Post by Aniyu on Mar 25, 2013 16:09:35 GMT -5
To start things off, none of the images here were made by me. Full credit given to MattBarley (http://mattbarley.deviantart.com/gallery/). He has some really cool prints, so you should check them out :3. I didn't alter any of the images with photoshop, so his names/writings/coloring is still on there. I did that to give him true credit and not alter his amazing work, my only difference is that my wolfs eyes are gold.
The Basics
Name: Derik Age: 4 Gender: Male
The Details
Fur: Derik's coat is jet black all 'round. A majority of his pelt is very short and looks as though it were painted onto his bare skin, however a very thick mane protrudes from the back of his head and around his neck, and traces off on his back and down his belly. He also sprouts similar thick fur on the very end of his long tail.
Eyes: Gold
Build: Derik is an abnormally tall wolf with a muscular build. From growing up in the mountains, his legs have become quite powerful and large, although slow. While his bulk may prevent quick blows, his durability in battle from his life training aids him.
Abilities: Derik is a master illusionist with control of the shadows. He can create shadow figures around him into any shape he pleases, a holographic scare. He uses this to aid him in battle mostly to create figures of himself, and in comparison with his dark fur the match is uncanny, confusing his opponents into attacking a false target. While he has not mastered the ability, he can also blend completely with shadows, and be invisible to the unknowing eye. However, those who are anticipating where he is can see his form.
Personality: Derik is a courageous wolf born of honor and tradition; He is an arrogant wolf born of pride and old customs. He is a charismatic wolf whose intentions typically are only within his best interests in getting further up the totem pole. He firmly believes in the tradition of pack life, and that wolves once more need to bond together in order to become the dominant species in this "new" world. He sees other males as equal beings, and is the last to seek out a fight. He prefers to keep a proud stature before giving in to a duel. He views females as "helpless", and with this, takes pity upon them. He vows to not fight a female unless it is to otherwise mean death, and often times becomes overprotective of them. With this, he also is a womonizer in his ways and, often, more flirty than anything else.
Name: Derik Age: 4 Gender: Male
The Details
Fur: Derik's coat is jet black all 'round. A majority of his pelt is very short and looks as though it were painted onto his bare skin, however a very thick mane protrudes from the back of his head and around his neck, and traces off on his back and down his belly. He also sprouts similar thick fur on the very end of his long tail.
Eyes: Gold
Build: Derik is an abnormally tall wolf with a muscular build. From growing up in the mountains, his legs have become quite powerful and large, although slow. While his bulk may prevent quick blows, his durability in battle from his life training aids him.
Abilities: Derik is a master illusionist with control of the shadows. He can create shadow figures around him into any shape he pleases, a holographic scare. He uses this to aid him in battle mostly to create figures of himself, and in comparison with his dark fur the match is uncanny, confusing his opponents into attacking a false target. While he has not mastered the ability, he can also blend completely with shadows, and be invisible to the unknowing eye. However, those who are anticipating where he is can see his form.
Personality: Derik is a courageous wolf born of honor and tradition; He is an arrogant wolf born of pride and old customs. He is a charismatic wolf whose intentions typically are only within his best interests in getting further up the totem pole. He firmly believes in the tradition of pack life, and that wolves once more need to bond together in order to become the dominant species in this "new" world. He sees other males as equal beings, and is the last to seek out a fight. He prefers to keep a proud stature before giving in to a duel. He views females as "helpless", and with this, takes pity upon them. He vows to not fight a female unless it is to otherwise mean death, and often times becomes overprotective of them. With this, he also is a womonizer in his ways and, often, more flirty than anything else.
Then and Now
History:
Derik was born in the Aussichtslos mountain range, abandoned early on by his starving mother in order for her to live. He was quickly adopted by an old, senile male who wandered the range. Derik vividly remembers the wolf's thick, greyed coat and dulled eyes clouded by cataracts, and how the battered old man still gave his all to raise Derik. The only name Derik could recall him having was Vati. Vati was a wolf of stern tradition, and raised Derik with an iron fist and constantly drilled information into Derik's head that had once been given to Vati's father, and his father before him. He drilled information of a perfect pack life, and how wolves once prospered before separating off into meaningless individuals, and how if the canines were to ever rise again, they would have to re-form, that he and Derik had to start the revolution. He drilled into his head how important the females were, and that they were to always be protected, always protect them. He drilled in the information of a correct hunt, he taught Derik for hours on end how to be a stern hunter. Derik thought the work tedious, the punishment too severe, and the man senile for most of his life. Vati worked so hard on giving Derik the best life he could, and Derik took it for granted until the day he saw his father lying on the cold snow atop the mountains, being slowly buried in white flakes, and glossy eyes looking into Deriks.
"I once had a son much like you, in my days of young. I left him and his mother two days after he was born. I fended for myself as I always had, I never thought back to the femme, I didn't listen to my father and went with modern beliefs that I was a better man for leaving them alone, I was somehow better suited and so were they- survival of the fittest. Four months later, I found them dead and buried in wet snow, half eaten. We cannot survive apart, my son, and don't make all of the work that I gave you, all of the work that my father gave me and all the work his father gave him go to waste. Don't live to only survive."
And with that, Derik tearfully watched as the old wolf passed into the life beyond. He let loose a tear, and howled into the evening sky. From that day fourth, he wanted to make a difference.
He travelled away from the mountains and into the forest below. He made his way to the lake Vati always spoke of, Nieman's Lake, and looked across its waters into his new life beyond.
Current relationships (subject to change)
Family: TBA
Foes: TBA
History:
Derik was born in the Aussichtslos mountain range, abandoned early on by his starving mother in order for her to live. He was quickly adopted by an old, senile male who wandered the range. Derik vividly remembers the wolf's thick, greyed coat and dulled eyes clouded by cataracts, and how the battered old man still gave his all to raise Derik. The only name Derik could recall him having was Vati. Vati was a wolf of stern tradition, and raised Derik with an iron fist and constantly drilled information into Derik's head that had once been given to Vati's father, and his father before him. He drilled information of a perfect pack life, and how wolves once prospered before separating off into meaningless individuals, and how if the canines were to ever rise again, they would have to re-form, that he and Derik had to start the revolution. He drilled into his head how important the females were, and that they were to always be protected, always protect them. He drilled in the information of a correct hunt, he taught Derik for hours on end how to be a stern hunter. Derik thought the work tedious, the punishment too severe, and the man senile for most of his life. Vati worked so hard on giving Derik the best life he could, and Derik took it for granted until the day he saw his father lying on the cold snow atop the mountains, being slowly buried in white flakes, and glossy eyes looking into Deriks.
"I once had a son much like you, in my days of young. I left him and his mother two days after he was born. I fended for myself as I always had, I never thought back to the femme, I didn't listen to my father and went with modern beliefs that I was a better man for leaving them alone, I was somehow better suited and so were they- survival of the fittest. Four months later, I found them dead and buried in wet snow, half eaten. We cannot survive apart, my son, and don't make all of the work that I gave you, all of the work that my father gave me and all the work his father gave him go to waste. Don't live to only survive."
And with that, Derik tearfully watched as the old wolf passed into the life beyond. He let loose a tear, and howled into the evening sky. From that day fourth, he wanted to make a difference.
He travelled away from the mountains and into the forest below. He made his way to the lake Vati always spoke of, Nieman's Lake, and looked across its waters into his new life beyond.
Current relationships (subject to change)
Family: TBA
Foes: TBA