Sköll

[Sköll]

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img585/8650/8qy.png] Sköll "All worlds begin in darkness, and all so end. The heart is no different. Darkness sprouts within it, it grows, consumes it. Such is its nature. In the end, every heart returns to the darkness whence it came! You see, darkness is the heart's true essence." Original Full Name: Sköll Nicknames: Age: 13 Gender: Brute/Male Orientation: Pansexual Associated With: Nightfall Human: Kieran, played by Brendonfromvine Magic Ability: Fur Color: Sköll is a large wolf with a thick ebony pelt. His fur is silky, medium in length and has faint traces of silver on the underside of his maw. He blends easily into the night and although there is a lot of fur, the fur is actually thin but just bulks to look thick. Eye Color: Sköll has perceptive, silver orbs laced with onyx. They're cold and calculating, always taking in everything they can. Height (At Shoulders): Sköll stands at 6' exactly. Weight: Sköll weighs in at approximately 713 lbs. Basic Build: When one thinks of Sköll, they would think a monster. He's a large, bulky brute with long, muscled legs and a broad back. His chest is deep and thick and his head massive, though perfectly proportioned with his body. His muscles seem to have muscles and there is little to no fat on him at all. His paws are large and pads are worn while is tail is long and surprisingly fluffy. He's a well built and fit male, built for fighting. Permanent Markings: Sköll has a thick scar running from between his shoulder blades to the base of his tail; although it's covered by his fur, it's easy to feel. Over his left eye, he also has a narrow, yet long, scar. His left ear has a chunk taken from it while his right is accompanied with a cuff (earing). Other: Personality: There are many things one might say about The Black wolf, and of those things, most of it is not good. Sköll has always been a bloodthirsty and violent wolf, always eager to fight and stubborn to a fault. Every since puphood, Sköll has been a fighter -- fighting to live, fighting to eat, fighting to protect his friend. Of all of that, however, one that that is not said about him -- is that he's cowardly. Sköll has always been eager to fight anything or anyone. He's spent a majority of his life fighting and training, and whenever he wasn't doing that, he was roaming. He has always been quick on his feet and eager to protect Kieran, always proud of what he does even to a fault. His way of doing things may seem unorthodox to others, but he gets the results he wants and that makes it just fine for him. Now, however, things have changed. Sköll has learned to rely more on his wits than his brawns, though if things take a turn for the worse, he's more than willing to throw his weight around. He's get a keenness for trouble and a knack for mischief, always willing to reek havoc and mayhem on anyone or thing who causes a disturbance in his life. He still relishes in the thought of sinking his teeth into flesh and is exceptionally bloodthirsty, though has calmed down quite a bit. He loves storms and fire, though he shy's away from butterflies. He knows it's odd, and he berates himself for it because he knows that with a quick snap of his jaw, the insect could be dead. He detests large bodies of water, such as oceans and seas, but he was no problem at all diving into a dark cave, not caring that he doesn't know what is in there. All in all, Sköll is a dark wolf with a pension for danger. He's eager and willing to fight though he's learned to rely more on his wits. Despite being overly stubborn at times and quick to anger, not to mention that he's thick skull-ed and arrogant. He's got no problem snapping at anyone for anything that annoys him and he gets annoyed quite easily. Out of all of this, however, there is one thing he will never get over. Sköll loves Kieran. Despite hating the human race as a whole, the young man who claimed him and raised him, has become his brother practically. He'd lay down his life without hesitation if it meant that the human could live. Mother: --- Father: Nibel Siblings: Only Survivng Pup. Other Significant Others: His Handler is Kieran History: Sköll was born to Nibel and an unknown fae, in a fairly large litter. Being the last born, and the runt, most believed Sköll would not survive the first few moments of life -- they were all mistaken. Sköll survived, pushing his way to nurse and fighting for life. By the end of the fourth hour, Sköll and his eldest brother were the only remaining survivors. By the end of the ninth hour, Sköll was the last pup. Out of a litter of nine, and in nine hours, eight died. He was watched closely, though it wasn't exactly needed. Sköll was born a fighter, and he would grow to fight for everything he got. His first few weeks remained relatively unconcerning, but that's not how things always are. Sköll was claimed by an orphan boy of the mere age of thirteen, when he was merely nine weeks. They grew up together; they fought and they trained and they played. They grew closer and closer with each passing moment, and nothing seemed to be able to separate them, and Sköll was okay with that. Weeks turned to months and months turned to years, and with each passing day, Sköll was forced to watch as his best friend delved into the world of darkness. He himself had always been a creature of the dark, relishing in the pain and fear he instilled into others, but that had never been a world he'd wanted for Kieran. However, the young brute could do nothing but watch. He stood faithfully by his friend's side, watching over him and keeping him from getting hurt to badly. Everything in his life, however, didn't always revolve around his handler. Sköll loved solitude. The brute at the meager age of four would find himself wandering off from time to time, searching for something and yet never knowing what. He kept searching though, no matter what time of day or what the weather was. He'd just walk on and on before turning and returning to his companion's side before he could be missed too much. Three more years came and went, with Sköll fighting at random times. There were times when Sköll had even thought of leaving Kieran's side in search of a new life -- a life where he wouldn't have to watch over the human, yet he never did. The brute, now aged seven, never stayed gone too long. His fights became more brutal and violent, many times he neared death only to pull himself back at the thought of leaving his friend alone. Four years later the bond he'd forged with Kieran was stronger than ever it would seem. His roaming became nearly non-existent and he stayed firmly by the man's side, guarding him with everything he had. It was then that he met Amoro, a bulking brute he'd met a few years before. He and the brute had never been friendly with one another, squabbles always breaking out whenever they were in close proximity, but this time it was worse -- much worse. The day had started out like any other, but late into the afternoon, just as the sun was slinking back into the hollows behind the hills, the somber brute came skulking out of the tree lines, hackles risen and lips pulled back in a feral snarl. Sköll didn't need to be a genius to know what the brute wanted, but that didn't mean he wasn't to fight so close to his handler, but he was left with no other choice. For what seemed like hours, the two were engaged in a seemingly never-ending battle of shear strength and power. The two ebony wolves rushed and fained, they dodged and snapped and twirled in a dance of death. Blood flew and teeth clinked, fur flying in every which direction -- and then suddenly it was over. A lasting swipe down the column of Sköll's back sent the wolf tumbling into the crimson stained dirt, a pitiful yelp falling from red lips. The young brute struggled to stand, forcing himself to roll just as a finishing bite was sent in his direction. The murderous teeth simply snagged his left ear and with a ferocious shake, flesh was ripped and Sköll let loose a howl of rage and pain. He could barely move, much less stand, and yet he still forced himself to. He watched as the other wolf stalked circles around him, seemingly unscathed from the battle. As Amoro lunged once more, a crazed look in his eyes, Sköll forced himself as low as he could get. As the other crashed into him, Sköll hooked Amoro from underneath and used the last of his strength to sink his teeth into the underside of the wolf's neck and jerk, using his back legs to kick up and toss the other away. As the weight was lifted off of him, he could feel the flesh give way and tear, leaving him with a good chunk of throat in his maw and a gurgling, choking wolf feet away. After that, Sköll's fighting gradually stopped and only picked up when ever need be. Now, at the age of thirteen, the Black Wolf lives solely to protect his friend, keeping the human from too dangerous of things and sticking by his side no matter what. OOC Name: Deanyx -- Call me Dean or Nyx. Other Characters: N/A How You Found Us: Brendonfromvine

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img585/8650/8qy.png] PENDING I love him. And someone else watches Game of Thrones too. lol. Only problem is his weight. Update that and you'll be good to go.

[Sköll]

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[Foxx]

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img585/8650/8qy.png] ACCEPTED I love love love him. You're all set. Just do your claims and have fun here at Cataclysm!