Post by ¿℟ᵿҝɸ on Apr 29, 2015 16:18:11 GMT -5
Anselm
"Nihil novi sub sole."
PRONUNCIATION: An-sell-mm
POSITION: Sklavin
Basics
GENDER: Male
BREED: Mexican x Grey
HEIGHT: 31 in.
Appearance
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Creamy blond fur covers around half of his body, sandwiched between a gradient of white along both the upper and lower parts of his body. The white is less pronounced on his underside, and on his back it forms a blanket of sorts from his shoulders down and the top of his tail. All four of his legs have white stockings which go around a third to a half of the way up and fade into the lighter cream color. Along his back he has black to grey flecking, a trait he inherited from his mother’s side. His eyes are actually a pale blue-green, but only appear so in the right light. They seem to be an almost silvery grey in most occasions.
The left side of his body has a huge scar left from when he threw himself off a precipice in an attempt to take his own life. It failed, but the old wound is a constant reminder of his past actions. There are a few other small scars on his left side as well, but those aren’t nearly as noticeable as the one that scrapes along the front of his chest and up diagonally across his shoulder. From time to time that shoulder and leg ache from the fall but only sometimes hinder his mobility.
His fur is average length, and his build is fairly average as well, if not a bit more compact. He’s not overly manly, yet he isn’t too feminine either. His smile is quite charming, but the large scar and his usual half-lidded expression hide most of his attractive qualities.
Personality
Sarcastic || Idealistic || Bitter || Introspective || Reserved
Unassuming and somewhat reclusive, Anselm is a wolf with a complex and rich personality hidden deep beneath a heavy coating of sarcasm and self-depreciatingly dark humor. He deflects most personal questions with offhanded remarks, seldom giving clear answers. Should you ask his opinion of matters other than himself he will probably respond bluntly with a sarcastic tone, appearing to be brutally honest. Although he is incredibly intelligent, and does take great pride in his knowledge, he usually attempts to hide it and avert attention from himself. Flattery is an easy way to earn brownie points with him, though his heart is not easily swayed in such a way.
His compassion is his undoing more often than not, and his idealistic expectations clash harshly with his inner realist. Time and time again the world has proven to be a terrible place full of horrendous people, and he finds his two halves pitted starkly against himself. On the one hand, he knows there is good, and tries to see it, but having had his hopes crushed many times over logic tells him to just give up. This turmoil creates mounds of inner doubt, which is partly the reason he is so hesitant to delve into meaningful relationships.
Depression flitted in and out of his life even before he was enslaved, so the trauma of having most of his kin slaughtered and the others, including him, captured hardly helped it any. Generally he keeps it in check, but some days are better than others. Though cautious and at times timid, he is not cowardly. In his past he attempted to take his own life so that his dominor, who oddly cared deeply for the sklavin and used his medical knowledge to help keep himself alive, would not own him any longer.
Even though he wishes to do something about slavery, he knows by himself he is next to powerless to change his situation. Still, it doesn’t stop him from trying to do the most good he can considering his situation.
History
FATHER: Dead
MOTHER: Dead
SIBLINGS: Probably dead.
He was raised by a pack of wolves which clung to ancient tradition, focusing equally on knowledge and power, but split the tasks between their numbers. He was of the order which passed down language and other culturally based rituals. It is here he honed his medicinal skill, as well as his moderate grasp of Latin, which to them was their way of protecting their culture from outsiders. He was happy with his position, and found himself able to quickly learn and even improve upon the teachings passed down to him. He grew especially fond of their language, and tried to memorize as many phrases and words as he could.
Life was relatively uneventful for the pack, and they believed themselves safe from the lurking threat of slavery with the Aldine Mountains as their natural barrier. But a month after Anselm turned four the melting ice opened up a new path for the desperate slavers of Ravensbruck. They shattered the peace of the small valley, and destroyed their lives. Even though their warriors felled many of the unskilled slavers they couldn’t stand up to the raw number of wolves against them. Those who weren’t slayed in the bloodbath were carted off to the rock, Anselm included.
He only had one master, named Leng, and he directed all his hatred towards this one wolf. It was justified, as this brute was a dominor possessed by conquest and war and sowed nothing but destruction, yet Anselm knew it was not his fault alone. Still that did not stop him from refusing to aid his dominor as Leng demanded him to assist with his medical needs. It was the first time he had done so, but his bitterness overshadowed his conscience. They went back and forth, Anselm knowing Leng could not simply kill him for insubordination due to how gravely the male needed his help, and Leng doing everything in his power to making living miserable for the sklavin. Eventually Anselm was given an opening and he threw himself off a small cliff, hoping to free himself from Leng once and for all. Fate had other plans for him however, and he survived somehow, earning him a large scar which runs along his left side.
Eventually his master died from the infection Anselm refused to treat and he was shipped back to the rock, beaten but not yet broken.
MOTHER: Dead
SIBLINGS: Probably dead.
He was raised by a pack of wolves which clung to ancient tradition, focusing equally on knowledge and power, but split the tasks between their numbers. He was of the order which passed down language and other culturally based rituals. It is here he honed his medicinal skill, as well as his moderate grasp of Latin, which to them was their way of protecting their culture from outsiders. He was happy with his position, and found himself able to quickly learn and even improve upon the teachings passed down to him. He grew especially fond of their language, and tried to memorize as many phrases and words as he could.
Life was relatively uneventful for the pack, and they believed themselves safe from the lurking threat of slavery with the Aldine Mountains as their natural barrier. But a month after Anselm turned four the melting ice opened up a new path for the desperate slavers of Ravensbruck. They shattered the peace of the small valley, and destroyed their lives. Even though their warriors felled many of the unskilled slavers they couldn’t stand up to the raw number of wolves against them. Those who weren’t slayed in the bloodbath were carted off to the rock, Anselm included.
He only had one master, named Leng, and he directed all his hatred towards this one wolf. It was justified, as this brute was a dominor possessed by conquest and war and sowed nothing but destruction, yet Anselm knew it was not his fault alone. Still that did not stop him from refusing to aid his dominor as Leng demanded him to assist with his medical needs. It was the first time he had done so, but his bitterness overshadowed his conscience. They went back and forth, Anselm knowing Leng could not simply kill him for insubordination due to how gravely the male needed his help, and Leng doing everything in his power to making living miserable for the sklavin. Eventually Anselm was given an opening and he threw himself off a small cliff, hoping to free himself from Leng once and for all. Fate had other plans for him however, and he survived somehow, earning him a large scar which runs along his left side.
Eventually his master died from the infection Anselm refused to treat and he was shipped back to the rock, beaten but not yet broken.
