Post by Thomassen on Jan 30, 2012 20:19:51 GMT -5
Thomassen
"I will never try to break your heart..."
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Thomassen
NICKNAME(S): Thom
PRONUNCIATION: TOM-uh-sen
POSITION: Dominor
taste the sky,
AGE: 3 winters
GENDER: Male
BREED: Great Plains wolf
HEIGHT: 41.5 inch
APPEARANCE: At first glance at him, any wolf would tremble before this massive Plains wolf. Standing at almost 42 inches and almost always standing on his toes to look larger, Thomassen easily shows his rank. He is a dark grey wolf with bright amber eyes. He has a splash of light gray on his chest and a stripe of silvery grey down his back. His tail is also tipped silver. He has black claws that glint when he strikes an object. He has a big head, large ears, and a long muzzle. He has a few sharp front teeth made for quick and clean incisions, but his back teeth are built to be able to crush bone, which makes him quite a formidable opponent. He has strong legs, which can propel him forward with large strides. His forepaws are often used to strike others and when used at full strength usually result in a headache or even a temporary stun.
Thom's fur color is often referred to as black due to its extreme darkness, especially at night or in the shade where there is barely any light to reflect off his pelt. Even if the moon were shining directly on him, his fur color would look jet-black. The texture of his coat is extremely coarse. Feeling it would feel like someone rubbing their paw on a collection of rose thorns. Often times, when angry or enraged, Thom's coat will puff out, making him look twice his size.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY/ACTIONS:
Most creatures would consider Thomassen as a very temperamental and moody wolf. Some days, he would be happy and cheerful and refrain from whacking any wolf he domineered. Other days, for no reason at all, he would be gloomy and easily enraged. One little mistake from a lower-ranking wolf would throw him into a fit, and he would punish the wolf severely. There are days where Thom is somewhere in the middle, hitting sklavins here and there, but not as often as he would on his negative days. Sklavins even give him day names. The days he is happy, it is called 'No Worry' days. Slaves relax a little and talk to each other quietly without fearing the angry flash and swipe of one of his large paws. Days where he is impatient and raging, is called "Be on your Toes". And when he is not either, it is simply called "Neutral".
Thomassen always keeps his tail high around the domineered. When he meets another wolf that is his same strength or higher, he makes sure to keep his tails in the proper position. In the middle for an equal strength, and down with a higher wolf. However, he absolutely refuses to tuck his tail, even when ordered to. This often earns him a good nip here and there, but he gladly admits that he is not treated like a Sklavin. He would not wish to because of his history.
Slave Treatment:
When acknowledging slaves, Thomassen always shoves them to the ground and pushes his face close to theirs. This earns him immediate attention, and the slave's fear of more mistreatment, and therefore obedience. It is rare that he does not knock a slave down, even on "No Worry" days. Even then, he makes sure that slaves understand where they rank. He refers to slaves as an 'it', for he only recognizes them as objects to be shoved around. If he is to punish a Sklavin, he addresses them as cur, or when the offense is more critical, "Me'mre": his word for feces. He will force them to the ground, order them to stand, and knock them down again. After that exchange, he nips the victim up and down several times on the belly and neck with sharp front teeth. He does not allow the slave to eat for the next few nights, but watch as fellow Sklavins take the scraps of the meal. And the next few days, whenever Thom walks past the slave, he will jump on from behind and sink his teeth into the ear. Most dominors would see his punishments as too violent, but Thom claims he has seen worse. What he saw, he will not expose.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Stribor
MOTHER: Aridia
SIBLINGS:
HISTORY:
Thomassen was born in the late winter, when the snow storms were great in occurence. He can still remember seeing just a plain world of black with white speckles swirling rapidly past him. He was the only pup, the others born dead or died from the continuing coldness. One may think Thom was pampered, but despite his survival, he was a runt and was treated as such. His mother milked him only for a week, then kicked him away. His brothers, Venom and Ice-Crag, wanted nothing to do with such a small creature. He was always ill and pleading for something. Thom’s father, Stribor, was always out hunting, often bringing back a weasel or a deer leg, which his brothers devoured, leaving only scraps for him. He was treated like a Sklavin, however, Stribor refused to allow Sklavin to treat Thomassen as such, and allowed his young pup to treat Sklavins the way all Dominors would. When he was just two weeks old, he would ask nursing Sklavins to feed him. Being a slave, those Sklavins would always concede. Thomassen hardly ever thanked them for giving part of their milk and never played with their pups.
Thomassen grew quickly, and impressed his family with a large growth spurt. He shot from 10 inches to 20 within a few months. By the time he had matured at age 2, he had already reached 41 inches. His brothers were only 35 inches tall. The pack soon stopped treating him like a runt and allowed him to feed first alongside Stribor.
During his adolescence (and his growth spurt), his parents would reluctantly teach the inquisitive pup how to hunt solo and with a group. He learned quickly, taking down small fawn with a blow to the head to stun. With a group, he was placed on the side to tackle a large prey on the leg to maime it (and to make sure he did not slow anyone down with his bulk). Since then, he was regarded as an excellent hunter.
Man this was fun to write.