Lamenent

[Lamenet]

welcome to the world of wolves

Your Name/Alias :: Quicksilver

Your Characters :: Lamenent

Where did you find us? :: Children of the Wild

and freefall into the abyss below

Name :: Lamenent

Alias :: None

Age :: 23 yrs. (a bit over 3)

Gender :: Male

Element :: Ghost

Pack :: Loner

Rank :: None

just let yourself go with the flow

Appearance :: Lamenent is a hansome wolf, his coat is a flurry of whites and greys. Tall ears and large paws help him stay alert during the day. His tail is wiry, like the rest of his fur opposed to fluffy like most wolves that live in the snow.

The canine has bright soulful eyes, forever focused on two realities. Said eyes are different colors, and see different things. His right eye is silver, seeing things in the spiritual world, and his other eye is a chrystaline blue, only seeing what is there in reality. He is slim, slimmer than he should be. The wolf has trouble concentrating on catching his meals and looses them more often that not.

Though skinny, Lamenent isn't weak. He has the strength of your average wolf, more or less depending on the day. His eyes are sharp, always searching for something in nothing. He has a thick coat, most likely the arctic wolf in him. His build is lithe, opposed to the normal bulky look of his species.

Lamenent has a bit of a limp on his back right leg; he broke it as a child and though it healed it still hurts on certain days. Lamenent thinks that it can predict the weather, but there's no real way to see if that's true or not.

Personality :: Lamenent is a wandering soul. He's always watching, always waiting, expecting something. He's used to the whispers of the dead during the day, during the night, and even when he's sleeping. The animal is surprised that he hasn't gone crazy yet; those that once knew him were always watching; always there. Those that want to come back seek him out, begging for him to bring them back; reverse what the world has done to them.

He can't stay in one place for that reason; the spirits of the region seek him out and the wolf can't take their voices.

When it comes to the living, Lamenent is curteous, but it takes quite a bit for him to care for someone enough to stick with them. Because of his spiritual connections, it's hard for him to stay attached to something or someone in the living world.

He detests vanity; all spirits look the same in the end anyways. Or maybe that was just his perception of the souls that follow him. He himself isn't all that thrilled about his looks, prefering becoming stronger and smarter than fretting over his fur. Even so, he does enjoy nature; his favorite thing in the living world is snow. It's one of the few things that bring out the puppy in him, and his normally stoic personality is often something quirky in deep snow.

He has a soft spot for puppies, but isn't all that interested in faes. Not to say that he's anything but heterosexual but. . . there are times that he and those that were once around him wonder. . .

History :: Lamenent didn't start out a loner; he was once a pack animal, living with his sister. She took care of him; taught him to hunt and live as a wolf; but never mentioned the whispers. The fae always seemed to be running from something, and Lamenent didn't really notice, too excited about traveling from day to day with his sibling.

It wasn't until he was almost two and working on taking down his first big game before he realized why they were always on the move. Lamenent and his sister had been staying in a colder region in the north; she didn't have the heart to separate her brother from the snow. He loved the cold, fluffy precipitation.

The wolf should have known that he couldn't bring the animal down alone, but he wanted to bring home food for his sister. He chased the elk down, running almost a two miles before giving up. Lamenent then noticed that he was quite a bit away from home, begining his treck in the direction he came. It was an easy task in the snow, all he had to do was follow his footsteps backward.

Unfortunantly, he ran into trouble on the way. A Polar Bear; the animals were vicious; even if the normally ignored a wolf on their territory, he ran into a perticularly hungry, particularly angry one. He fought back, but was tired from his failed hunt. Things whispered to him to get away, and he tried to listen but failed miserably. It didn't take long for the animal to swipe at his leg;sweeping his right leg and snapping it.

Lamenent thought it was usleless to try any longer, but his sister came and saved him. She killed the bear, but was terribly injured during the fight. She died on him by the next morning. Lamenent didn't want to keep going without her, but he dreamed of her lovely silver face telling him to go and keep moving. He would find someone that would travel with him; or even better, stop the voices. She never learned how to; but she apparently believed in him to do so.

The brute traveled with his sister's spirit for almost a year after that, and eventually he tried to bring her back. But. . . but he didn't have the strength to do it. His element and his trust in it was little to nothing; his sister's spirit vanished after staying with him for so long.

Lamenent established a strong connection with his element from then on. Spirits talked to him in dreams, whispered to him during the day and spoke with him at night.

Roleplay Sample :: Atrum couldn't help but smile at Kit's laugh. It had to be the single most sugar coated thing he had ever heard in his entire life. He dind't say anything on it of course, but his eyes gave his thoughts away, glittering as he stared at the angel.

"Huh. So we're made of the same stuff." The pixie contemplated. There was getting to be less and less that separated light from darkness. Well, opposed from the big thing; who each one served. Atrum wasn't sure if he served anyone but himself really; pixies weren't taught of any 'divine one' but the ways of nature. They were taught to always pick bad over good and right over wrong and most importantly dark over light.

It didn't surprise Atrum that only the tips were purple. He wasn't very ambituous. In fact, he was pretty laid back when it came to all around living. The only thing he was determined about really was something he was interested in. Solving puzzles and such.

"What color is yours?" Atrum asked, though now the burning curiosity was replaced with a more friendly one, one that was much easier to understand and connect with. He was interested in Kite now, the angel was almost as much of an enigma as the darkness itself; except he was clear on the other side of the spectrum. "I'm gonna guess, silver and or gold, maybe white aaaand blue." He smiled, laughing a bit. "It'd match you from what I can tell." Silver for the way he looked, gold for his heart, white for his purity and blue from. . . well, from the way he seemed to talk of his past. Like he wasn't completely content with being another globe produced servent of the 'divine one.' Made sense to him.

Other :: None at the moment.