Post by Decius on Apr 6, 2008 19:49:29 GMT -5
Character Info
Name:
Decius
Meaning (optional):
Decius was the name of the conspirator who convinced Caesar to leave home, in order for the ruler to be murdered. The brute was inspired by the Shakespearian character and given the name due to his silver tongue and masterful command of language.
Age:
Just a bit over three.
Special Abilities (For hybrids, give the link to your accepted hybrid application):
He has no outstanding qualities, other than his masterful tongue.
Mate:
None
Pups:
None
Description (personality and physical):
[Timber x Dire]
Decius stands at a clean 3 feet tall, and weighs 105 lbs. He’s a large brute in all sense - tall, muscular, and has a thick coat. His fur is reddish in colour, with a cream colour that starts under his maw, running all along the underside of his body, tail included. Cream colour also wraps his legs and paws, start midway down the limbs. A lighter shade of red runs down his spine, branching out in what appears to be stripes around his body. His auds are as blood red as his eyes, though cream-coloured on the inside.
Personality-wise, Decius seems quite the friendly fellow. Truth be told though, he is rather cynical, full of bitterness which spawned from a childhood of neglect. That side of him will show itself in moments of (personal)high stress and tension, though he does manage to keep his composure – his outlook is just a little more nihilistic than usual. When there is no stress within him, though, he is quite the charmer, and can weave a web of pretty words more quickly than a rabbit can hop. Carefree times make it easy for him to support his facade – but isn’t that always the case?
List of your alts:
Keshala – mute fae, and huntress in the Blessed Chaos Clan.
Saira – a loner and a wanderer.
Kalana – barren doe in the Crete Herd.
What's your roleplay style? One liner, Semi-Para, Para, or Multi-Para:
Para and multi-para – it depends on how much inspiration is in my fingertips.
How much experience do you have with RP?:
I’ve been roleplaying for roughly two, maybe three years, but I’ve been a writer all my life, and I find that helps with my abilities.
When are you on Furc and how many times are you on Furc each week?:
Generally the evenings, six. I’ll stick around then until I go to bed, mainly. Weekends are hard to say – I’m on whenever I’m home, then.
Position you want and why:
I would like Decius to hold position of Head Scout. I think he would be good for this rank. He is clever, and a good organizer. I believe he would be quite capable of maintaining friendships and alliances among other packs, for he would know just how to act and handle others if they began to doubt the pack. After all, his tongue is a puppet master and his words are the strings.
Second choice of position:
If you find I’m reaching too high for my first choice of position, I believe he would make an excellent scout – and am willing to make him work his way up to the higher rank.
Have you been in any other pack? If so, tell me the names.
Decius has been in no other pack.
Roleplay Information
Please do your best to provide a roleplay sample for at least two of the plots. Logs will not be accepted. If the Alphas have already seen you RP in any way, you have a choice not to provide the samples.
Roleplay approaching the Alphas:
Noble brute stepped daintily through the brush, pillars carefully avoiding potential burrs. He couldn’t risk appearing ugly to whatever eyes may see him, oh no. That would not due at all. Nostrils flared, pulling rich scents of the forest into insatiable olfactory glands, the scent of leaves swollen with spring-time warmth taunting him, just begging him to lay down and absorb gentle beams of sunlight. But he could not do that, for paired with the scent of flora was the scent of fauna – fauna that had clearly marked their territory.
Decius sighed as massive mitts stepped around a particularly malodorous puddle, snout wrinkling in disgust. Had something died in it? Oh well, onwards he went – he was too lazy to turn on his charm if he had a run-in with a defensive pregnant dog or bastard who was in no high-ranked position in the pack that so conspicuously owned these lands. Irony seemed to follow him like a shadow, though, for as that very thought flickered through his mind, the scent of wolf stroked his sense of smell. A second sigh escaped that devilish maw of his, and he turn to the source of the scent, audits tilting back to show submission, any sign of “threat” seeping from his stance, as he settled his rump onto a particularly clean patch of earth.
The source was still out of sight, despite how close the scent was – meaning the bastard could not say for certain if he was meeting with the alpha he sought or not. Charming smile split across the Brute’s lips, as he eyes wandered vaguely around the leafy area where he caught the smell.
“Well hello there,” he announced, seemingly to himself, “It seems I’ve stumbled upon claimed territory. I assure you I mean no harm. I came here with but a simple request.” That said, brute would rid himself of all defensiveness, inwardly cringing at the undignified, submissive stance he held. “If you would so kindly reveal yourself, you will see I mean no harm. Please, I implore you to hear a traveller’s story.”
Roleplay if a pup was in danger or hurt:
Decius’s muscular frame was sprawled across a sun-baked rock, soaking the heat from the sky and the boulder simultaneously in a moment of sheer bliss. Solitary relaxation was cut short, though, when a shrill scream tore through the peaceful atmosphere. Bastard bolted up, auds swivelling towards the sound, locating it until pillars sprung into action swiftly carrying a red blur through the foliage.
Normally the wolfen would do his best to maintain a pristine appearance, but that scream – so desperate, so pain-soaked – had a familiar ring, one he recognized as a pup he had met oh, a few turns of the moon ago. Decius had been on his own, unaware as to whether or not that pup was on her own. Determination blasted from heaving lungs, each breath shooting from his powerful chest a hot wave of fury. If another wolf so much as touched the poor creature, there would be hell to pay.
Short minutes passed before the bastard broke through the foliage, leaves and twigs woven into a once luxurious pelt. Bloody orbs dashed across the scenery, until they landed on a helpless frame, crumpled beneath a high rock wall – olfactories were useless at the moment, for the stench of blood was too thick in the air. Blue gazers stared right back at him, misted with pain and fear. Brute’s stomach churned, as he made a short lope over to the teeny fae.
No amount of preparation would have readied Decius for what he had seen. That fragile heap of tawny fur was clumped with blood, numerous bones in ribs and limbs visibly broken, with one glass-like pillar snapped and protruding through paper-flesh. Emotion swelled within the brute’s massive frame, his well-built facade crumbling, his hidden bitterness melting, as he lay down and curled around the poor thing, careful not to jostle its already mutilated form. Cranium tipped backwards, a sorrowful melody blasting from red-and-cream frame. The message would carry far – hopefully two mates missing their precious offspring would hear it, and come. There was no other wolf nearby – how had the tiny femme gotten off on her own? Nonetheless, that was a matter for later. For now, all Decius could do was coo at the whimpering mess, gently licking the wounds that would not cause her agony upon touch.
Tragedy settled about the area, spreading its gut-churning fingers throughout the trees. Such sorrow in this moment – a brief life should not end with one slip. But none could challenge fate.