Vernado

[Maya]

VERNADO

"I've had my moments; days in the sun.
Moments I was second to none.
Moments when I knew I did
what I thought I couldn't do...
Looking at me now you might not know it
but I've had my moments."

this is me in the flesh,

NAME: Vernado
NICKNAME(S): N/A
PRONUNCIATION: VERN-ah-dough
POSITION: Dominor
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taste the sky,

AGE: Five years
GENDER: Male
BREED: Timber Wolf x Arctic Wolf
HEIGHT: 32 inches
APPEARANCE: Coat: Vernado has an interesting coat color. He is not solidly white like most would think he would be. He does have white within his coat, but a dark gray takes over the majority of his coat. This dark gray is more predominant around his legs, and fades into a lighter hue around his belly and paws. His back is a subtle white, but towards his face and neck this white is more defined. His ears are a dark gray at the tips, and then fade into a lighter gray at the base of them. His coat is usually thick and coarse. It can be pleasant to touch, but for the most part it’s rather rough like sandpaper.


Build: Vernado is abnormally large for an Arctic Wolf cross of his size; however, this is due to genetics. His father was ridiculously large, but Vernado’s height is a respective 32 inches. His weight is the normal 175 pounds, though most of this is muscle mass. He uses his brute strength to his advantage when necessary, though what he lacks is the true speed to evade others. One cannot have it all when it comes to being on the heftier side. Vernado has a broad chest and shoulders, making him seem rather wide but in this category it’s a reasonable size.

Eye Color: His eyes are a deep mocha brown, and tend to be inexpressive. They do take on the appearance of being lifeless and cold, but it is out of habit.

thoughts that make me go insane,

PERSONALITY: Vernado is stand-offish. He is hard to approach due to his sheer size and the scars that flaw his muscular body. A look of solemnity always covers his face, and he is hard to read. He finds the show of emotion to show vulnerability, and refuses to show it. Nothing at all can faze him, and in fact, he is hard to get a reaction out of him. He expects everything, and can detect other wolves easily. Vernado is unpredictable. One minute he can be calm, and then the next he can be completely outraged. And trust me; you don’t want to be around him when he’s angry. He has a wild and untamable temperament. It is not so easy to provoke his temperament, but once his anger has bubbled out of control, he will stop at nothing. He will kill if he has to, and in fact has throughout his past. Vernado is serious, and is incredibly mature. It is practically almost impossible to make him laugh. He doesn’t play games. Vernado is wise and gives out good advice, though if you’re the type that won’t take his opinion or perspective on a situation then he won’t give it, and will dismiss you from his presence. Vernado is powerful both inside and out. He’ll do whatever he can to protect the other beings that mean the most to him, however most of the time these beings are pups. He spends his time and favors to be surrounded by a group of pups. When he’s around them, his defensive and cold demeanor falls completely. And he becomes a big, playful male, though pups are the only ones to make him laugh heartily. There has always been something about pups, and they can look past the scars, and approach him with ease. He has found it easier to talk to pups than those around his age. And he doubts it will ever change. It’s something about their wondering mind, that constantly asks questions, and he knows they strive to learn. Vernado – if he sees an abandoned pup – will in a heartbeat take them under his nonexistent wings. And those that he “adopted,” will be protected for life.

Vernado is stubborn and determined, and to a certain degree he is anti-social. When he wants something bad enough, he’ll go to any measure to get it. He is opinionated, and those who do not respect him in general might as well not speak to him or look at him. Though he tends to avoid confrontation, he will be the first to confront you on anything he may have heard from another being. If Vernado has a problem with you, you will be the first to find out. He doesn’t and never will care for what others think about him. And their opinion on who he is has never effected him in any way, and it will certainly not start now. Vernado is definitely mysterious and dark in a way which makes it that much harder to approach him. He rarely speaks, but when he does he’ll make sure you’ll listen to what he has to say. To him, actions speak louder than words. He acts on impulse, and thrives off of adrenaline rushes. Vernado has no fears of anything or so it seems, but these fears remain hidden. He is far from open, and tends to keep everything locked away. To him, he has no soul, and if any it has been buried away. His heart is genuine and he has others interests in his favor. However, if you befriend Vernado, you have found a loyal and trustworthy friend who will – no doubt – be there for you until the end. He cares for others before himself, and cares for himself last. Vernado has issues in and out of himself, but he refuses to share anything about his past. And due to these “problems” he has trust issues. Trust is earned and not magically given over, and it will take a good amount of time and effort to gain his entire trust. Pups gain it almost instantly, but older wolves must gain it. Vernado is mainly level-headed, and prefers to listen to each side of the story rather than taking the violent way out, though finds himself doing that when his temperament is out of his control. Vernado is also a realist. He will never sugar-coat the truth, and will you tell you up front about things. The truth hurts, and reality does too. He is also a strong believer in the ideology of “An eye for an eye.” You treat him badly; he’ll treat you badly – if not worse – in return. He will give you the bitter taste of your own medicine to make you learn a lesson. Vernado no doubt is aggressive in certain situations, and so beware. You never know when he might strike.

all over my shoulder,

FATHER: Muraco
MOTHER: Jingle
SIBLINGS: Rovinare [M], Notte [F]
HISTORY: Birthed to two very devoted parents, Vernado and his siblings were consistently showered with love and support. Vernado was the more rebellious out of the two others, resisting the affection for more “macho” varieties. He often sparred with his father since he saw two other males doing do in the pack they resided in. Though Muraco was older and more experienced, Vernado had an innate ability to spar rather well with his father. Rovinare often took part in the sparring, occasionally trying to defeat his older brother who was the largest in the litter. Rovinare was moderately bulky, close to Vernado, and Notte was femininely bulky.

Soon the growls of play fights dissipated and his father no longer sparred with Vernado. When Vernado encouraged his father, he was denied. Rovinare was too busy talking with the females and was becoming less interested in play fighting. The now year old Vernado huffed in irritancy, seeking another partner. When he challenged some of the younger pups, they shied away. With disappointment, sparring with anyone was few and far between so Vernado then turned to hunting. Frequently he was lured into hunting groups, although he wasn’t necessarily the quickest, most turned to him for aiding in the death of the prey. Vernado excelled well in hunting as well as fighting when it happened upon him. At the age of two, he was fed up with the stifling ways of a pack and set off. Before he took off on an unknown journey with an unknown destination, his father stopped him with a warning. He was telling him that “Ringue” was coming for him. Vernado ignored his father and set off into the night.

Months later and Vernado was sleeping on the snow covered ground, shivering against the bitter breeze when he awoke to searing pain. Awake and alert, Vernado growled irritably, eyes darting through the dark to find the attacker. A low laugh arose from behind him and glanced upwards into sickly colored eyes. Glowing, dark yellow eyes sneered at him and Vernado snarled, rising to his paws. If this male wanted a fight, he would sure as hell get one. As Vernado was debating on where to place his jaws the unknown wolf spoke.

“I assume you are Vernado, son of Muraco.” His voice was a rasp. Vernado grew defensive, once he confirmed that he was the son of Muraco, crazed males dashed out from their hiding spots. Vernado knew well enough when he was outnumbered and foolishly let them lead him to their pack. He soon knew that the pure black male with the dark yellow eyes was Ringue, the wolf his father warned him about. On the journey he was told that his father was a fine specimen and had flourished well amongst the pack, and was a fine killer. Vernado was dubious of the killer part but voiced nothing. Apparently, Ringue’s pack took the first male from every litter of their former killers. The land was barren and dull. Trees were rotting and black. Males surrounded a group of females in order to reproduce more strong male offspring. Vernado looked away, disgusted.

He trudged through the snow lazily and was soon stopped by Ringue’s order. The blackened wolf gave a simple nod and the males were upon him. Their teeth and claws dug through his skin, and Vernado gritted his teeth against the pain. He stood there dumbly, refusing to be beaten. Vernado fought back and a pleasurable laugh left Ringue as he watched happily. Soon the males were too much and Vernado collapsed to the earth with exhaustion. The males were called off on Ringue’s whim and they cackled proudly back into their lands. Ringue passed his bloodied body with a sideways glance before chortling dementedly and leaving him there.

When morning came around and Vernado was claimed as alive, training began. Through however many months Vernado was turned into a mindless and brainwashed killer to slaughter anything that lived, moved, breathed and got in his way. By the age of three, Vernado was Ringue’s young prodigy for Vernado excelled through all the deaths he caused. Sparring with his packmates often resulted in their death, especially because Vernado didn’t know when enough was enough until someone was dead. More unwilling recruits filtered in through the pack and Vernado taught them their training. He barked out orders and by the age of four, blood lust took full control of him. Seeing lifeless beings gave him a thrill but soon the high was living on drifted away.

A pack member told him that his parents were dead and Vernado froze, his eyes flickering before he set off at a full on sprint. He arrived to see Ringue smirking. “You won’t need mommy and daddy anymore,” he spoke harshly. Before Ringue could even touch his parents, Vernado snarled and tackled the black male to the ground. The battle raged on for the two had similar techniques but Vernado dealt the final blow. Ringue gasped for breath until he fell limp in Vernado’s jowls. He turned to his father who looked at him with confusion. His mother attempted to push his siblings away who looked at him with shock and horror. “Is it true,” he bellowed, rage quaking through his body. Recognition flooded all of their eyes and his father stepped forwards and nodded somberly. The words “I’m sorry,” flooded Vernado’s ears and he snorted. By this time, he felt very little and ran off, avoiding them.

Now at the age of five, Vernado’s old habits still stick around but his killing is reduced to prey. He had adopted numerous pups and was slowly making a 180. In his attempt to find himself again, he comes here in hopes of seeing who he truly is and he’s secretly wishing he isn’t meant to be a murderer for the rest of his life.

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Great! Accepted.