Post by ¿℟ᵿҝɸ on Mar 11, 2015 16:27:14 GMT -5
Veldis Et Deus
NICKNAME(S): Papa, Big Daddy, Veldis, Vel, ‘cause no one uses that full name bs.
PRONUNCIATION:Vell as in hell- dis as in disco. || et || day-us
POSITION: Dominor
BASICS
AGE: 5
GENDER: Male
BREED: Himalayan x Maned Wolf
HEIGHT: 38 in.
APPEARANCE: CLICK
Vel is built with characteristics from both his mother, who was a Maned, and father, who was a Himalayan. From his mother he inherited her long gait and legs, as well as a slighter frame. His muzzle is thinner than a typical Himalayan wolf, but not as dainty as a Maned’s; it’s a nice balance in between. Overall he appears to be not as bulky as his father, but not nearly as thin as his mother. He has brilliant yellow-green eyes, much like his mother had. His fur is medium length, and accents his muscular features incredibly well. His gait is carefree and graceful, and he maneuvers his thinly built legs with ease.
Most of his body is a tope or medium greyish tan color. The only other hue found on his body is a charcoal shaded black. He has a black tipped muzzle which is thicker nearer to the top, swoops across the front of his lips and under his nose, then gets thicker as it goes back out across his bottom jaw. He has a thick mane, much like his mother, and it is the same shade of black. Black from his mane descends down his neck to his upper chest before his front legs. There is a slight separation in the dark color between his neck and chest fur. His lower chest also is black, but the coloration does not go up very far. He has a thin black dorsal stripe that goes along his spine and thickens on his tail gradually into a black tip. He has black sock markings on all of his legs, but the ones on his hind legs go up to his knees/thighs, and on his front they go up only around 1/3rd of the way. Out of the sock markings he has a stripe pattern similar to zebra or tiger stripes. On both his fore and hind legs they appear to go almost all the way up the limbs, but not completely. The insides of his ears are a pale grey color. He has a few scars on his muzzle, one over his left eye, and one along the lower left half of his face. Overall, most would find him incredibly attractive. ;D
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PERSONALITY
Bleeding-Heart ||Carefree|| Egotistical || Suave || Wily
Vel is a complicated menagerie of morals composed of a guy who’d stab you in the neck, then pay for your entire hospital bill, plus a vacation to the Bahamas. He’s beyond valuable as an ally, and a terrible enemy. He knows how to read people, and how to play them against each other. Having grown up as a bastard son of a harem-loving king he had to work his way up the social ladder any way he could to simply prevent his own starvation. He has a utilitarian outlook on morality, siding with the argument that the end is what matters, not what is done to get there.
That being said, he really is a nice guy deep down, and is beyond generous to those in his good graces. He refuses to wrong someone unless he thinks “they had it coming”, or something similar. If he sees someone with less than what he has, or someone down on their luck, he’ll usually try to give something to help them out. However, he does expect something in return once they get back on their feet, and he always comes to collect, one way or another.
He excels in using his physical appearance to his advantage, as most folks seem to find him incredibly attractive, and he isn’t above flattery. Calling this brute suave may just be the understatement of the year, and the egotistical male knows it. Typically he can keep his hubris in check, but there are times where it gets the best of him. Monogamy isn’t really his thing, but he’s not selfish enough to expect the other party’s single minded attention either. However one thing is certain, once you gain his hard earned favor, he’ll be there for you no matter what.
It takes a lot to ruffle Veldis’ feathers, and he gets a real kick out of intimidating young upstarts and firebrands. Close friends can talk to him however they damn want, but everyone else he demands the same respect he gives them. He expects nothing less than the best from those under him, but understands that sometimes things just don’t work out, and doesn’t hold others accountable for actions outside of their control. He isn’t too big on structured institutions, however.
In terms of slavery he thinks the institution is rather pitiful. If another won’t follow you out of their own free will then they aren’t worth having as an ally. However, he does use it to his advantage, and has future hopes to help end at least some instances of slavery.
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FATHER: Deus
MOTHER: Glywiel
SIBLINGS: Full: Casim (M), Rywen (F) Half: Too many bruh. Too many.
HISTORY
Veldis came from a kingdom to the West known as Kolstad. Born as a male to a lowly concubine of the king, Deus, Vel ordinarily wouldn’t have any shot of surviving past 2 months. However, luck shown down upon the small pup as he bore the same striped markings as his father did, allowing him to compete in the court for favor and ultimately survival.
His first trial was surviving the ring. Kolstad was a land drenched in conflict and blood, so all male children were expected to pay tribute to the gods of war via combat in what was known as the Coliseum. They were pitted against youths of their same age group, starting at as young as 3 months. He survived his first two matches, acting on some unfounded instinct to live that Vel wasn’t even aware he had. A noble took notice of his potential and took him from the ring to train. It was rigorous and grueling, but was the only thing the brute knew. As the bastard prince grew, so too did his reputation.
Months passed to years, and the brute continued to impress, dazzling the spectators with grace and ferocity. His wounds healed, his pelt covered most scars, and gradually he became nearly untouchable. After each match he survived, he began to notice a young nurse who would always hover a short distance from him, hesitant to approach. One day he finally struck up a conversation with the girl, learning her name was Theia. She was, as he described it, sunlight trapped in mortal form, with golden fur and vibrant green eyes.
After each match since their introduction they would sit together, Theia tending to Veldis’ wounds he allowed to happen, just for a chance to talk to her once again. As he reached his second birthday, the noble who once saw promise in him saw the budding romance and instead of quashing it, lobbied for the nurse to be Veldis’ personal attendant. It was allowed, and for the first time the brute finally had something he valued; something he could call his own, and the same could be said for Theia.
With his newfound mate, he began to have reason to climb the social ladder. He found a hidden skill as he schmoozed with bidding nobles, slowly gaining social stature. The common man loved his fire, and the nobles loved his character. Eventually after another two years of posturing, bloodshed, and ass kissing, he climbed his way out of the pit, and into the court of nobles, his lovely Theia in tow. The two were quite a pair, her softness balancing out the young ambitious brute, and both fascinatingly lovely.
The king, noticing the new upstart, suddenly became increasingly paranoid toward the pair. Even though Veldis had no desire to own neither kingdom nor throne, Deus saw him as a threat. One day, shortly after Theia told Veldis she was to have their pups, the royal guard stormed their den. He was told they were traitors to the crown and were to be executed. Theia, a brawler in her own right, knew they wouldn’t expect a lady such as herself to have any amount of combat skill, and lunged forward first. It was an all-out hurricane of gnashing jaws and blood, clumps of fur gathering below in the sticky pools. Veldis couldn’t have been more proud of his mate in that one moment; his beautiful warrior princess.
Suddenly, as he was forced to turn his head and fend off an attacker from his other side, he heard her yelp loudly. Time seemed to stop as he spun around and watched her bloodstained frame limply hit the floor. Fear and anger coursed through his mind as he ran to her, calling out her name. As the brightness faded from her eyes, she faintly managed to speak, “give’em hell.” Rage fueling his assault, he ended the lives of the two remaining guards, gave one last look toward his mate’s corpse, then ran off into the wastes surrounding Kolstad.
He roamed for a year, consoling himself with the physical comfort of others, before a young male, who reminded him a good deal of Theia, asked him what the hell he was doing with his life; asked him just what his beloved would think of him dwelling on her loss so much, when he still had so much he could live for. It had been a long time since someone had called him out so bluntly like she used to, and he remembered how much fire she still had in her even as the life drained from her veins. She would have wanted him to live on, for the both of them, so he decided he would do just that with the second chance he’d earned. Eventually he found himself in Ravensbruck, and decided that this place would be as good as any to start again.
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