Post by corvidae on Jan 20, 2012 16:49:51 GMT -5
shard
IN MY CROWN, I AM KING, I LOVE THEIR ENDLESS WORSHIPPING
{ name } shard
{ species } red fox
{ gender } reynard
{ age } three years two months
{ loyalty } the fantome, hunter
{ orientation } bisexual
{ power } pheromones; shard is the manipulator, he is incredibly adept at his power, so much so that he has taken to planting ideas in another's mind. simple ideas, sometimes ones that will dwell in their thought for a split-second before dissolving into a vague memory, but sometimes ones that will cause massive decisions. swaying emotions is something he can do lightly; he can make somebody slightly happy or angry, but massive mood swings are not something he can influence especially well. instead he tends to make subtle gestures that lead to trigger bigger things.
{ height } sixteen inches
{ weight } fourteen pounds
{ build } shard has a lean build, he is not the bulkiest of foxes, but his species weren't built for brute strength. with an agile body, he is an athletic male who is skillful with stealthily bringing down prey. he is quite the talented hunter, and although he can kill prey with ease, he is not made for fighting. he may be fast on his feet, but a strong fox could break his lightweight bones easily if they were capable of actually catching him.
{ coat } shard's cross fox coat consists of primarily a dark brownish grey and a vivid orange. his face is concealed in a dark mask. his ears and most of his body are a bright rusty colour. the dark shades continue as a stripe down his spine, a notably dark underbelly and chest, and dark legs that seem to increase in density as they go down, until they reach his near-black paws. the colouration descends down his tail in a similar fashion; the tail tip is also practically black. in all of the darker areas of shard's coat, traces of orange bleeds through, lightening it and almost blending it a little. the contrast is still rather stark, despite this dilution, though.
{ eyes } shard's wide, circular eyes are a warm brown colour, with traces of orange to make them look brighter and almost similar to the reds of his coat.
{ other } none.
{ likes } himself, power, winning, romance, manipulation, looking good, feeling important.
{ dislikes } losing, the rustique, powerless foxes in general, dirtiness/mud, rain, rejection.
{ strengths } manipulative, confident, proud, agile, ambitious, persistent, cunning.
{ weaknesses } selfish, vain, physically weak, over-emotional, clingy, narcissistic.
{ hopes } shard dreams of supreme rulership of foxes with powers; those without powers left to be slaves at their paws, while the disobedient ones are killed. of course, he'd like an especially high position in this scenario.
{ fears } being alone forever. shard is a hopeless romantic, but despite his talent at swaying others' emotions, he still find it difficult to maintain a relationship for various reasons. he is desperately lonely behind that bigoted, self-centered face.
{ habits } constantly catering to his appearance; grooming himself during conversation, freaking out when he gets dirty, etc.
{ secrets } in almost all situations, he would kill to save his own life, or kill to achieve his ultimate ambition. shard is surprisingly dangerous when he sets his mind to something.
{ attitude }shard is incredibly self-confident. he loves himself, and expects you to love him as well, although because of his prejudiced and slightly barbaric ideas, that can be difficult. he is selfish and likes to get his way, and believes he should be treated like royalty, even if he may treat you like dirt. he tends to treat and perceive others as inferiors, unless he is attracted to them or is manipulating them. of course, he cannot act in this manner as extremely towards the higher ranks of his troop, but he still gives off an inevitable proud and egotistic vibe.
he is a hopeless romantic; he will love either gender, just as long as he has somebody to love. he is actually so desperate that when he does find a potential partner or even begins to hook up with someone, he becomes quite clingy and obsessive. he really does not want to lose a partner, although ironically, it is his tendency to cling to somebody in fear of losing them that scares them away. shard is also persistent in everything, especially romance. he hates rejection and will continue to chase after the same individual for some time, even after a firm 'no'. also, despite his declared hatred for powerless foxes, he's so lonely he'd probably take one as a mate if he had the chance. he'd certainly flirt.
shard is ambitious. he believes that foxes with powers are superior to foxes without, and that they should rule over them like the lesser creatures they are. his goal of this sort of system is constantly lingering in the back of his mind, and he does have the drive to make it come true - probably not a large enough mass of involvement from others, though. if he had a band of followers, shard would be dangerous, but he doesn't, so for now this vision will have to remain a frightening dream.
because he is a master of manipulation, shard is usually pretty difficult to sway and tends to tell if he is being used or tricked. he is a cunning, tactical fox - general intelligence isn't something he has an outstanding amount of, but when it comes to thinking ideas through, he is exceptional. but he has a downfall; flattery. if you stroke his already colossal ego, he probably won't notice if he is being used - he's too busy loving the attention to care.
this male can be incredibly over-emotional. he is known to be very melodramatic about almost everything, from his appearance being ruffled or disrupted by a bit of rain, to winning or achieving something. everything is a big deal to shard. he is absolutely awful for gloating, though, and seems to ask for trouble when he brags. he also will brag to the wrong foxes - perhaps the ones he overshadowed, or ones that dislike him to begin with. as a result, he will accidentally end up in fights he can't win. shard also whines. a lot. if there is something to moan about, you bet he'll be crying. if you befriend him; prepare for a lot of pining about the tiniest things.
{ parents } celeste; mother (six years), romeo; fathers (deceased)
{ siblings } spitfire; sister (three years)
{ lovers } none.
{ kits } none.
{ others } none.
{ events }shard was brought up by his mother, celeste; a vixen who thoroughly believed that powerless foxes were scum. this is the origin of shard's bigoted ideals and ferocious dreams. he and his sister were forced into this mindset, although spitfire was always the more violent of the two. she became more viscous than shard and the intensity of her hatred towards powerless foxes was unreasonably psychotic. her brother came very close to going down this path, but thankfully found a diversion; a love for attention.
celeste spoilt shard, she pampered him and shaped him into the arrogant brute he is today. he was treated like practically royalty, for she knew this was the best way to reach out to him. it didn't mean she neglected spitfire, oh no, instead she began to train her at an early age in secret. it may look like she treated shard better, but she really favored spitfire. she saw so much potential in her daughter, but the way she pushed and influenced her actually drove her to insanity. spitfire died when she attacked two powerless foxes that she had no hope in beating, they killed her in self defense.
spitfire always scared shard, and even though he missed her after her death, it wasn't like they were particularly close siblings and a part of him had been torn out when she passed. but celeste was shattered, she saw no hope in shard to carry out her dreams, so she sort of just blanked out. all her ravenous personality and ferocious tendencies seemed to burst, leaving a hollow shell of her former self. the male wanted to continue her ideas, for her sake, because now that spitfire was dead and celeste lost all motivation to even live, somebody had to.
{ name } corvidae
{ experience } two years, on and off.
{ characters } none.
{ codeword } code accepted by staff
{ roleplay example }'young warrior spitfire's body has been discovered on the edge of the territory. she has evidently been killed by other foxes, but it's ambiguous as to who murdered her. she was a fearsome warrior who will be missed.'
shard could hardly believe his ears. what was he hearing? how could she be dead? she was the strongest thing in the pack; a buff, wide chested female who was actually larger than him. it seemed like nothing could have possibly taken her down. but suddenly she had crumbled and died at the jaws of another. maybe she was more vulnerable than he had thought she was. although, envisioning her losing a fight was actually difficult. this had to be a lie, a joke, a mistake. she was alive. she had to be. he sat up straight, trying to hide his emotions, but panic glittered damply in his tired eyes. his efforts to look strong were futile.
although, the initial disbelief was soon displaced by a new emotion. one that he felt ashamed to house in his brain, but he couldn't deny the strange feeling of relief. shard knew that his sister was unstable. it was sort of a common fact, something nobody denied, but not something that foxes would whisper about. this was mostly because of the fear that she'd crash down upon them at the sign of such talk. she sure was frightening. now that her intimidating, looming presence was gone for good, shard couldn't help but feel like a weight had been lifted from his back. he knew he would miss her, but he had definitely been terrified of her.
naturally, shard felt the impulse to blame somebody. he loved a good rant about something, and this was the perfect excuse. of course his mind instantly settled on focusing the blame on the powerless foxes. filthy, inferior creatures - of course they killed his sister! she always preached the superiority of the gifted, they obviously felt threatened by her powerful tongue and strong will. it's not our fault we're better than them, he thought to himself disgustedly. oh, how he hated those common brutes. they were nothing but animals. raising his head with newfound strength and confidence, he decided to voice this concept. 'it's those powerless foxes, no doubt, they murdered my sister!' he called in a snarl.
by now, attention was on him. he felt a joyful tingle inside as everyone began to notice him. he loved recognition so much that he was so busy basking in the attention that he almost forgot how he was going to continue this outburst. snapping back to reality, he opened his dark jaws again. 'i say that those scum should be punished for their wrongdoing, i mean, it's very obvious they are to blame. they were probably envious of spitfire's superiority, and used murder as their outlet!' now for the hard part. shard closed his eyes and drew focus on the foxes of the crowd. he soon developed a bit of a headache from this strain, but he had to sway their moods even slightly to agree with him. not everyone shared his ideas. this is why he had to use his gift. his head now pounded, and he prayed this would work.
