Post by Gabjas on Mar 31, 2013 20:45:47 GMT -6
Name: Ambrose MacHeath
Gender: Male
Age: 30 moons
Species: Dire Wolf
Kingdom: Beyond the Beyond
Position: Gnaw Wolf
Mate: Maia
Description/Picture: Ambrose has onyx fur covering his muscular body. His eyes are a light crystalline cerulean and his nose is as black as his coat. His front left paw is twisted back, a deformity inflicted by the cruel leader of the MacHeath Clan to make him eligible as a Gnaw Wolf.
Personality: Because of what he suffered as a pup because of his father, a descendant of the original MacHeath, he is often timid to speak. He is a brave wolf though, and pure of heart. The only wolf he will confide in is his mate, Maia.
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
History: Born amongst a litter of six, he was unfortunate enough to be the runt, and the fate of the runt is often grim in the ways of a Dire Wolf. His father, in an attempt to make him eligible as a Gnaw Wolf, maimed him brutally despite the protests of his mother. At the age of one moon, his father had left him with several deep gashes in his chest and his front left paw twisted. He grew up as a reject, always fed the mere scraps that remained of prey. His mother, however, slipped him haunches when she could and he managed to grow strong despite the malnourishment.
The pack rebelled against the atrocious tyranny of his father and he was banished into the shadows of the outer Beyond the Beyond to scavenge and fend for himself. Ambrose, despite their difference in ranks, fell in love with a beautiful white wolf named Maia who served as an Outflanker. She agreed to be his mate and in a few moons, Maia had given birth to three pups. His father, now crippled with age and drunk with anger and jealousy, returned on one fateful night. He attacked the pups, attempting to maim them like he had to his son. Maia fought valiantly, but Ambrose was petrified with fear of his father and cowered, doing nothing. From the air came a loud hoot and a blur of feathers plummeted from the sky, talons piercing the flesh of his father. A great skirmish ensued between the wolf and owl wearing gleaming armor and eventually, his dad fell to the ground in a pool of his blood and perished.
Sadly, the pups died of their wounds and left the parent to grieve. The owl apologized for their loss and introduced himself as a Guardian of Ga'Hoole, noting that he could stay no longer for he was needed at a great battle taking place over Kuneer. Ambrose thanked him profusely and would be forever gratified to the owl and the Guardians of Ga'Hoole.
Ambrose did not take the death of his offspring lightly, he spiraled into a period of depression. He refused to eat and sleep was very rare for him. He barely spoke, even to his own mate. "It was all my fault. If I had only been more brave, they would not be dead."
It's all my fault.
IC:
That night, a wolf as black as the dusk threw his muzzle to the wind and howled. He howled in grief and pain and sorrow. He howled for his children that he had watched die. He limped towards his mate, taking a moment to marvel at her beauty before nodding once as a signal. "We run." he said and broke into a sprint, delayed greatly by his twisted paw.
He glanced up at the stars, noting the constellations and spreading them out in his mind like an infinite map. Their destination was a kingdom named Kuneer; Ambrose and his mate, Maia, owed a great debt the Guardians of Ga'Hoole for one of their soldiers had fought his father in an attempt to rescue Ambrose's pups. A debt they would fulfill by assisting the Guardians in battle. They hear a war between the Guardians and the Pure Ones was brewing and Kuneer was the unfortunate land that would carry the bloodshed of many. As he ran, the wolf muttered beneath his breath his vow."For the owls that risk their lives for others each night and day, I vow that my life will be theirs. I will fight with them until the battle is won, or die trying. By Lupus I do swear."
Codeword: *starred out by Gabjas*
Other: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 30 moons
Species: Dire Wolf
Kingdom: Beyond the Beyond
Position: Gnaw Wolf
Mate: Maia
Description/Picture: Ambrose has onyx fur covering his muscular body. His eyes are a light crystalline cerulean and his nose is as black as his coat. His front left paw is twisted back, a deformity inflicted by the cruel leader of the MacHeath Clan to make him eligible as a Gnaw Wolf.
Personality: Because of what he suffered as a pup because of his father, a descendant of the original MacHeath, he is often timid to speak. He is a brave wolf though, and pure of heart. The only wolf he will confide in is his mate, Maia.
Strengths:
- Strong and Fierce - despite his bad paw, Ambrose is muscular and powerful. His claws are sharp and his jaw is capable of crushing a wolf's neck with a single bite.
- Intelligent - Ambrose is witty in both combat and in thought. Due to his tendency to like being alone, he often spends hours on end thinking about random topics. A particular interest of his is the mysterious and intriguing Others, who went extinct centuries ago, leaving behind artifacts.
- Protective and Loyal - he may not be able to trust many others, everyone that knows him is aware that he is a loyal companion. He may not talk to a pack member, but if their life is threatened, he will protect them with his life. This builds a strong bond that Ambrose may not even be aware of.
Weaknesses:
- Twisted paw - he has somewhat adapted to this disability, but the twisted paw still creates great difficulty for him when running and he tends to be slower.
- Lack of Trust - other than his beloved mate, Maia, Ambrose often finds it hard to trust in others, even his pack mates.
- Self Hatred - After his pups were murdered by his father, a wolf he had feared his entire life, and was to afraid to fight back, he grieved for days. He did not eat or sleep and barely spoke at all, not even to Maia. He blamed himself for their demise.
History: Born amongst a litter of six, he was unfortunate enough to be the runt, and the fate of the runt is often grim in the ways of a Dire Wolf. His father, in an attempt to make him eligible as a Gnaw Wolf, maimed him brutally despite the protests of his mother. At the age of one moon, his father had left him with several deep gashes in his chest and his front left paw twisted. He grew up as a reject, always fed the mere scraps that remained of prey. His mother, however, slipped him haunches when she could and he managed to grow strong despite the malnourishment.
The pack rebelled against the atrocious tyranny of his father and he was banished into the shadows of the outer Beyond the Beyond to scavenge and fend for himself. Ambrose, despite their difference in ranks, fell in love with a beautiful white wolf named Maia who served as an Outflanker. She agreed to be his mate and in a few moons, Maia had given birth to three pups. His father, now crippled with age and drunk with anger and jealousy, returned on one fateful night. He attacked the pups, attempting to maim them like he had to his son. Maia fought valiantly, but Ambrose was petrified with fear of his father and cowered, doing nothing. From the air came a loud hoot and a blur of feathers plummeted from the sky, talons piercing the flesh of his father. A great skirmish ensued between the wolf and owl wearing gleaming armor and eventually, his dad fell to the ground in a pool of his blood and perished.
Sadly, the pups died of their wounds and left the parent to grieve. The owl apologized for their loss and introduced himself as a Guardian of Ga'Hoole, noting that he could stay no longer for he was needed at a great battle taking place over Kuneer. Ambrose thanked him profusely and would be forever gratified to the owl and the Guardians of Ga'Hoole.
Ambrose did not take the death of his offspring lightly, he spiraled into a period of depression. He refused to eat and sleep was very rare for him. He barely spoke, even to his own mate. "It was all my fault. If I had only been more brave, they would not be dead."
It's all my fault.
IC:
That night, a wolf as black as the dusk threw his muzzle to the wind and howled. He howled in grief and pain and sorrow. He howled for his children that he had watched die. He limped towards his mate, taking a moment to marvel at her beauty before nodding once as a signal. "We run." he said and broke into a sprint, delayed greatly by his twisted paw.
He glanced up at the stars, noting the constellations and spreading them out in his mind like an infinite map. Their destination was a kingdom named Kuneer; Ambrose and his mate, Maia, owed a great debt the Guardians of Ga'Hoole for one of their soldiers had fought his father in an attempt to rescue Ambrose's pups. A debt they would fulfill by assisting the Guardians in battle. They hear a war between the Guardians and the Pure Ones was brewing and Kuneer was the unfortunate land that would carry the bloodshed of many. As he ran, the wolf muttered beneath his breath his vow."For the owls that risk their lives for others each night and day, I vow that my life will be theirs. I will fight with them until the battle is won, or die trying. By Lupus I do swear."
Codeword: *starred out by Gabjas*
Other: N/A
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