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Post by Fahrenheit° on Dec 7, 2010 16:39:36 GMT -5
General Name: Fahrenheit Alias: Fahren Species: Lupus Gender: Male Age: 6,387 Pack: Kingdom of the Heru-Bes Rank: Priest
Physical Height: 45" Weight: 195 Appearance: Fahrenheit's fur thick, shaggy and completely red. It is constantle blending and shifting between different shades, ranging from bright red, to the rusty color of dried blood. In the sun, his fur shines brilliantly, reflecting off the many golden hairs hidden in his pelt. He has lime green eyes, with flecks of yellow.
Other: Mental Strengths: Excellent Liar- He can spin lies as easily as a spider spins it's web. Brave- Not so much brave, as knowing he can't die, so he doesn't care what dangers he faces. Fire&Water- He has had a long time practicing his powers. Weaknesses: Suicidal- He one goal in life is to die Compulsive lair- He lies about the most simple of things. Like what he name is, or what he last had to eat. Vain- He only loves himself. Uncaring- Be alive as long as he has, and you would get apathetic to. Hunting- He doesn't hunt, and he hasn't in a long time. Why would you, if you can't die?
Personality: Fahrenheit has more then one personality, it all depends. He can be the good guy, or the bad guy. The guy that has all the answers or the guy that is eccentric and talks to himself. He has been around all sorts of wolves. Romantics, masochists, daredevils, psychotic killers. Well he only met one psychotic killer: himself. So Fahrenheit is used to just taking on the role that is most beneficial to himself at any given time. Usually he will switch between many roles in the same week, confusing the wits out of the wolves around him, especially if he went from sweet, timid wolf to badass, punk wolf.
He is a compulsive lair. He always was, even before his curse. He can’t tell even the simplest of truths. He has come up will all sorts of names for himself, Fahrenheit being his current alias. Truth be told, he doesn’t even remember his real name. (It was something like Aeducyanadorian Mossytdor)
He is at ease in any situation. He never feels threatened or embarrassed, or out of place. Why should he? He’s not ever threatened, because he can’t die, and if he does, then sweet relief. He is never embarrassed of feels out of place because what does it matter? They’ll all be dead soon anyway.
He knows how to fit in. He does not show off his age, or power. He likes to blend. He wont try to usurp a pack, or burn down an entire forest, not anymore any way.
History: Fahrenheit was born in a time and place much different from our own. There were many more predators, and the prey was much harder to kill. It was a dangerous time.
That was many millennia ago…I don’t remember much of that time. One day stands out in my memory, though. It’s like it happened just yesterday. It was hot. Unbearably hot. The exotic trees seemed to trap the heat beneath their vibrant green canopy, instead of offering shade from the sun. The humidity made it hard to breathe; especially since I was running for my life. I hurled my body through the thick underbrush, not bothering to dodge around the razor sharp burrs protecting much of the plant life. Most of the thorns averaged the size of one of my fangs, and we all learned from a young age to maneuver around them. I didn’t have that luxury today. I ran right through them, cutting my chest, face, and legs to ribbons. I had hoped that my pursuers would take more care of their skin, and take the long way around, but no such luck. They plowed through the thorns just as I had. Blood trailed behind me. The blood loss coupled with the severe heat made my head woozy. I was slowing down. I would be caught. I would die here, alone in the middle of the jungle. There were two of them. They were out for revenge. I had taken both of their mates to my den. I was stupid back then. I had thought I was hot shit, and that the rules didn’t apply to me. I hadn’t learned that every action had consequences. Boy, do have I learned my lesson. They caught me. They were not gentle. I put up a fight, but already I had lost so much blood. They tore at my fur. Red stained red. I blacked out. When I woke up, my head throbbed, and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I could feel the end near, and I waited quietly for death. I just wanted one last comfort…I wanted water to soothe my burning throat. I looked at the trees around me…unfamiliar. I rolled onto my stomach, pain assaulted me from everywhere. I inched forward, but I didn’t get far. Couldn’t. The pain was too much. I groaned and rolled over, only to feel wetness against my back. In my delirious state, I thought it was my own pool of blood, but slowly I realized that it was cold, and flowing. Sweet merciful heaven! It was water! Eagerly I lapped up the cool water. I should have noticed something weird then…The water was cold. Why would the water be cold? It was more then a hundred degrees out. Well, again I was on Death’s door, so I wasn't paying much attention to the temperature of the water. Refreshed I closed my eyes, ready to die… The next day I woke up. Not only did I wake up, I woke up healed. My body was fixed. Completely. At the time I thought it was a miracle. I soon learned that it was a curse.
Fahrenheit thought he figured out what had happened. In the beginning he had just thought the water made him able to heal. Not once did he think that it had also given him eternal life.
He lived his life with reckless abandon after that. He wandered all over the place, not worrying about anything. He took many mates, picked lots of fights, took risks, he didn’t care what he did.
At some point he fell in love, and that changed everything. He took care of himself, and lived a careful life. When people are in love, they tend to be blind to the most obvious of facts. It wasn’t until his mate was a wizened old thing, and he looked like he hadn’t aged a day since he was four, did Fahrenheit finally face the facts. He was immortal.
He didn’t hang aground for his beloved to die, he left her. He has never regretted anything more completely.
The years that follow are a blur of insanity, and with flashes of sanity thrown in their. Fahrenheit handled it okay at first, but after sometimes he went crazy. Batshit crazy. He attacked entire packs, ate them, and burned down their lands with his power of fire. He collected their bones and kept the in a pile in a hidden cave behind a waterfall. He rolled around in their blood before sating it ablaze. He held no mercy or discrimination. He killed everything. Soon people were talking of a wolf made out of burning coal that set fire to everything it touch, a myth that has prevailed to present time.
The insanity did not last long. He got his mind back, but by this time he was 300 years old, and had killed quite a number of wolves. His pile of bones filled the entire cave, from front to back, floor to ceiling.
It was hard to come to terms with what he had done. He became crazy again, this time he tried to invent ways to kill himself. Nothing worked. He always woke up perfectly fine the next day. His sanity came back, but he remained depressed.
A little Sennyo became attached to him, and he fell in love once again. The Sennyo was surprised that after ten years he still hadn’t become old, and Fahrenheit told her his story. He showed her the cave, and she never looked at him the same way again. He knew that she was terrified of him.
Needless to say, it ended. Fahrenheit returned to his killing spree. He had lost faith in his kind.
What changed it all for Fahrenheit was a tiny little lupus pup. Fahrenheit had taken to burning the lands while the wolves still lived, in the dead of night so they would be asleep and less likely to escape the inferno. A pup did escape though, by controlling water. He watched the small thing struggle to keep the water in liquid form, trying to form a barrier around himself so he could escape the inferno. But the water kept becoming steam. Ultimately the pup failed, and burned.
That was how Fahrenheit’s second power manifested itself. The guilt came slamming into Fahrenheit, taking his breath away. Fahrenheit seized hold of the steam, compressed it back into water, and put out the fire surrounding the pup, before he realized what he was doing.
He was too late, the put was dead. But he never returned to burning down pack lands. He had his new power now. He used his fire to destroy, but now he could use water to heal.
The new power was like a balm to his aching heart, though he knew he could ever take back what he done. He changed his ways and learned to fit in. He decided to just float through life, and hope that one day he could figure out a way to die.
Other: Fahrenheit has had more then a thousand life times to perfect both his power of fire and water. He can maintain and control large blazes as easily as he breathes. He can pull water out of the air, or up from the ground. He can compress water into ice, or dissipate it. He can move plants by moving the water inside them. He has a theory that he can control wolves by controlling the water in them, like plants, but he has never tried, nor does he want to, thinking back on his very very bloody past.
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