Post by Nekorb Lous on Nov 17, 2012 15:04:00 GMT -5
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OOC name: Nekorb Lous
C-box name: FireMist
General
Name: Conall
Alias: Nekorb Lous/Nekorb [Nick-orb]
Species: Lupus
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Pack: N/A
Rank: N/A
Physical
Height: 45 in.
Weight: 170 lbs.
Appearance: Nekorb Lous is an all white Lupus that has fur as white as snow. The white on his fur is never dirty, because he constantly grooms it. His shoulders seem white, but they are actually a very, very pale grey. Both of his eyes are blue, and they always seem to be sparkling. Nekorb's tail has visible grey on the tip of it, so it matches his paws. His teeth are averagely sharp for a wolf. His body is well built, and is very strong. Nekorb has very good stamina, but he isn't a fast runner. His paws are all grey, and his fur coat is very thick. The grey on his body, besides his shoulders, are a light ash grey. His tongue is pink, but has a black spot on the middle of it. It's a mark that carries on through the family. Whenever Nekorb is mad, his tail slightly get's fluffier, instead of his hackles raising. His nose is pink, and it has black spots on it. Nekorb's tail appears limp, because he rarely wags it, but he can control it. Nekorb is as tall as a Lupus can get, which is 45 inches, but may not seem like it.
Other: His elemental power is snow.
Personality:
Nekorb Lous likes to keep a distance from wolves. He doesn't like to talk to them, because he believes they are boring. So, most of the time he hangs around wherever there is snow. He doesn't mind the cold at all, and sometimes, he can't feel it. He sometimes makes little dens made out of snow, and then sleeps there. If he is hunting, he usually makes a sudden blizzard and then easily catches his prey. Nekorb likes to make it snow gently, and usually sways back and forth calmingly with his eyes closed in a peaceful area. He makes blizzards if he wants to get away from something or if something is attacking him, he then runs away as fast as he can. He wanders around wherever he wants to, and his paw steps are always very faint, for they have never been loud. Even in fall, he makes sure he doesn't crunch on leaves because he doesn't like to let other animals know he's around. He's more of a loner, but if you put him in a pack for even a day, he could become as loyal as ever. Nekorb doesn't walk often, he jogs (or trots), everywhere. He does this because if there is any danger or anything around, he could get away from it quickly because he's already half way running. He sometimes can act childish when he is playing in the snow, but most of the time he's serious. When he's in the mood, he would fight with a wolf, but sometimes, he would just like to carry on and not waste his time by getting away with a blizzard. Nekorb also has a humorous personality, that is if you could get him to talk to you. He usually likes to hang around the mountains, but sometimes wanders away from there.
Mental
Strengths:
Stamina: Nekorb has very good stamina. Since he normally jogs everywhere, his stamina has improved over the years.
Strength: Nekorb is very strong, and isn't afraid to get in a fight. His litter mates used to play a game called 'King, the Ruler.'
Elemental Power: The first day Nekorb found his power, he's been practicing every day improving it.
Feelings: Even though Nekorb doesn't like wolves, he used to make his litter mates happy when they were sad.
Dodging: Nekorb is quick on his paws and always pays attention whenever he gets involved into something.
Learning: Nekorb has always been a fast learner, ever since he was a pup.
Defending Nekorb is good at defending himself and others because he used to stick up for other pups in his old pack.
Hiding Feelings This is both a weakness and a strength. He can't hide his anger, or his curiosity. When something is trying to trick him, he could tell easily and then stays as calm as possible. For example, if a wolf was trying to annoy him, he would just remain calm with a smirk on his face.
Weaknesses/Flaws:
Curiosity Nekorb always likes to check things out because when he feels like it, he likes to get involved into things.
Jumping Nekorb has always been bad at jumping, he just can't jump very far.
Talking Nekorb talks to himself. A lot. He doesn't argue with himself, he just... Thinks out loud.
Hiding The only time Nekorb is good at hiding, is when there is snow around because of his pelt.
Humor Since he doesn't talk to fellow wolves, he never shares his humorous personality with them.
Anger Whenever Nekorb gets mad, he talks through his teeth, with them shut, very slowly.
HISTORY:
The soft ground felt good underneath his paws. Then, there was a cold shock. He shivered, but it wasn't cold outside. His eyes slightly opened when he heard his name. Conall! Hey Conall! Nekorb opened his eyes, but only to see a world filled with whiteness. The cold stuff was everywhere. On the trees, on top of the den, on rocks, and even coming from above. It was everywhere. Nekorb jumped up and tried to bite at the small whiteness, but he didn't get very high. He kept on trying, but stopped once he heard a sweet chuckle from behind. It was his mother. His beautiful mother. Her fur was white like his, but she had blue spots everywhere. She also had the grey paws like he did. He smiled, and she smiled back with one blue eye twinkling, and the brown one dancing. She then gently put her muzzle to Nekorb's chest and nudged him. "Now now, darling. Why don't you go play with Clover?" Nekorb nodded, "Okay mother!" Her voice was as sweet as honey, and Nekorb's was smooth and clear. He padded off, trying hard not to slip on the white stuff. Once he reached Clover, she was sitting on top of a rock, sliding off of it, then hopping back on repeatedly. "What're you doing, Clove?" Nekorb asked with his young, high voice. "I'm having fun, silly fur!" Clover's voice was full of joy, as she didn't turn around to look at Nekorb watching her as he watched her continuously go up, then slide down. "Well, do you wanna play 'King the Ruler?'" Nekorb wagged his tail and moved closer to Clover with his tongue sticking out and a smile on his face. Clover stopped and finally looked at him. "Sure! Go get Akerlon for me, would ya, Conall?" She smiled and Nekorb smiled back. He nodded then ran off looking for him.
As always, Akerlon was sitting under a tree, sleeping. Nekorb tried to hold back a laugh as he watched little white things slightly fall on him. Then, ever so quietly, he jogged to the other side of the tree, stood up on his back legs with his front paws on the tree, and shook the tree and best as he could so the white, poofy stuff would fall on his brother. Surprisingly, it worked. Akerlon got hit with first a few drops, then one big poof of whiteness. Nekorb fell on the ground laughing so hard, that he couldn't hear his brother laughing, too. Akerlon walked over to his brother and pawed his face. "Ha. Ha, very funny, Conall. That snow stuff is really cold!" Nekorb rolled over only to sit down looking at at his brother with a confused face. "What's snow?" His brother chucked and smiled, "Remember? Mother said the white stuff was snow! Or were you just so excited you weren't listening to her?" Nekorb shrugged and tugged on Akerlon's ear playfully, trotting back to Clover with his brother following. "I got him!" Clover smiled, then jumped and tackled Nekorb playfully. He was the youngest one of the three, but was the size of Clover, who was the oldest. Akerlon jumped onto the both of them laughing. Then, at that very moment, was the last time Nekorb got to feel what love, friendship, hope, and dreams were like. A member of the pack was watching them from afar, and was sneaking closer, only to get revenge on the mother. As the 3 pups tussled around, the wolf finally got close enough to pounce on the pups.
The three struggled to get up from the wolf's body, but one he got up, he quickly bit Akerlon, and the loudest cry came up. The mother ran outside and tackled the wolf, and they fought for a bit why Clover and Nekorb were running away, as fast as they could. Unfortunately, it wasn't fast enough. After shouts of the mother and wolf fighting with each other, the wolf hit her hard with his paw which knocked her onto the ground and started running after the pups. His goal was to kill all three of them. He wanted to mate with the mother. He has ever since they were little. Then, he was outranked by another, and that wolf took her as his. This horrid wolf wanted revenge, and he was going to get it. Nekorb and Clover stayed together making quick twists and turns throughout the territory. Then, all of a sudden it seemed as if, they were at the edge of a cliff. As the looked back, the wolf was right behind them. Nekorb and Clover looked at each other and turned around. It was too far for them to jump, and if they did, they would land in an icy river. The wolf jumped for Clover, and that's when Nekorb jumped. Down. A shock of coldness hit him hard, almost paralyzing him. As he reached the surface again, he swam as best as he could across the river, and ran like he has never ran before. He didn't stop, he couldn't stop. Although he did run in a very large circle. When he returned to his den, he found his mother, brother, and his sister dead. By the looks of it, his mother was probably brutally raped and killed afterwards. Nekorb walked over to them slowly, and gently put a paw on his sister, as an oily tear rolled down his face. He wasn't cold anymore. He was lonely. He didn't fell anything. Just hurt, stabbed, depressed. Nekorb turned around and walked off without saying a word, one by one a tear rolling down his face. The blood from his sister got onto his paws, and was leaving a track now, in the crunchy snow. He was old enough when his mother had started teaching them how to hunt small animals, so he did that to survive, and slept in old dens or holes. When Nekorb turned one, he found his power. He practiced it everyday, and every night. He would make blizzards for his entertainment, and he would always hang around the mountains. Everyday as he got older, he would talk to himself, or play with his elemental power. Finally, one day, he said, "I have nothing left. My life is gone. Everything I loved, is gone. I'm not Conall anymore. I'm broken. My soul is broken. My new name is Nekorb Lous. Backwards, it's Broken Soul. I shall never tell any wolf my original name, for they might be related, or even friends, with that... that.. Monster of a Wolf."
"I am Nekorb Lous."
OOC name: Nekorb Lous
C-box name: FireMist
General
Name: Conall
Alias: Nekorb Lous/Nekorb [Nick-orb]
Species: Lupus
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Pack: N/A
Rank: N/A
Physical
Height: 45 in.
Weight: 170 lbs.
Appearance: Nekorb Lous is an all white Lupus that has fur as white as snow. The white on his fur is never dirty, because he constantly grooms it. His shoulders seem white, but they are actually a very, very pale grey. Both of his eyes are blue, and they always seem to be sparkling. Nekorb's tail has visible grey on the tip of it, so it matches his paws. His teeth are averagely sharp for a wolf. His body is well built, and is very strong. Nekorb has very good stamina, but he isn't a fast runner. His paws are all grey, and his fur coat is very thick. The grey on his body, besides his shoulders, are a light ash grey. His tongue is pink, but has a black spot on the middle of it. It's a mark that carries on through the family. Whenever Nekorb is mad, his tail slightly get's fluffier, instead of his hackles raising. His nose is pink, and it has black spots on it. Nekorb's tail appears limp, because he rarely wags it, but he can control it. Nekorb is as tall as a Lupus can get, which is 45 inches, but may not seem like it.
Other: His elemental power is snow.
Personality:
Nekorb Lous likes to keep a distance from wolves. He doesn't like to talk to them, because he believes they are boring. So, most of the time he hangs around wherever there is snow. He doesn't mind the cold at all, and sometimes, he can't feel it. He sometimes makes little dens made out of snow, and then sleeps there. If he is hunting, he usually makes a sudden blizzard and then easily catches his prey. Nekorb likes to make it snow gently, and usually sways back and forth calmingly with his eyes closed in a peaceful area. He makes blizzards if he wants to get away from something or if something is attacking him, he then runs away as fast as he can. He wanders around wherever he wants to, and his paw steps are always very faint, for they have never been loud. Even in fall, he makes sure he doesn't crunch on leaves because he doesn't like to let other animals know he's around. He's more of a loner, but if you put him in a pack for even a day, he could become as loyal as ever. Nekorb doesn't walk often, he jogs (or trots), everywhere. He does this because if there is any danger or anything around, he could get away from it quickly because he's already half way running. He sometimes can act childish when he is playing in the snow, but most of the time he's serious. When he's in the mood, he would fight with a wolf, but sometimes, he would just like to carry on and not waste his time by getting away with a blizzard. Nekorb also has a humorous personality, that is if you could get him to talk to you. He usually likes to hang around the mountains, but sometimes wanders away from there.
Mental
Strengths:
Stamina: Nekorb has very good stamina. Since he normally jogs everywhere, his stamina has improved over the years.
Strength: Nekorb is very strong, and isn't afraid to get in a fight. His litter mates used to play a game called 'King, the Ruler.'
Elemental Power: The first day Nekorb found his power, he's been practicing every day improving it.
Feelings: Even though Nekorb doesn't like wolves, he used to make his litter mates happy when they were sad.
Dodging: Nekorb is quick on his paws and always pays attention whenever he gets involved into something.
Learning: Nekorb has always been a fast learner, ever since he was a pup.
Defending Nekorb is good at defending himself and others because he used to stick up for other pups in his old pack.
Hiding Feelings This is both a weakness and a strength. He can't hide his anger, or his curiosity. When something is trying to trick him, he could tell easily and then stays as calm as possible. For example, if a wolf was trying to annoy him, he would just remain calm with a smirk on his face.
Weaknesses/Flaws:
Curiosity Nekorb always likes to check things out because when he feels like it, he likes to get involved into things.
Jumping Nekorb has always been bad at jumping, he just can't jump very far.
Talking Nekorb talks to himself. A lot. He doesn't argue with himself, he just... Thinks out loud.
Hiding The only time Nekorb is good at hiding, is when there is snow around because of his pelt.
Humor Since he doesn't talk to fellow wolves, he never shares his humorous personality with them.
Anger Whenever Nekorb gets mad, he talks through his teeth, with them shut, very slowly.
HISTORY:
The soft ground felt good underneath his paws. Then, there was a cold shock. He shivered, but it wasn't cold outside. His eyes slightly opened when he heard his name. Conall! Hey Conall! Nekorb opened his eyes, but only to see a world filled with whiteness. The cold stuff was everywhere. On the trees, on top of the den, on rocks, and even coming from above. It was everywhere. Nekorb jumped up and tried to bite at the small whiteness, but he didn't get very high. He kept on trying, but stopped once he heard a sweet chuckle from behind. It was his mother. His beautiful mother. Her fur was white like his, but she had blue spots everywhere. She also had the grey paws like he did. He smiled, and she smiled back with one blue eye twinkling, and the brown one dancing. She then gently put her muzzle to Nekorb's chest and nudged him. "Now now, darling. Why don't you go play with Clover?" Nekorb nodded, "Okay mother!" Her voice was as sweet as honey, and Nekorb's was smooth and clear. He padded off, trying hard not to slip on the white stuff. Once he reached Clover, she was sitting on top of a rock, sliding off of it, then hopping back on repeatedly. "What're you doing, Clove?" Nekorb asked with his young, high voice. "I'm having fun, silly fur!" Clover's voice was full of joy, as she didn't turn around to look at Nekorb watching her as he watched her continuously go up, then slide down. "Well, do you wanna play 'King the Ruler?'" Nekorb wagged his tail and moved closer to Clover with his tongue sticking out and a smile on his face. Clover stopped and finally looked at him. "Sure! Go get Akerlon for me, would ya, Conall?" She smiled and Nekorb smiled back. He nodded then ran off looking for him.
As always, Akerlon was sitting under a tree, sleeping. Nekorb tried to hold back a laugh as he watched little white things slightly fall on him. Then, ever so quietly, he jogged to the other side of the tree, stood up on his back legs with his front paws on the tree, and shook the tree and best as he could so the white, poofy stuff would fall on his brother. Surprisingly, it worked. Akerlon got hit with first a few drops, then one big poof of whiteness. Nekorb fell on the ground laughing so hard, that he couldn't hear his brother laughing, too. Akerlon walked over to his brother and pawed his face. "Ha. Ha, very funny, Conall. That snow stuff is really cold!" Nekorb rolled over only to sit down looking at at his brother with a confused face. "What's snow?" His brother chucked and smiled, "Remember? Mother said the white stuff was snow! Or were you just so excited you weren't listening to her?" Nekorb shrugged and tugged on Akerlon's ear playfully, trotting back to Clover with his brother following. "I got him!" Clover smiled, then jumped and tackled Nekorb playfully. He was the youngest one of the three, but was the size of Clover, who was the oldest. Akerlon jumped onto the both of them laughing. Then, at that very moment, was the last time Nekorb got to feel what love, friendship, hope, and dreams were like. A member of the pack was watching them from afar, and was sneaking closer, only to get revenge on the mother. As the 3 pups tussled around, the wolf finally got close enough to pounce on the pups.
The three struggled to get up from the wolf's body, but one he got up, he quickly bit Akerlon, and the loudest cry came up. The mother ran outside and tackled the wolf, and they fought for a bit why Clover and Nekorb were running away, as fast as they could. Unfortunately, it wasn't fast enough. After shouts of the mother and wolf fighting with each other, the wolf hit her hard with his paw which knocked her onto the ground and started running after the pups. His goal was to kill all three of them. He wanted to mate with the mother. He has ever since they were little. Then, he was outranked by another, and that wolf took her as his. This horrid wolf wanted revenge, and he was going to get it. Nekorb and Clover stayed together making quick twists and turns throughout the territory. Then, all of a sudden it seemed as if, they were at the edge of a cliff. As the looked back, the wolf was right behind them. Nekorb and Clover looked at each other and turned around. It was too far for them to jump, and if they did, they would land in an icy river. The wolf jumped for Clover, and that's when Nekorb jumped. Down. A shock of coldness hit him hard, almost paralyzing him. As he reached the surface again, he swam as best as he could across the river, and ran like he has never ran before. He didn't stop, he couldn't stop. Although he did run in a very large circle. When he returned to his den, he found his mother, brother, and his sister dead. By the looks of it, his mother was probably brutally raped and killed afterwards. Nekorb walked over to them slowly, and gently put a paw on his sister, as an oily tear rolled down his face. He wasn't cold anymore. He was lonely. He didn't fell anything. Just hurt, stabbed, depressed. Nekorb turned around and walked off without saying a word, one by one a tear rolling down his face. The blood from his sister got onto his paws, and was leaving a track now, in the crunchy snow. He was old enough when his mother had started teaching them how to hunt small animals, so he did that to survive, and slept in old dens or holes. When Nekorb turned one, he found his power. He practiced it everyday, and every night. He would make blizzards for his entertainment, and he would always hang around the mountains. Everyday as he got older, he would talk to himself, or play with his elemental power. Finally, one day, he said, "I have nothing left. My life is gone. Everything I loved, is gone. I'm not Conall anymore. I'm broken. My soul is broken. My new name is Nekorb Lous. Backwards, it's Broken Soul. I shall never tell any wolf my original name, for they might be related, or even friends, with that... that.. Monster of a Wolf."
"I am Nekorb Lous."
