Post by Trench on Aug 13, 2009 21:43:52 GMT -5
Ripshank
"I hate feeling like this
I’m so tired of trying to fight this
I’m asleep and I all dream of
Is waking to you"
the basics,
»»character full name: Ripshank
»»age: 8 years
»»species: Siberian tiger
»»pack: Traitors
»»status in pack: Will challenge for alpha
the appearance,
»»eyes: Dark blue
»»markings: Rich blue stripes in place of the usual black stripes, ragged feathery stumps where his wings used to be.
»»height: 45 in.
»»weight: 773 lbs.
»»general appearance:Better off before this all began. Ripshank never was a normal tiger; his family killed his hopes of that long before they were born. Marred by stripes of rich blue across pelt of white, and the bearer of large wings marked blue and white, Ripshank has always been a sight. However, the years have marred his personality more than the stripes mar his pelt, twisting him into a violent, hateful masochist. It is this lifestyle which has resulted in his current appearance: still carrying the stripes, but no longer the wings which he had once been proud of. Jagged, feathery stumps are all that remain of his once powerful wings; these gifts of flight have been torn and ripped from his back by claw and fang, injuries all self-inflicted following the death of his much beloved sister. The reasons for this are entirely his own, logical to his highly illogical mind, however reasons do not change the ragged remains of his wings. Should one look beyond this trait of his, one would find him to still be a capable warrior, heavyset with muscle and tall of the shoulder, well-fed and well-toned, a result of his newly violent lifestyle in the aftermath of his sister’s death.
the personality,
»»likes: Bloodshed, his sister’s death has opened Ripshank’s eyes to the cruelties of the world, and he has become quite fond of sharing that with others; pain, demented by insanity, Ripshank has become quite the masochist, just as willing to receive pain as to give it; chaos, serenity does not become Ripshank, and quiet leaves him much too alone with his thoughts, leading him to favor noise and chaos as a perpetual distraction from his mind.
»»dislikes: Quiet, Ripshank despises thinking, as his thoughts often lead back to his sister, and any lack of noise is far too nurturing to thought and memories; peace, to him, peace is a lie in a world full of violence, and he’s never been one for lies; those of weak stomachs, Ripshank is a violent soul, and he has no patience for those who are not of the same make.
»»strengths: Ripshank is a big guy, and he’s not afraid to throw his weight around in a fight, just to not his opponent off their paws and toss them to the ground; additionally, Ripshank’s masochistic nature allows him to ignore any injury he receives, or even enjoy them, allowing him to fight through any wounds which do not completely disable him, and allowing him to continue thinking straight, rather than being distracted by pain.
»»weaknesses: With great size comes a huge hit to speed, and Ripshank displays this rather impressively, capable only of very short bursts of unimpressive speed. Besides this, Ripshank is hardly stable, and his violent insanity often results in a blood-lust driven fighting style which contains very little technique; if he were to meet with a fighter of similar stature but superior skill, he’d only be able to strike out blindly, hardly an effective method.
»»secrets: Ripshank is, through his violence and kill-streaks, actually mourning the loss of his sister. However, he’s highly unlikely to make this known.
the history,
»»mother: Demona, who is also his aunt
»»father: Corpsefire, who is also his uncle
»»siblings: Lachrymosa, deceased
»»others: A handful of nieces and nephews courtesy of Lachrymosa, none of whom he believes are worth mention, as they are not his own.
»»background: Demona and Corpsefire were never a normal couple, however, to their eyes, their love was perfectly natural. Their line of parentage has long been a line of inbreds, brothers and sisters mating amongst themselves from generation to generation, each pair of offspring expected to carry on the tradition. This family remained secluded, and so never saw wrong to their ways, or had chances to change them; however, when Ripshank and Lachrymosa were born, things did not go as considered ‘proper’. Indeed, Ripshank fell for his sister, as he was meant to, however, Lachrymosa never reciprocated those feelings. Ripshank turned to his parents for counsel, and all they could say was for he to be the best older brother he could, in hopes that, some day, as she matured, she would grow to accept him as more. Ripshank, knowing nothing else to do, followed this advice, and waited.
Now, inbreeding over many generations can result in many deformities, from mental instabilities to physical changes; Ripshank and Lachrymosa carried both. Born with blue stripes and a pair of wings, Ripshank has long been the most noticeably different, and, indeed, he has always carried the more severe mental instabilities, while Lachrymosa, carrying only light red stripes on her white pelt to set her apart, was less insane than he. Lachrymosa’s quirks have never been fully clear to her brother, however his own have been most acute. A flock of crows, wild and raucous little creatures, have been known by him to be present since his birth; however, he soon learned that these crows were not to be seen by any others, mere figments of his imagination, though to him they were more real than anything else, guides who might lead him to changing Lachrymosa’s mind about him.
It was this flock of crows which lead him to follow when Lachrymosa decided she wanted to venture from home. Their parents were hardly in support of their decisions to leave, but allowed it in the hopes that Lachrymosa would see the error of her ways and return. Ripshank assured them he would protect her from the worse, and with that they left, finding their way from the secluded territory of their lineage. However, Ripshank was unable to keep his word to his parents, as the world was far worse than he could have expected.
Led by her own whims, Lachrymosa often wandered from her brother’s side, and by the time he discovered her again, she was often wounded, having met with various others who were not fond of finding her upon the territories they had claimed as their own. She always would insist she was fine, however, this was, unfortunately, not always the case. The tigers she met with were not always female, and she took no caution even during her season. The resulting cubs were offensive to Ripshank, tainted by outside blood, however, his love for Lachrymosa, and her love for her children, stayed him from removing the taint, and she raised the cubs with his help. However, Lachrymosa’s own mental quirks urged her to continue wandering, leaving the cubs as soon as they were capable of surviving on their own. Obediently, Ripshank followed.
He witnessed two more batches of cubs, each which were to follow the same cycle, and each which dug at him for not being his own, before the world’s final blow to him: the discovery of Lachrymosa’s broken corpse surrounded by scavengers. His beloved sister had met with a tiger who was not willing to leave her living upon their land, and she was unable to defend herself. With her death, whatever frail grip on sanity which Ripshank retained also died, and in his mind, the crows abandoned him. His love for Lachrymosa burned out and was replaced with a raw hatred for the outside world which was so responsible for her death, and his own failure burned brightly before his eyes, resulting in the birth of his masochistic tendencies. It started with the removal of his wings; seeking to punish himself for failing, avenging his sister’s death first upon his own flesh, Ripshank ripped his wings from his back, leaving them like gifts to cover his sister’s broken body. Still not satisfied, Ripshank turned from his sister’s corpse and hunted down the tiger who had stolen her from him. Insanity gave him strength, forcing his body to strengths he had not before been capable of, and allowing him to murder and then mutilate his sister’s killer.
In the years that followed, Ripshank’s insanity has cooled only slightly; he can function, and can speak, but his violence, his sadism and masochism, have not faded. He refuses to return home, ashamed of his failure and afraid to face his parents with the news, and so instead intends to atone for his failure by avenging his sister’s death to the world. He has fought his way from those distant northern lands to the lands of the three packs, growing in strength and ability, yet never sating his bloodlust, and now intends to purge this land of all life, including his own. Some string of logic has forced its way into his brain, and he accepts that he cannot hope to do this alone, and so intends to overtake a pack and to turn them to his own devices. His bloodlust tainted eyes have been set upon the Traitor pack, the largest and most capable of the packs.
the player,
»»name: Shatan
»»age: 17
»»contact: MSN or AIM, as usual
»»rp sample:
Password: Accepted
How did you find us?: Kiiiiit….who I’m about to challenge….. XD
"I hate feeling like this
I’m so tired of trying to fight this
I’m asleep and I all dream of
Is waking to you"
the basics,
»»character full name: Ripshank
»»age: 8 years
»»species: Siberian tiger
»»pack: Traitors
»»status in pack: Will challenge for alpha
the appearance,
»»eyes: Dark blue
»»markings: Rich blue stripes in place of the usual black stripes, ragged feathery stumps where his wings used to be.
»»height: 45 in.
»»weight: 773 lbs.
»»general appearance:
the personality,
»»likes: Bloodshed, his sister’s death has opened Ripshank’s eyes to the cruelties of the world, and he has become quite fond of sharing that with others; pain, demented by insanity, Ripshank has become quite the masochist, just as willing to receive pain as to give it; chaos, serenity does not become Ripshank, and quiet leaves him much too alone with his thoughts, leading him to favor noise and chaos as a perpetual distraction from his mind.
»»dislikes: Quiet, Ripshank despises thinking, as his thoughts often lead back to his sister, and any lack of noise is far too nurturing to thought and memories; peace, to him, peace is a lie in a world full of violence, and he’s never been one for lies; those of weak stomachs, Ripshank is a violent soul, and he has no patience for those who are not of the same make.
»»strengths: Ripshank is a big guy, and he’s not afraid to throw his weight around in a fight, just to not his opponent off their paws and toss them to the ground; additionally, Ripshank’s masochistic nature allows him to ignore any injury he receives, or even enjoy them, allowing him to fight through any wounds which do not completely disable him, and allowing him to continue thinking straight, rather than being distracted by pain.
»»weaknesses: With great size comes a huge hit to speed, and Ripshank displays this rather impressively, capable only of very short bursts of unimpressive speed. Besides this, Ripshank is hardly stable, and his violent insanity often results in a blood-lust driven fighting style which contains very little technique; if he were to meet with a fighter of similar stature but superior skill, he’d only be able to strike out blindly, hardly an effective method.
»»secrets: Ripshank is, through his violence and kill-streaks, actually mourning the loss of his sister. However, he’s highly unlikely to make this known.
the history,
»»mother: Demona, who is also his aunt
»»father: Corpsefire, who is also his uncle
»»siblings: Lachrymosa, deceased
»»others: A handful of nieces and nephews courtesy of Lachrymosa, none of whom he believes are worth mention, as they are not his own.
»»background: Demona and Corpsefire were never a normal couple, however, to their eyes, their love was perfectly natural. Their line of parentage has long been a line of inbreds, brothers and sisters mating amongst themselves from generation to generation, each pair of offspring expected to carry on the tradition. This family remained secluded, and so never saw wrong to their ways, or had chances to change them; however, when Ripshank and Lachrymosa were born, things did not go as considered ‘proper’. Indeed, Ripshank fell for his sister, as he was meant to, however, Lachrymosa never reciprocated those feelings. Ripshank turned to his parents for counsel, and all they could say was for he to be the best older brother he could, in hopes that, some day, as she matured, she would grow to accept him as more. Ripshank, knowing nothing else to do, followed this advice, and waited.
Now, inbreeding over many generations can result in many deformities, from mental instabilities to physical changes; Ripshank and Lachrymosa carried both. Born with blue stripes and a pair of wings, Ripshank has long been the most noticeably different, and, indeed, he has always carried the more severe mental instabilities, while Lachrymosa, carrying only light red stripes on her white pelt to set her apart, was less insane than he. Lachrymosa’s quirks have never been fully clear to her brother, however his own have been most acute. A flock of crows, wild and raucous little creatures, have been known by him to be present since his birth; however, he soon learned that these crows were not to be seen by any others, mere figments of his imagination, though to him they were more real than anything else, guides who might lead him to changing Lachrymosa’s mind about him.
It was this flock of crows which lead him to follow when Lachrymosa decided she wanted to venture from home. Their parents were hardly in support of their decisions to leave, but allowed it in the hopes that Lachrymosa would see the error of her ways and return. Ripshank assured them he would protect her from the worse, and with that they left, finding their way from the secluded territory of their lineage. However, Ripshank was unable to keep his word to his parents, as the world was far worse than he could have expected.
Led by her own whims, Lachrymosa often wandered from her brother’s side, and by the time he discovered her again, she was often wounded, having met with various others who were not fond of finding her upon the territories they had claimed as their own. She always would insist she was fine, however, this was, unfortunately, not always the case. The tigers she met with were not always female, and she took no caution even during her season. The resulting cubs were offensive to Ripshank, tainted by outside blood, however, his love for Lachrymosa, and her love for her children, stayed him from removing the taint, and she raised the cubs with his help. However, Lachrymosa’s own mental quirks urged her to continue wandering, leaving the cubs as soon as they were capable of surviving on their own. Obediently, Ripshank followed.
He witnessed two more batches of cubs, each which were to follow the same cycle, and each which dug at him for not being his own, before the world’s final blow to him: the discovery of Lachrymosa’s broken corpse surrounded by scavengers. His beloved sister had met with a tiger who was not willing to leave her living upon their land, and she was unable to defend herself. With her death, whatever frail grip on sanity which Ripshank retained also died, and in his mind, the crows abandoned him. His love for Lachrymosa burned out and was replaced with a raw hatred for the outside world which was so responsible for her death, and his own failure burned brightly before his eyes, resulting in the birth of his masochistic tendencies. It started with the removal of his wings; seeking to punish himself for failing, avenging his sister’s death first upon his own flesh, Ripshank ripped his wings from his back, leaving them like gifts to cover his sister’s broken body. Still not satisfied, Ripshank turned from his sister’s corpse and hunted down the tiger who had stolen her from him. Insanity gave him strength, forcing his body to strengths he had not before been capable of, and allowing him to murder and then mutilate his sister’s killer.
In the years that followed, Ripshank’s insanity has cooled only slightly; he can function, and can speak, but his violence, his sadism and masochism, have not faded. He refuses to return home, ashamed of his failure and afraid to face his parents with the news, and so instead intends to atone for his failure by avenging his sister’s death to the world. He has fought his way from those distant northern lands to the lands of the three packs, growing in strength and ability, yet never sating his bloodlust, and now intends to purge this land of all life, including his own. Some string of logic has forced its way into his brain, and he accepts that he cannot hope to do this alone, and so intends to overtake a pack and to turn them to his own devices. His bloodlust tainted eyes have been set upon the Traitor pack, the largest and most capable of the packs.
the player,
»»name: Shatan
»»age: 17
»»contact: MSN or AIM, as usual
»»rp sample:
done for Mr. Trench
Password: Accepted
How did you find us?: Kiiiiit….who I’m about to challenge….. XD
