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7/22/2010 @ 6:08 PM CST
There is a plot poll. Please vote on it by clicking here. - Diana
7/21/2010 @ 2:57 PM CST
Hi Everyone;
As you can see, ownership of Silver Mountain has changed hands again, and hopefully for the last time. Some of you may remember me from old wolf role plays such as Great Ebony Realm, Ora...
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Name: Blackheart Evirex
Age: 4 1/2
Mate: None
Gender: Male
Species: British Columbian
Description: One great tank of a wolf, Blackheart stands 4'5" at the shoulder and spans a good 6'4" in length. While not a swift mover over long distances, his wall of muscle can push him over short distances quite effectively, and his mass of 135lbs can knock over almost anything he sets his mind to.
His pelt is typical of his breed, sooty black in colour, though silvery white creases his face and resides on his lower muzzle, giving him that 'salt and pepper' aged look that suits him quite well. His lower legs are of an odd, reddish mahogany brown colour, appearing as though he's waded through a river of blood that's permanently dyed the fur. His eyes are dark green in colour, and in recent times, have aquired flecks of a similar mahogany brown that covers his lower legs.
Kin: None
Personality: Cold, distant, and exceedingly vicious, Blackheart embodies his name in many aspects. He's quick to snap at those who cross him, usually in violent ways, and has little care for those who may be upset by his mannerism. He's done away with his fair share of other wolves who sought to challenge him, and it has only fueled his ever blackening personality.
There are odd times, which are coming fewer and further between, when one can catch him in strangely affectionate or lonely moods, ghosts of his former self that was ruined and abandoned not long ago. It's possible the damage can be reverted, but only by somebody more stubborn than he is.
History: Blackheart Evirex was not always known by this name.
He was born Vincent? von Thalan, a cub from a unforseen union between an Alpha's mate and a wandering loner wolf. His mother, known simply as Vanity, was almost thrown out of the pack, but managed to explain to his adopted father, Halberd von Thalan, that she was attacked and forced, which was true. Vincent? was the only one of the four cubs born to survive, becoming Alpha Heir by relation to the present Alpha's mate.
Vince, as he was soon to be known as, was doted on by many of the pack members, and had quite the opposite attitude of Blackheart. He was very happy-go-lucky and friendly, and everything was going very well for him from a very early age. He even had a potential mate by the time he was one and a half, a female of his age range, and was all set up for his father to step down as Alpha so he could take over.
It was then, however, that they arrived. The very same wolf that had raped his mother and a friend of his, both hulking BC wolves, arrived one clear, cool summer morning and declared that they were taking over the pack. Halberd rallied the back to stand up to them and drove them off, for a few hours. Later that same day, under cover of night, they re-entere the packlands and began slaughtering the males of the pack, beginning with Halberd.
Vince had been off with his mate-to-be, and returned to the sight of his adoptive father and many other wolves staring at him with lifeless eyes, save for two of them. Heartless, his biological father, and his friend were the only other male wolves standing. The females had given up the fight shortly before his arrival, most unable to even try to stand up to the pair, and those that did were beaten and broken, among other unsavoury things. Heartless recognised that Vincent? was his, however, for they looked almost exactly alike, save for the eye colour, which Vince had inherited from his mother.
Heartless found this immensely entertaining, and immediately set about making Vince his own son, changing his name to Blackheart and effectively beating the good-hearted soul from his body. Heartless' rule would not last long.
Blackheart snapped, finally, when he was three years of age. After a year of gruelling work and abuse from his father, he'd grown to be just as big and hulking, but decidedly more intelligent. When Blackheart was finally pushed too far, he turned on the gloating Heartless and tore his throat out.
Heartless' friend fled at the sight of the larger wolf twitching on the ground in a pool of his own blood, suffocating. Blackheart declared himself Alpha and set about trying to repair the pack's rankings, but the damage to himself was beyond repair. He snapped at everyone, even Vanity, and continually grew colder and more distant. Not even the she-wolf he had fallen for brought a smile to him.
Eventually, one day, he started running after something. He can't remember what, all he knew was that he was running, and he ran for a very long time. Hours stretched into days, stopping only to drink or hunt briefly, or catch a bit of rest, before getting up to run more. His solitude on this run made him forget his home, his mother, and his love.
For six long months, this continued, constantly moving from one spot to another, not caring about territory boundaries. Countless sentries from many packs mysteriously vanished, only to be discovered on the boundary of their patrol, throats torn out in much the same manner as Heartless'.
Blackheart arrived on Silver Mountain soil at the end of this long trekk, the haze that clouded his mind finally lifted, only to reveal himself miles away from what he once called home, spiralling himself deeper into his depression. Presently a loner, he has intention of joining a pack, once he feels his mind is in a better place to follow, rather than lead.
OOC Name: Vander
What lies deep beneath,
And remains unseen,
That which was,
But should have never been.
Blackheart...
There's little reason for you to pay mind to me. I was not always so... I once had feeling, compassion. I once was alive with emotion. No longer. Beaten and broken, I was reformed into what you see before you... a cold hearted killer...
But a shadow of who I was lingers, and though I thought him dead long ago, I pray for his return. |
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