sylvester
Hellion Mafia
Former Don[M:315][A:3]
Aphenphosmphobia- Fear of being touched
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Post by sylvester on Feb 4, 2010 18:50:46 GMT -5
G E N E R A L
Name: Sylvester Alias: Sylv Species: Lupus Gender: Male Age: 3 years
Pack: n/a Rank: Loner
P H Y S I C A L Height: 38 inches Weight: 120 lbs
Appearance: Sylv has a long shaggy pelt. His back and neck is a deep maroon, with dark grey streaks. His chest stomach and legs, is silver with a tint of red that is darker on his stomach and chest, giving him a short of pinkish look. He has long white bangs that fall across his turquoise eyes. His tail starts of maroon, fades into grey, and lightens into white. Other:
M E N T A L
Strengths: Lightening- He isn’t a master at his element yet, for he is just three years of age. But when you get to close, you get a static shook from his fur. Not enough to kill you, but it is certainly a surprise, and an unpleasant experience. Fearless- Well, he was beaten if he showed fear…so. He is pretty much fearless (besides the whole touching thing) Endurance- Sylv has great endurance. He can keep up a fight for long periods of times, and he can run longs distances. He isn’t fast, he is just fit.
Weaknesses: Aphenphosmphobia- He has the fear of being touched. Any part of you touching him, and he will bite your flipping head off, either figuratively, or literally. It doesn’t matter to him. Bad Temper- Syl has an extremely bad temper, so much show that he starts seeing red. His anger comes from the self-loathing he feels. He is deeply ashamed of his phobia, and that shame turns to hate. And he releases that hate unto others. Intolerant- You got excuses? Too bad, he doesn’t want to hear ‘em. Uptight- This guy is a regular stick-up-the-ass sour puss. He is a Debby downer! A party pooper! And he is in fact, a stick in the mud. He doesn’t like jokes, and he especially hates surprises. Dense- Sylv is extremely dense. You can’t drop this guy hints, because he will not pick up on it. He doesn’t realize when you are sad, you have to literally look him in the eye and say ‘Hey, my mood right now is a feeling of utter despair.’ Hey and by the by, he couldn’t care less, so maybe you shouldn’t tell him. Kay? Thanks.
Personality: Sylv has a very…complicated personality. He hates being touched. He loathes it. Every since that very bloody and horrific event, he hasn’t been able to bring himself to touch anybody, but the ones he is killing. He is ashamed of this fear, and totally covers it up with aggression. He snaps and he bites, but he is trying to cover up the fact that he is terrified of you.
He had a sense of loyalty though, having been raised in a pack that was all about fighting and moving as one unit. He is dignified, and will not degrade himself to do anything he deems unworthy. He is a serious wolf, who does not joke, or even says sarcastic things. He says what he means, when he means it.
What does he enjoy? Is he ever happy? Are those questions that you are asking yourself? Well, he doesn’t enjoy much. He enjoys blood. In fact he craves it. He also enjoys…carnage, warfare. He finds it exciting. As for being happy, he is rarely ever so. He finds so much to be angry about, that it’s just easier to be angry. He has to try to work at being happy, but why would he? There is gonna be something to make him angry again, so why bother? ‘Let me just be angry.’
Just because he is afraid of being touched, does not mean that he hates others. He actually needs to be in a pack, being raised in one that had such comradely, and unity. He feels useless without one.
History:
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived two great wolf packs. The story goes that these two packs lived peacefully side by side, and even banned together in times of desperation. The Alpha of one pack, in a sign of good faith, sent over his most beautiful daughter, Hatsune, to be the mate of the other Alpha’s heir, Solomon. Hatsune’s beauty was renowned throughout the land, and was the coveted by many. Solomon’s father, Hector was one of the coveters.
Hector’s Alphess died of a mysterious means. She had been a young and healthy wolf, but her life went out like a flash. Many suspected foul play, but no one dared to speculate. Hector demanded that Hatsune become his mate. This would have been fine, if Hatsune and Solomon had not fallen deeply in love. When his father ordered him to give Hatsune up, Solomon was horrified, and immediately refused. Enraged by his son’s insolence Hector brutally killed his son, and Hatsune. He even killed their pups, only sparing the strongest, who his raised as his own.
The news of the merciless slaughter of his daughter, did not take long to reach the other Alpha’s ears. A fight ensued, and then a full out war, and they have been fighting ever since… Sylvester was born during the time when the war was at its bloodiest. From an early age his parents told him of all the bloodshed and violence, not sparing the gory details. Before a pup in his pack learned to hunt, he learned to hate. He learned of war, and of the beasts on the other side of the hill that wouldn’t hesitate to kill him.
What they forgot to tell him, is why there is a war. They don’t know themselves. No one does.
Sylvester had it beaten into him at an early age, not to show fear. He was trained as was every one, to be a mindless killing machine that thirsted for wolf’s blood. Eating another wolf wasn’t taboo in his pack; it was just a way of staying healthy during hard times. The pack couldn’t hunt, for fear that the hunting party would be ambushed by the other pack. So if you wanted to live, you killed the other side’s forces.
Sylvester and his four brothers where out brawling one day, when a group of shadows detached themselves from the surrounding forest, and circled them. Syl and his brothers froze, never having been faced with the enemy before. The wolves stank of blood, and their eyes blazed with contempt as they looked upon the pups. Nobody moved for a second, and then all hell broke loss. Syl and his brothers had only just become adults, and hadn’t had any experience. The wolves against them were seasoned fighters, but they were old, and not as fast.
The fight lasted for what seemed like hours, but had to have been only minutes. Sylvester watched as one by one his brothers fell, and were disemboweled. They were being eaten right before his eyes. Then he was the only one left standing, and three wolves faced him, soaked with even more blood if that was possible. Syl braced himself to go down with a fight, when there was a flurry of movements from the forest behind him. The three wolves backed away. Reinforcements! His little sister ran up to him, apparently she had seen the fight, and and ran to get help. She slipped on the blood soaked ground, and her momentum carried her to the feet of the enemy. Syl made a move to save her, but in a flash, he saw the three savages descend on her. She was a mangled heap in seconds. Syl stood dumbfounded, as his pack mates surged past him, and attacked the three wolves.
More wolves from the other side appeared, and the slaughtering continued. Sylvester looked around at the maimed bodies of his siblings, and he was filled with such burning hatred that it threatened to consume him. He threw himself into the battle that surged around him.
That battle was the bloodiest that Syl’s pack had ever seen. They had lost many wolves, but finally it seemed that their enemy had been beaten back. Sylvester had not only lost all his siblings, but his mother and father too. It had been his first battle and it would scar him for the rest of his life.
He was left with no one, but the blood soaked savages that were his pack mates. He was sickened by all the burning red, and left his homeland without a backward glance.
As much as Sylvester wanted, he could not get the bloody imagines from his mind. He had dark urges every now and again, to kill another, and drink his blood. Thankfully, the urges had come less and less, but when they did come, it always took more to satiate his thirst.
Other: He calls everybody Comrade, unless it is a known enemy, he calls them Fiends.
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