A-Type
Group: E-Type
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Member No.: 25
Joined: 22-April 06
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Sorry, I decided I wanted to try a new approach the History, since I haven’t actually written one in a long, long time. Sorry if it is confusing, I was a bit rush for the need to role-play. Needless to say, it is my longest history yet, around 4 pages on MS Word, with clear Formatting. I hope you enjoy my profile, and again, this is the first time in nearly a year that I’ve written an actual profile up. I hope I’ve improved. Also, my Role Play example isn't the best in the world, if you want another, I can write one up as soon as possible.
Character Status
Name: Amotchi Vyk Tear (A-moe-chee Viike Teair)
Nickname: Vyk or Amo (Ammo)
Gender: Male
Age: 3 Years
How did you get a hold of this site? I was someone at Standing Still. Guess who.
Physical Type
Fur: Amotchi has very thing fur during the summer time, and during the winter, it only thickens to a medium thickness. His fur is sleek or frizzy sometimes, depending on when you catch him. He has little fur mass compared to others, so he can be agile while running and swimming. Around his neck and shoulder area, his fur is stiffer and feels almost like feathers. He has a mass of feather-like fur on his chest, and it mats down any loose fur when he runs, giving him a sleeker look. Amotchi’s fur is a black tinted blue on his upper body portion, while his lower body is a blue tinted white color.
Body: His build is a lean and somewhat muscular. His claws are a gray color instead of the normal ivory due to his Roadrunner Altered Bits. Amotchi’s claws are much sharper than normal, allowing him to grip things better and allowing him to slash open larger wounds. On the bottom of his paws, the normal pads are a bit rougher, and almost scale-like, allowing for a better grip when he runs, so he will not slip; they are also harder to allow him to run on most surfaces without damaging them. Amotchi’s tail is also a bit less rounded, but a bit flat, almost fan-like, allowing him to move quicker with less drag. His auds are normal looking, but they are tipped with feathers, giving him an odd appearance. Amotchi possesses long legs for running and leaping farther and faster than some other wolves.
Eyes: Amotchi’s eyes are a silvery color, white and like the moon. They are sometimes referred to as the Twin Moons. The eyes are always narrowed to the point he looks calm, though when angered, they are widened, and the light around may cast a sliver right down the center of his eyes to mimic that of a cat’s, or demon. He can see a fairly good distance, not like that of a normal wolf, but much farther, and he has a small transparent film that can cover his eye on will to block out any oncoming dirt, snow, or the like.
Blood: Skill Player; C Type.
Hybrid Form: 25% Roadrunner; 75% Arctic/Gray Mix
Element: ---
Power: Due to him being part bird, he can speak to some birds with a funny wolfish accent.
Full Description: Amotchi is a well-rounded Altered Wolf. His twenty-five percent roadrunner really shows through. His chest, though an icy white, has some stiff feathers, which help him be more aero dynamic when running or in the water. His claws are highly defined, allowing him to climb some trees and slash things open, like fruit. Amotchi’s fur is a delicate pallet of black, white, and a light tinting of blue, which accent his beautiful narrowed silver eyes. His body is smaller than that of a normal full-grown brute. His paws are also highly adapted to his field of business, as they are rough and have good grip on almost any type of surface, and do to their natural roughness, it is hard to injure his paw.
Amotchi’s blue tinted black fur covers the upper portion of his body, however, some does stretch downwards on his legs and towards the upper area of his tail. Speaking of his tail, it is somewhat flat, and tipped with some feathers, giving him less drag if he were to swim or run, seeing as it would just slide right on by. Amotchi has narrowed eyes with a good sight to add, and his audits are normal sized with a triangular shape to it, allowing it to capture more sound when he is listening carefully.
Personality Type
Full Description: Amotchi is a quick decision maker, and normally doesn’t think, unless forced to make a hard decision. He would rather use his great skills to help his friends get through a tough situation, he has some wit, but it is all in how to do something athletic or another. Amotchi doesn’t speak much when not spoken to, however, when you start a conversation, he will answer. On some very rare occasions, he will begin a conversation, normally with a question, as he wants to learn as much as he can.
On the other social side of things, Amotchi loves to be with other Altered Wolves, and he someday hopes to meet a Just-Wolf, seeing as they are supposedly rare around Limitless. He would rather travel in a small group than alone, due to his past making him insecure when he is alone. When faced with a pretty fae, he normally softens his gaze and tries not to act too strange, since he hasn’t known many faes in his lifetime. Whenever Amotchi thinks, he thinks inside his head, only telling what answer he’s got after he has come to silent conclusion.
History:
I remember a time… when I did not know I was part bird… I remember it clearly. It was sad. My parents… taken from me. I do not know where they are now. Now, I am all alone… Because I have nothing to do, stranger, I will tell you my story of long, long ago.
“Mama? Papa? Where are you?” asked a distant voice. “Papa? Mama! Anyone?” The voice sounded like a young male, a squeaky, high-pitched voice. He sounded around a half a year old, and didn’t sound quite that big either.
“Mama… Papa…” he said again, now his words sounding slurred and hiccup-like, as he cried. Small tears rolled off the side of his furry face, his black and white fur stained with the salty substance.
Where were this young pup’s parents? Where could they have gone, leaving this pup all alone without a way to fend for his own? They didn’t leave, no, they didn’t. Abducted, maybe, by something, to experiment on, or maybe they were taken to become a meal.
“No one is here,” said an older brute-like voice, “but you, Little One.”
“Huh? Who’s there?” The young pup asked, turning in all directions.
“I am but a simple wolf, escaping from the cities, which are cruel,” the older brute said.
The pup finally caught sight of the brute, after turning his small cranium in all directions. The brute was massive, his shoulders were wide, but his tail was short and stubby, and the last feature of all, he looked bulky, muscular bulky. The pup quickly shrunk away, feelings his fur flatten against his skin. His maw hung open as he gazed at the massive brute with his twin silver moons.
“I’m sorry, am I frightening?” the brute asked, lowering his position slightly.
“Y-yeah… j-just a-a b-b-bit,” the pup replied in a stuttering fashion.
The large brute sighed, “Most are, I don’t blame ya’.”
“W-why?” the young one asked.
“Don’t know, maybe it is just because I am bigger than them, after all, I am part bear.”
What? Part bear, wondered the pup, what does he mean, part bear?
The pup looked up at the brute, and shivered again. His twin silver orbs gazing at the mass in front of him. Was he in the midst of a creature beyond wildest compare? No, that was not the case for this young pup, he had just been so isolated he didn’t know about the Just-Wolves and the Altered-Wolves; or the no-faced beings either.
“Is that possible?” the pup asked after a long, long pause.
“’Course it is! What have your parents been teaching you?”
“They always said they were normal wolves-,” he said, timidly, then frightened after the brute’s booming voice ignited.
“Bull Crap! There ain’t anything normal about Just-Wolves. In addition! You ain’t a Just-Wolf. You… you are part something, but can’t put my claws on it just yet,” his voice faded just a bit.
The young pup wanted to cry again, hearing the large brute yelling. He shrunk back in a small little ball of fur and tried to resist crying in front of someone so… powerful it seemed.
“Oh... Sorry little fell’a. Didn’t mean to make ya’ cry like that,” the massive brute said, laying down and petting the small pup to calm him down.
“It’s –hic- okay. I’ll –hic- be fine,” whimpered the young one.
The massive brute withdrew now, swiveling his audits about. Something drew closer. Something… else. His eyes moved slowly from one side to the other, glancing everywhere.
“Shush, Little One, something’s out there,” he said, dipping his head closer towards the ground, almost nudging the pup closer to the ground as well. “Come quickly, we’ll hide for now, other wolves are out there, there is the possibility that they took your parents away?”
“Took?” the young pup asked, pausing as he was picked up by the scruff of his neck by the large brute. “What are you doing?”
The brute looked about. “Shush, if they hear our voices, they are sure to come after us,” he replied with a mouth full of fur.
“Oh,” the pup mouthed and nodded.
Quickly, the massive brute moved away from the dark clearing, heading into a deep, damp cave. Drip… Drip… the sound the water made as it dropped onto the rock below. A small subtle tapping noise was made by the massive brute as he walked along the rocky earth, his paw hitting scraps and cuts every few steps, but the water is enough to wash away the scent. Finally, upon reaching a deep pit in the cavern, the brute settles down to rest a bit, putting down Amotchi.
“Thanks… but why are you doing this? I don’t even know you,” Amotchi said in a soft whisper like voice.
“I’m doing this, Little One, because I’m not really some brute that can’t speak normal wolven tongue. I can speak it with the same accent as you do.”
Amotchi looked at the brute, stunned, “But… why? Why would you trick me?”
“Because, I made a promise to your father just before… I saw him and his mate… die. They… were slaughtered for meat by some other Altered Wolves,” the massive one said.
The pup lowered his head in sadness, but he couldn’t weep. He couldn’t at all, not even a single drop of a tear.
“Oh…” was all the pup would answer. “But who are you?”
The brute looked away and whispered, “I am your father’s friend. I had just been passing by, and he told me to find you and watch over you as he was being attacked. My name… is Raki Dar Feight.” (Rocky Dare Fate – Pronunciation)
“Oh… My name is Amotchi Vyk Tear,” he told the brute who was called Raki.
Raki smiled, “I see, so I did find the right pup.”
Raki looked at his paws, examining the scraps and the large cuts, seeing a crimson liquid leak from them. He dipped his paws into a deeper pool of water, allowing the blood to seep down and to clean his wounds.
“Uncle Raki, are you okay?” asked young Amotchi.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just wished my paws weren’t so soft,” he responded.
“My paws are very rough,” Amotchi stated, sitting down on his buttocks, looking at his own paws. They had a scaly look to them and they weren’t hurt very easy. “Why are my claws so sharp and gray?” He asked, staring at his paws as he poked himself with his own claw, seeing how sharp it is.
Raki gave a small laugh. He thought for a moment, trying to see what alter bit he was. Something hit his mind.
“Hey, Amotchi, stand up, I think I can tell you what you are part,” he said.
“Yay!” Amotchi cried aloud, jumping up from his position and standing still to be analyzed by his late father’s best friend.
“Hmm,” Raki murmured, seeing small feathers along Amotchi’s back, chest, and tail. He lifted on of Amotchi’s paws and look at them too. “I’ve only seen one in my life, but I think you may be part Roadrunner.”
“What’s a roadrunner?” Amotchi asked idiotically.
“It’s a bird with long legs, and it runs,” Raki told him.
“Why would a bird run? Isn’t that defeating the purpose of its wings?”
“Not really, this bird can fly short distances, but is sometimes faster at running than it is at flying. Trust me. I tried to hunt one when I was in a desert.”
Amotchi laughed and the two kept conversing into the night.
This was when I first learned about the history of Altered Wolves. My father never had a chance to tell me, so I suppose having Raki like my father/uncle was much better than nothing. Raki told me about the legends and The Three. Oh… How I believe in them fiercely, and if I could, I would be either one of the three wolves giving their life for them, or being one of the wolves who serve them closely. Then a few years later passed, I think, if I can remember correctly, it was two years.
I had been traveling with Raki and we were in a cold Tundra. It was nothing like I’d ever seen before. Massive rolling hills of white snow, and the sky was a dingy gray, it was so beautiful. You see, Stranger, I’d never seen anything like it, so I was in deep awe. You have to understand, that was over a year ago, by now, I’ve traveled to many, many places.
There was one place, however, I had not gone to, and I truly wanted to go. To the City. The bad thing was, I was very cocky back then, being raised by what one would call a Power Holder, it seemed only natural at the time. I, being blood type C, or Skill Player as I have heard them called, was very powerful with my skills and not meant to be overly powerful like my dear Uncle Raki was. So, I will continue my story from there.
“What?!” cried Raki.
“I just want to go see the city Raki!” Amotchi retorted. “Is that a crime?”
“Yes! It is! That place is horrible, very horrible. If you go there, I won’t go with you,” he said, turning his head.
“But…” Amotchi paused, “Fine! I’ll go by myself. I will explore it for myself!”
“Go on! Scat! Go! I hope the No-Faced Beings give you a good scare,” Raki said, turning away, and beginning to walk.
Amotchi, now enraged, quickly left the scene, fleeing to a nearby city he had seen on his way over with Raki.
I now know… that I made a big mistake. Upon reaching the city of my vast dreams, I was heart broken immediately, for the buildings I had imagined were all gone and demolished. Upon seeing everything so, I quickly turned around to head back. What I saw in front of me then… was frightening.
In front of the young adult Altered Wolf, stood zombie like beings. They had torn clothing, hair, but they had no faces. Could this possibly be the No-Faced Beings that Raki had murmured about earlier? Amotchi was frightened, his fur and feather-like fur all flattened against him as he stared dumbfounded at the beings. His audits and tail all dropped, he no longer having a high held tail or alert ears; he was paralyzed with utter fright. He wanted to call out for Raki, but the dances were that he was too far away to hear.
Amotchi quickly snapped out of his awestruck state and gave a fierce snarl. The no-face beings didn’t react, they only walked past him to do business of their own. Amotchi stopped his snarl and looked around at them; it was almost as if they couldn’t hear him or chose not to. He withdrew and stood in a normal fashion, watching them walk off somewhere, probably looking for some food.
Amotchi was quick to leave, his heart still pounding with fright; something without a face was not meant to be, then why them? They just had to be the ancestors of the Others, just as he was told about by Raki. Swiftly, Amotchi ran, dodging through the rocky remains of the city, it wasn’t a place to be, but it was indeed a place like no other.
“Raki! Raki! Where are you?!” the young silver orbed wolf called. “Raki! I was wrong! I admit it!” He wanted to travel with his best friend, he had, after all, been like a father to him, and he didn’t want to be alone.
Nothing stirred, but the sand underneath his rough paws. No one was around but the wind in the air. Not one thing. Amotchi was alone again. Slowing his pace, he looked around, nothing but sandy desert could be seen. A thin film of transparent substance covered over the lone brute’s eyes as he looked around. The sand hit his eyes, but it didn’t sting so much. Amotchi sat down for a while, staring towards the sky from which the rays of light pounded down.
Later on… I got up and walked on, searching for my dear foster father. When I did find Raki, though, it was in the dead of night, and as you know, stranger, deserts can get to below freezing. Well… he was just there, lying in the sand. I thought he was just sleeping… no, he wasn’t. He was dead. It seemed to me that he died from having no food or maybe of freezing, maybe even a combination. You see, at the time I found him, it was almost a week after I had left to go see the city, so I didn’t know. His body, however, looked around a day or two old. I cried then, but I won’t cry now.
You see, Stranger, Raki wasn’t the fittest at hunting, as his bulk always got in the way, he told me he scavenged before he met me. I was a natural at hunting, so I hunted for the both of us. Furthermore, I had believed he died from the cold, since most of his bulk was more or less muscle, not much fat to insolate him, and his fur was actually thin and very spread out. So maybe he did die of the cold or maybe of starvation. All I know is that it was my fault. I blame myself, even if it wasn’t. Now, you are going to tell me I am stupid and I shouldn’t blame myself, but, I will anyway, it is just the way I am.
Anyway, after that traumatic event, I moved on. I told the pray of my kind of wolf, and went on. I wandered for a whole year, looking for a home, but I decided the only place for me was with other wolves. Then, I told myself I’d never go to the City, but it all changed when I felt an unearthly presence pulling me towards this city. It was large and beautiful, not like the one I had seen a year before, and best of all, there weren’t any No-Faced Beings here, but other wolves, like you, Stranger. This is the city I arrived in, and now, I am deciding that this is where I will really start my journey. Farewell Dear Stranger, if I ever see you again, I will tell you of my adventurous tales.
With that, Amotchi walked away, his own story he had finished telling. And now, this was were his story will really begin, in a city called Nocturn. He moved off quickly, smiling with a great grin. Moving with great ease, he went towards an empty Church, perhaps where more wolves lived, where he could journey with them to another land, somewhere, far, far away….
Let the story begin.
Rp example:
A gentle tap of paws echoed through the forgotten city of the once humans. A set of gray colored claws were very sharp as the brute who possessed them moved along a slippery area. His pads were rough and didn’t feel much of the cold or pain at he moved from the ice to the sharp rocky shore. The brute looked outwards towards the lovely ocean before him, but it wasn’t so lovely, the water was a dark color, and one couldn’t see any living creatures from this brute’s viewpoint. I wonder… how did this beach looked so many years before, perhaps less destroyed and more habitat, maybe it was beautiful, who knows, Amotchi thought.
Swiftly, he moved on, his maneuverability helping him dodge large rocks and fallen trees as he moved through the forest, which was nearby. His body was carried with long strides and his longish legs outstretched to move another meter or so. Amotchi’s audits twitched, listening for noises as he went.
Hoo… Hoo sounded an owl as Amotchi passed by. To Amotchi, though, these small cries weren’t just noises of the ones with wings, but beautiful words.
“Hello there, Wolf of Ground Forest,” the owl said, noticing he was different than some.
“Greetings to you, Owl of Tree Oak,” Amotchi replied, slowing his pace and turning around to look up at the owl. His words were a bit rough in comparison to the owls, but still, they were understandable.
“Ah, so you know the ways of greetings of the avian race?” the owl replied, giving off a small laugh.
“Indeed, ma’am, I do know,” Amotchi replied, “But now, I must be going, the City of Yonder calls for me.”
“So go, Brute, so go,” said the owl, giving off a bow and lifting off. It was the way owls and birds said good-bye to one another, and interesting way nonetheless.
“Yes, I shall go,” Amotchi said, dipping his head and trotting off.
His paws stamped the ground and his claws cut through the dead leaves as he walked a quick, brisk pace. Amotchi suddenly leapt, clawing at a tree and climbing upwards. His claws were locked in place and his toes spread to have more of a hold. The brute of black, white, and blue tints quickly climbed the tree, reaching its top. He sat in a normal position, his claws digging into the soft tree’s wood. His audits twitched about as he listened for the dangers that were around. His silver orbs scanning the land below.
“There is something out there,” Amotchi whispered.
The silver orbs of the brute darkened to a gray color as a thin transparent eye lid covered his eye. He stared outwards, seeing nothing, but hearing everything. What could it be, Amotchi wondered, as he lowered his form to let his upper, darker fur hide him from view and to blend with the dark tree's bark. Is it another wolf?
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[¤]Amotchi Vyk Tear, ~The One of Harmony...
