
Gentle, measured paw steps dented the new coat of snow; the soft crunching noises seemed to be on the octave of an explosion, and the creator of the noise seemed to share the belief as the wolf-like form hesitated with each slow step.
Dark blue eyes, deep as the ocean and glittering like the snow below, stared out into nothingness, and the unnerving gaze seemed to scrutinize every detail of the artwork before him. Long, thickly furred ears were pointed forward, acute appendages straining to hear any noises other than his own feet. The being, Akiva, seemed to blend in perfectly within his surroundings, not only stealth-wise, but his overall appearance. Most of him seemed invisible, the pale alabaster fur becoming one with the snow, while deep azure markings on his paw-tips and shoulders stood out. Around his neck was a mane of ice- lethally pointed shards of it protruded from his body, giving him a porcupine-like look-, and similar extensions were frozen to his tail, which was held high in a sign of dominance and confidence. Clear, crystalline claws flexed into the frozen earth below, almost tensely.
Hours passed to him, though it was only seconds in reality. No one besides him was there; the pack was asleep.
Nightmares plagued his mind, demanding him to kill his brother, push for power, take control… But he could not do it. Nights passed, sleepless, so he resorted to walks late at night, surveying to give him something to do, sometimes hunting for nothing- he knew everything was asleep at such an ungodly hour-, and he silently wished for a summoner. Life dragged on, competing, fighting… He hated it. As morbid as it was, he wanted his father to die- not because he hated him, but so he and his brother could stop this nonsense, so he could live peacefully. Better yet, his brother could die; then nightmares about him leading them all to their deaths would cease and desist. The notion of murder was more appealing than ever; a candid version of a smile- the bearing of fangs in an intimidating manner- tarnished his calm expression, but he suppressed it. No, he couldn’t…
Akiva sighed; closing his deep eyes thoughtfully, his icy tail dropping slightly as he felt pitiful and helpless. What was he to do?
