Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 19:33:19 GMT -6
Years RPing: Even the dirt has forgotten
Slot Used: Extinct Slot won in 2016 Halloween Post'n Competition
How You Found Us: Magical 8 Ball
Birthday: October 20, 2013
Species: Dire Wolf
Weight: 174 lbs
Coat Color: Red / Brown / Cream
Eye Color: Red Orange
Health Issues: None
Other Information: Obsessive about needing to know exactly where his charges are at all times. (Extinct slot on main, Natural unlisted color on Azrael account)
Mental Stability: Sane
Berserker, a word that struck fear on the battle field across many cultures. A word that represented fearlessness, an trance like fury that felt no pain, that never stopped until the enemy was decimated. It was a title, an ability, a curse, a blessing that all males in his line inherited. His father bore the mark, and his father before him, just as he bore the gifts curse and his son would to carry on the berserker lineage.
But that is simply a detail, where this brute started was common among wolves. His father met and wooed his mother, a few months later she birthed a small litter of three. He was the eldest, with two sisters. There isn't much in the way of sorrow, excitement, anything overly significant that filled his puphood, save one thing. This one event defined who and what he was.
What started out as a harmless prank, ended up changing lives forever. He and his sister's were out playing with their cousins when one of the girls hurt her paw, unable to walk the others left him to guard her while they ran to find the adults for help. The afternoon stretched on while he curled against his cousin, keeping her safe. Once it began to plummet to nightfall, Azrael knew he had to find shelter or their chance of survival would dwindle drastically.
Supporting her as much as possible he ushered her inside a hallow long not to far from where they'd been he put himself between her and the opening intending to stay up all night and guard her.
But as with all good intentions, this did not go as planned. All to soon his eyes drooped and he fell into slumber. By the time he awoke the sun was just cresting over the horizon. The amber of his eyes instantly sought the form of his cousin only to find her gone. Panic set in, and for the rest of the day he scrambled frantically to find a trace of her, but to no avail. It never crossed his mind that the adults never came.
For two weeks he stayed out there searching, neither eating, barely drinking, on minimal sleep forever searching.
On the eve of the second week his father and mother returned from their duties as ambassadors to find their eldest son missing. After ripping into the babysitters and grilling the pups they raced to where they had last left them. They found him inside that log, barely alive whimpering his cousins name.
Children can often be cruel as was what happened in this case. While he slept that first night his cousin had snuck around him, uninjured, to meet up with the rest of the gang who waited for her at a previously designated location. They had not meant to leave him out there so long but they figured he'd return on his own, then they simply forgot.
The cruelty of his siblings, his cousins changed the carefree pup. He began to hoard food, needed to keep all within his sight, if he lost track of someone, fury and panic set in. That was the first time the berserker made his appearance, and for the first time in their history had one so young displayed the attributes of the near invincible warrior. From the age of 7 months he under went the rigorous training. At 14 months he was sent to Kairos for further training where he eventually took up the position of Praetorian.
Each of these qualities go paw in paw. They are as ageless as time itself, and nearly as powerful when combined. But for each wondrous goodness there is a counter, an opposite to balance out the good with the evil. A thing to battle against.
One may wonder what counter exists within the soul of the brute who stands before you. Amber eyes gleaming with righteous fury. Ahh yes, fury.
Fury would be a pitfall for this brute, a Berserker, those mythical warriors who fought with a trance like fury unparalleled, feeling nothing, fearing nothing. It was a curse and blessing both.
But we are ahead of ourselves here. The core of who this brute is, protection. It is his sole purpose in life, to protect those within his charge by any means possible. He is the knight that stands when all others fall.
He holds high values and as a downfall of such he tends to expect and often be disappointed that there are very few who actually live up to his standards. This often leaves him feeling isolated and out of place. He can be somewhat socially awkward due to such.
With a heart as pure as gold he carries his values and morals in the highest regard. As such he carries his responsibilities heavily, never once faltering or failing, such things are not an option. Losing is not in his vocabulary.