Post by Jato on Dec 4, 2012 3:52:00 GMT -5
Jato
"One more time... One more time... I think I'll keep on rolling today too..."
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Jato
NICKNAME(S): N/A
PRONUNCIATION: "Jay-Toh"
POSITION: Slave
taste the sky,
AGE: 2 years
GENDER: Male
BREED: Himalayan Wolf
HEIGHT: 36.5 Inches
APPEARANCE:
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Much to Jato's constant dismay, he stands out a fair bit. Well, more like he sticks out like a sore thumb. A glowing, solid white, slightly oversized sore thumb. Possessing a coat of brilliant white with not a single pigmented hair, anyone with working eyes can spot the giant fluff ball from kilometers away and once you get up close and undergo a proper inspection, you'll realise that his colouring is far from common; not just because of the dense white coat but also due to the dark red, eye-contact-avoiding gaze of his. He's obviously an albino wolf, a fact that has made being a slave even more difficult. Because of this, he avoids strong light since it does hurt his eyes, you'll usually find him lying down in the shade somewhere on particularly bright days.
After noticing Jato's peculiar trait, the second thing most wolves notice is a rather large scar smack bang in the middle of his face, shaped in a clear "X". The cross actually consists of two separate scars, although both were inflicted just a few seconds apart so most assume it was one solid strike. Since he got it fairly young, the scar grew as he did and is now twice its original length. The scar starts at the base of one eye and moves up to the opposite ‘eyebrow’. This scar is the most noticeable but he does have a couple other small scars littering his legs or wherever his fur is shorter. If you really look for it, there are teeth marks over his throat that has caused his voice to go a lot quieter. His voice is soft and he usually doesn’t speak above a whisper, or rather he can’t.
Jato's got a fairly light build for his breeding, not to say he isn't heavy set, just lighter than most other Himalayan wolves. He's also slightly taller than most, giving him a rather leggy and lanky appearance. Other than his unusual size and slightly lankier appearance, it's obvious Jato is of Himalayan wolf ancestry, especially with the thick, dense coat, overall hardiness (he's got an amazingly high pain tolerance as to be expected of a Sklavin) and his paw pads exhibit the usual hard pads to suit mountain climbing.If he weren't shying away from his own shadow or littered in scars, Jato would like a rather handsome male. Which unfortunately for him makes him rather prized as a slave for female dominors hoping for good-looking pups.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY:
Submissive. That about sums up Jato in a single word. Jato's pretty much a nervous wreck, he submits to all be they pup or dominor and goes belly up to those 'friend' (And I use that term loosely) or stranger. Timid and shy, Jato's personality or lack thereof fits his position perfectly. His current demeanor has been beaten into him since puphood, even more so than some slaves since he isn't of slave ancestry. The constant mental and physical abuse has led to him being afraid of his own shadow and to shy away from just about everything that moves. He isn't one to run however. Rather, his paws tend to freeze in place and he takes each beating personally, telling himself over and over each time teeth meets his flesh that it was his own, damn fault for being such a pathetic excuse for life. He tells himself what a useless creature he is, being unable to fight despite his size and strength and unable to hunt despite his speed and endurance. Unable to contribute to any idea despite his intelligence because of the fact that he can't speak up, both due to fear and because he literally can't speak up. And how he can't even do his one single job; to stand there and look pretty. Jato's sole purpose in life is to cater to his master's whim and act as a little decoration since he is just about useless at every other aspect of pack life. But with the massive scar in the middle of his face, he can't even do that much.
Saying Jato has no confidence is a gross understatement. He's an omega among omegas, submitting to any who demonstrate they have any sort of will and even those who don't. Around other wolves Jato avoids eye contact and interaction, when confronted he will simply repeat rehearsed lines in his head, voice as nervous as ever. He tries his best not to bring up his strange absence of colouring but most of the time this is simply impossible, especially when it's the reason he's being picked on in the first place.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: N/A
MOTHER: N/A
SIBLINGS: N/A
HISTORY: If Jato wasn't born an albino, there would be a good chance he wouldn't have the existence he currently does. The tiny wolf pup was just dropped off at Auktion Rock one day, abandoned due to his coat being referred to as a bad omen in his birth pack and a sign that he was a defect in the lineage. The red eyes, pink skin and blindingly white fur also would've been useless to the pack so when he was born his parents decided to get rid of him, post-haste. Most didn't know how to react to an albino wolf pup at first; with eyes the colour of blood skin the hue of torn flesh. There were doubts over whether the gods and goddesses were giving a sign. However when it was clear he was no such thing he was kept alive, especially since white was a 'trendy' colour. The possibility of him throwing white offspring was just too great so rather than drown him in the nearest river, he was kept and brought up as a slave.
Jato's upbringing was much like any other Sklavins, hopes and dreams were beaten out of his mind and his desires to be an individual torn from his flesh. Most of the abuse he received was mental rather than physical, having been deemed to valuable to scar up. As he grew older, his looks began to attract other female Sklavins, trying to tale advantage of his weak-willed nature to try and get themselves some white pups and hopefully give their children a better life. Although quiet and damaged, Jato did receive far less beatings than than the other slaves.
Females weren't the only ones who noticed his lack of physical abuse. Many males grew envious; their bodies were draped in scars from head to toe and here he was, a none Sklavin born with barely a scratch on his seemingly pristine, white coat. So one evening, one wolf decided to spoil Jato's good looks. Catching the white wolf was easy enough, cornering him in a part of the den and going in for the bite without having to worry about your opponent fighting back at all. The older male pinned the terrified adolescent to the ground, paws on his throat and teeth bared centimetres away from Jato red coloured eyes. The older slave wouldn't give the younger wolf just any old scar. Going in for the two bites, he sliced his fangs easily through the soft tissue of his face and etched a giant cross with the smaller male's blood. He crossed him out like the worthless cur he was before sinking his incisors into Jato's lower throat, at first wanting to kill him but then opting instead to let him suffer.
After that incident the white wolf was treated much differently. It seemed all those scars that should've been scored through his flesh during his younger life was catching up to him ten fold. Now at age 2 he's finally caught up on his beatings and is ready for a new dominor. A perfect yet not so perfect Sklavin, Jato was trained to stand and look pretty, but since he can no longer do that, where his life will go from here is yet to be told.
