Post by Dervish on Sept 6, 2011 18:00:44 GMT -5
Dervish
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"We’ll have food,
Lots of food!
We repeat:
Endless meat!"
the basics,
»»character full name: Dervish
»»age: 3 years
»»gender: Male
»»sexual orientation: heterosexual
»»position: Fighter/Hunter
»»Breed: Rottweiler
»»alliance: Hated
»»powers: Dervish’s power originates from the earth. He can drain the life and energy out of anything he comes into contact with, gaining it himself. This can vary from sucking the life out of prey caught in his jaws to sucking the energy out of the grass around his feet to corrupting the very soil he walks on for energy. Larger and more complex objects, like animals, give much more energy than less complicated objects like plants, grass or soil, though even the largest animals can only give so much energy. When he uses this power the change in the victim is noticeable. Living things will slow and weaken, plants will whither and the ground will dry up and crack. This power has left him constantly craving food though, and no matter how much he eats he never becomes full, in fact, the more energy he drains from an animal the less nutrition is left in the meat when he eats.
the appearance,
»»eyes: deep blue
»»markings: scar down the length of his front right paw and foreleg.
»»height: 25 inches
»»weight: 130 lbs
»»general appearance:
Dervish is pure bred Rottweiler. Standing tall, muscular and stocky. His body is rather heavyset and appears overly muscular for his size. This is due to the constant activity, and constant hunger. His tail is short and slightly curled upwards. He wears a leather strap around the base of his tail, twined with red and black to signify his rank and allegiance to the Hated. His coat is short and, for the most part, black. His paws, forelegs and mouth bear a lighter mahogany colour, as do two small round ‘eyebrow’ patches just over his eyes. The eyes themselves are a dark blue, easily mistaken for black at a distance. Up close its clear to see not only the colour but the manic glint within. His teeth are sharp and numerous, and visible more often than not, his default expressions being either a mad ‘grin’ or a vicious grimace.
Though he maintains an impressive height he is often seen hunched over in some way or another, only reaching full height when he is alert in some way. He moved in sudden, jerky motions, as though he is acting quicker than he is thinking, which is sometimes true. When need be he will use his size, as well as his surprising speed and rather exceptional agility. Many are deceived by his slightly dopey, clumsy appearance. When he springs into action he carries with him not only physical power and speed, but also a quick mind to go with it.
the personality,
»»likes:
* Food – Being constantly hungry means every meal is a blessing, and Dervish savors every second of it.
* Hunting – The thrill of the chase, the joy of victory, and the inevitable meal that follows, what’s not to like?
* Toying with prey – Once you have them in your clutches why not have a bit of fun first? Break their legs and watch them try to run, drain a little energy and laugh as they try to flee or fight, shake them about a bit, then kill them.
* Excitement – In any form. It could be the thrill of a fight, a chase, a new piece of information or a meal.
*Prey – Anything he can catch and kill. Fish, birds, small woodland animals, large woodland animals, other dogs…
»»dislikes:
* Holding back – Dervish is made for the fight, abstaining from violence feels wrong to him, he does not take to it well.
* Sharing a meal – The pack comes first, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.
* Inactivity – If you aren’t sleeping you should be doing something, not just sitting around or whatever. There are plenty of things to occupy your time.
* Complexity – Overly complicated strategies, motives, conversations. It’s not that he doesn’t understand, it’s that he’d rather be doing it simply. It’s just so much more straightforward.
»»strengths:
* Physical prowess – Not only is Dervish string, he is also fast and agile, more so than one would expect from a dog of his build.
* Unpredictable – He acts fast and decisively, even if he appears to be acting without thinking. He doesn’t often think beyond the action, but the act itself planned out properly.
* Unlimited power – His ability gives him a limitless supply of energy as long as he can find an untouched patch of ground or living plant or animal.
* Loyalty – Dervish is loyal to his pack no matter what. He obeys the rules and fights for the good of them all. So what if their views are ‘wrong’, wrong is just a word anyway, and it all makes sense to him.
»»weaknesses:
* Hunger – Constant hunger makes Dervish constantly search for the next meal, he is never satisfied, never fully content.
* Quick to charge – Unless he is directly told not to he will often barrel in directly. He doesn’t do this without thinking; he just prefers a simple and direct approach.
* Excitable – Dervish cannot sit still or take it easy, he must be active, he has to be doing something, he needs activity.
»»secrets: His scar comes from the only fight he lost outright.
»»general personality:
Dervish is, simply put, a maniac. He lives day to day, doesn’t concern himself with the future beyond his next meal. Thinking ahead isn’t his strong point. That isn’t to say he doesn’t think, he just doesn’t see the need of a lot of planning. The simplest plans are often the most effective, especially when you are built like a tank. When the situation calls for it he is capable of some quite in-depth planning and forethought, but most of the time a simple charge is good enough. He has suffered loss in the past because of his borderline recklessness and has learned a little as a result, making sure not to fail the same way twice.
Dervish can be quite social, though too much seriousness bores him. He is fun loving and seems childish at times. Do what you have to in order to survive and thrive, but there’s no sense in being too serious while you do it. He has been known to get on people’s nerves with this attitude, but no-one can deny that he will step up and get the job done when he is called upon.
Despite his easy going, friendly demeanor, Dervish can be quite a sadist. His views on the world are as simple as his views on hunting. You are either a friend or you are prey. Hunting as a favourite pastime, and he has become quite the master. The isn’t over when he catches his quarry though; he will take pleasure in making them suffer before letting them die. He likes weakening the defeated foe and ‘releasing’ them, or pretending to make a deal with them. Anything to get a bit more activity out of them. Whether he forces them to fight or just weakens them and waits for them to bleed out it’s all the same to him, if he can prolong their suffering and his own enjoyment he will do it. He manages to hold himself back when he is hunting for the pack, since his loyalty to them is greater than his urges. When he encounters prey his natural instinct is to chase it down, making things difficult for him when he is told to back off or play things safe. He will listen to most, so long as he can see the sense in it.
the history,
»»mother: Cobalt (Missing)
»»father: Tulio (Missing)
»»siblings: Harlequin (Sister, Deceased)
»»others: None
»»background:
He was born to continue on his family’s tradition, and to surpass them all. They were hunters, and had turned the hunt into an art form. Prior to the infection hitting their family, Cobalt and Tulio had been perfect hunting partners, able to bring down almost anything. When they started a family they vowed to teach their children their ways, make them into adept hunters. Throughout their puppyhood Dervish and Harlequin lived without worry, in the same small pack as their parents. It was only when they started learning how to hunt that the problems started. On an early hunting lesson Harlequin sustained an injury, cutting her leg open on a jagged stone in the forest. She had to stay behind with her father when Dervish and Cobalt next ventured out. This trip, however, lead them in to the corrupted lands. They were gone a long time, and when they returned both were infected. The very next day Cobalt attacked Tulio without provocation, causing him to lose an ear.
Though she made the first move, it was Cobalt who ended up on the back foot, and she quickly retreated back into the corrupted lands. Dervish found himself following her, though the infection was taking longer to manifest itself in him. He caught up with her after many hours, and she recognized him as an ally. From there the family group was divided. For the next few months the two pairs stuck close to the boarders if their territory, Cobalt and Dervish living just within the corrupted lands, Tulio and Harlequin within the Pure territory. The infection within Dervish spread quickly, and soon after the hunger started. No matter what he caught it was never enough. His mother promised him that when his father and sister were dead he would be satisfied once more.
It was purely by chance that the family became reunited. Dervish was hunting, Cobalt not far behind, on the very edge of the corrupted lands. When he ran into Harlequin. Nether of the two acted at first, both just stood and stared at the other. Then Cobalt appeared. Harlequin immediately charged, attacking her mother, evidently having been fed the same speech as Dervish had; that things would not be right until the other parent was dead. Dervish was about to help his mother when his father made an appearance. The older dog made no move to attack, but blocked Dervish from reaching his mother. This was too much. Dervish charged in, just as his sister had moments before. The fight was short but brutal, both males receiving many bites. The final blow came when Tulio ripped Dervish’s foreleg right down to the paw. The limb became as good as useless, and Dervish was barely able to hold his own weight with his other legs, his strength was leaving him as quickly as he could draw it from the world around him. The ground around was not a patchwork of healthy grass and dead, arid soil where the young dog had drawn energy for the fight. He was saved from death by his mother, who barreled into Tulio despite being wounded herself. The two dogs fought, moving further away from Dervish as they did so. Cobalt was drawing Tulio away from her son, and after a while even the sound of their fighting was gone.
Dervish could do little until his leg healed. Luckily the body of his sister still lay where she had fallen, holes in her throat from the fight with her mother. Dervish fought back his urges and ate only a little at a time, barely moving for days until his injured leg could hold him up again. When that time came he headed off in the direction her mother and father had left in, hoping to find at least some evidence of the victor of their fight. He saw nothing, and has not seen any trace of either parent since. He still feels the hunger, and concludes that his father at least must have survived. Though he can’t bring himself to believe his mother is dead. He wandered alone for a while before finding the hated pack. He was accepted in, his strength was apparent by now, and has since grown to hold great loyalty towards his new family, close to that he felt for his mother in the past.
the player,
»»alias: Tristychu, or some variation thereupon
»»age: 19
»»contact: PM or ask for a messenger address
»»rp sample:
Password: ~Admin Edit~
How did you find us?: Through the awesome Admin of course!
"We’ll have food,
Lots of food!
We repeat:
Endless meat!"
the basics,
»»character full name: Dervish
»»age: 3 years
»»gender: Male
»»sexual orientation: heterosexual
»»position: Fighter/Hunter
»»Breed: Rottweiler
»»alliance: Hated
»»powers: Dervish’s power originates from the earth. He can drain the life and energy out of anything he comes into contact with, gaining it himself. This can vary from sucking the life out of prey caught in his jaws to sucking the energy out of the grass around his feet to corrupting the very soil he walks on for energy. Larger and more complex objects, like animals, give much more energy than less complicated objects like plants, grass or soil, though even the largest animals can only give so much energy. When he uses this power the change in the victim is noticeable. Living things will slow and weaken, plants will whither and the ground will dry up and crack. This power has left him constantly craving food though, and no matter how much he eats he never becomes full, in fact, the more energy he drains from an animal the less nutrition is left in the meat when he eats.
the appearance,
»»eyes: deep blue
»»markings: scar down the length of his front right paw and foreleg.
»»height: 25 inches
»»weight: 130 lbs
»»general appearance:
Dervish is pure bred Rottweiler. Standing tall, muscular and stocky. His body is rather heavyset and appears overly muscular for his size. This is due to the constant activity, and constant hunger. His tail is short and slightly curled upwards. He wears a leather strap around the base of his tail, twined with red and black to signify his rank and allegiance to the Hated. His coat is short and, for the most part, black. His paws, forelegs and mouth bear a lighter mahogany colour, as do two small round ‘eyebrow’ patches just over his eyes. The eyes themselves are a dark blue, easily mistaken for black at a distance. Up close its clear to see not only the colour but the manic glint within. His teeth are sharp and numerous, and visible more often than not, his default expressions being either a mad ‘grin’ or a vicious grimace.
Though he maintains an impressive height he is often seen hunched over in some way or another, only reaching full height when he is alert in some way. He moved in sudden, jerky motions, as though he is acting quicker than he is thinking, which is sometimes true. When need be he will use his size, as well as his surprising speed and rather exceptional agility. Many are deceived by his slightly dopey, clumsy appearance. When he springs into action he carries with him not only physical power and speed, but also a quick mind to go with it.
the personality,
»»likes:
* Food – Being constantly hungry means every meal is a blessing, and Dervish savors every second of it.
* Hunting – The thrill of the chase, the joy of victory, and the inevitable meal that follows, what’s not to like?
* Toying with prey – Once you have them in your clutches why not have a bit of fun first? Break their legs and watch them try to run, drain a little energy and laugh as they try to flee or fight, shake them about a bit, then kill them.
* Excitement – In any form. It could be the thrill of a fight, a chase, a new piece of information or a meal.
*Prey – Anything he can catch and kill. Fish, birds, small woodland animals, large woodland animals, other dogs…
»»dislikes:
* Holding back – Dervish is made for the fight, abstaining from violence feels wrong to him, he does not take to it well.
* Sharing a meal – The pack comes first, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.
* Inactivity – If you aren’t sleeping you should be doing something, not just sitting around or whatever. There are plenty of things to occupy your time.
* Complexity – Overly complicated strategies, motives, conversations. It’s not that he doesn’t understand, it’s that he’d rather be doing it simply. It’s just so much more straightforward.
»»strengths:
* Physical prowess – Not only is Dervish string, he is also fast and agile, more so than one would expect from a dog of his build.
* Unpredictable – He acts fast and decisively, even if he appears to be acting without thinking. He doesn’t often think beyond the action, but the act itself planned out properly.
* Unlimited power – His ability gives him a limitless supply of energy as long as he can find an untouched patch of ground or living plant or animal.
* Loyalty – Dervish is loyal to his pack no matter what. He obeys the rules and fights for the good of them all. So what if their views are ‘wrong’, wrong is just a word anyway, and it all makes sense to him.
»»weaknesses:
* Hunger – Constant hunger makes Dervish constantly search for the next meal, he is never satisfied, never fully content.
* Quick to charge – Unless he is directly told not to he will often barrel in directly. He doesn’t do this without thinking; he just prefers a simple and direct approach.
* Excitable – Dervish cannot sit still or take it easy, he must be active, he has to be doing something, he needs activity.
»»secrets: His scar comes from the only fight he lost outright.
»»general personality:
Dervish is, simply put, a maniac. He lives day to day, doesn’t concern himself with the future beyond his next meal. Thinking ahead isn’t his strong point. That isn’t to say he doesn’t think, he just doesn’t see the need of a lot of planning. The simplest plans are often the most effective, especially when you are built like a tank. When the situation calls for it he is capable of some quite in-depth planning and forethought, but most of the time a simple charge is good enough. He has suffered loss in the past because of his borderline recklessness and has learned a little as a result, making sure not to fail the same way twice.
Dervish can be quite social, though too much seriousness bores him. He is fun loving and seems childish at times. Do what you have to in order to survive and thrive, but there’s no sense in being too serious while you do it. He has been known to get on people’s nerves with this attitude, but no-one can deny that he will step up and get the job done when he is called upon.
Despite his easy going, friendly demeanor, Dervish can be quite a sadist. His views on the world are as simple as his views on hunting. You are either a friend or you are prey. Hunting as a favourite pastime, and he has become quite the master. The isn’t over when he catches his quarry though; he will take pleasure in making them suffer before letting them die. He likes weakening the defeated foe and ‘releasing’ them, or pretending to make a deal with them. Anything to get a bit more activity out of them. Whether he forces them to fight or just weakens them and waits for them to bleed out it’s all the same to him, if he can prolong their suffering and his own enjoyment he will do it. He manages to hold himself back when he is hunting for the pack, since his loyalty to them is greater than his urges. When he encounters prey his natural instinct is to chase it down, making things difficult for him when he is told to back off or play things safe. He will listen to most, so long as he can see the sense in it.
the history,
»»mother: Cobalt (Missing)
»»father: Tulio (Missing)
»»siblings: Harlequin (Sister, Deceased)
»»others: None
»»background:
He was born to continue on his family’s tradition, and to surpass them all. They were hunters, and had turned the hunt into an art form. Prior to the infection hitting their family, Cobalt and Tulio had been perfect hunting partners, able to bring down almost anything. When they started a family they vowed to teach their children their ways, make them into adept hunters. Throughout their puppyhood Dervish and Harlequin lived without worry, in the same small pack as their parents. It was only when they started learning how to hunt that the problems started. On an early hunting lesson Harlequin sustained an injury, cutting her leg open on a jagged stone in the forest. She had to stay behind with her father when Dervish and Cobalt next ventured out. This trip, however, lead them in to the corrupted lands. They were gone a long time, and when they returned both were infected. The very next day Cobalt attacked Tulio without provocation, causing him to lose an ear.
Though she made the first move, it was Cobalt who ended up on the back foot, and she quickly retreated back into the corrupted lands. Dervish found himself following her, though the infection was taking longer to manifest itself in him. He caught up with her after many hours, and she recognized him as an ally. From there the family group was divided. For the next few months the two pairs stuck close to the boarders if their territory, Cobalt and Dervish living just within the corrupted lands, Tulio and Harlequin within the Pure territory. The infection within Dervish spread quickly, and soon after the hunger started. No matter what he caught it was never enough. His mother promised him that when his father and sister were dead he would be satisfied once more.
It was purely by chance that the family became reunited. Dervish was hunting, Cobalt not far behind, on the very edge of the corrupted lands. When he ran into Harlequin. Nether of the two acted at first, both just stood and stared at the other. Then Cobalt appeared. Harlequin immediately charged, attacking her mother, evidently having been fed the same speech as Dervish had; that things would not be right until the other parent was dead. Dervish was about to help his mother when his father made an appearance. The older dog made no move to attack, but blocked Dervish from reaching his mother. This was too much. Dervish charged in, just as his sister had moments before. The fight was short but brutal, both males receiving many bites. The final blow came when Tulio ripped Dervish’s foreleg right down to the paw. The limb became as good as useless, and Dervish was barely able to hold his own weight with his other legs, his strength was leaving him as quickly as he could draw it from the world around him. The ground around was not a patchwork of healthy grass and dead, arid soil where the young dog had drawn energy for the fight. He was saved from death by his mother, who barreled into Tulio despite being wounded herself. The two dogs fought, moving further away from Dervish as they did so. Cobalt was drawing Tulio away from her son, and after a while even the sound of their fighting was gone.
Dervish could do little until his leg healed. Luckily the body of his sister still lay where she had fallen, holes in her throat from the fight with her mother. Dervish fought back his urges and ate only a little at a time, barely moving for days until his injured leg could hold him up again. When that time came he headed off in the direction her mother and father had left in, hoping to find at least some evidence of the victor of their fight. He saw nothing, and has not seen any trace of either parent since. He still feels the hunger, and concludes that his father at least must have survived. Though he can’t bring himself to believe his mother is dead. He wandered alone for a while before finding the hated pack. He was accepted in, his strength was apparent by now, and has since grown to hold great loyalty towards his new family, close to that he felt for his mother in the past.
the player,
»»alias: Tristychu, or some variation thereupon
»»age: 19
»»contact: PM or ask for a messenger address
»»rp sample:
Sleep was usually so easy. It was just lying down and letting go, allowing everything to slip from your mind and falling down into the depths of dreaming. Tonight, though, was different. Jimmy could be described as about as responsive as a piece of driftwood when he was asleep. He fell into it quickly and deeply, it was unusual for him to wake at all, though it had been known. One way to wake him up was to try and touch him. Even though he wasn’t bothered by personal space when he was awake, when sleeping he had a strange perception of his own little bubble. Enter it and he was awake and ready to get you out of it. Why had he awoken earlier? It had been a sound that had woken him, but sounds didn’t usually get him up. He’d been known to sleep soundly while people practically shouted in his ear. Was it fate? That wasn’t something Jimmy liked to believe in, but in the dark, alone with his mind, he couldn’t help letting the thought creep in.
After his meeting with the captain, Jimmy had made his way back down to the lower deck. He wasn’t sure quite how to react. The events had still been clear in his head as he lay there, struggling to let them fall away so he could sleep. He didn’t know how he reacted, how he should have reacted, how he should be reacting in the morning when he met with the captain again. It was a long while before he could sleep again. When he did sleep it was deep, but plagued by vague dreams, visions of people, none of them as he knew them. The rooms they inhabited were overcrowded and hard to navigate, the people always seemed too close. They were all wrong somehow, from his mother’s exhibition of calm strength of will to his old bosses cryptic ramblings. He woke several times. He wasn’t jolted awake, more swam vaguely upward, groggily opening his eyes, half registering his surroundings, then drifting back into the depths of sleep, back with the people he didn’t quite know.
The last time he awoke was just like the others; he was only half-conscious, barely moving, about to drop off again when he remembered what he had to do this morning. This time he did awake fully with a jolt, practically standing in one motion, Jimmy ended up almost falling to the floor in his attempt to get up. Sorting himself out as best he could, Jimmy took a little extra time to dress properly, putting his jacket on and his headband to keep the hair from his eyes. He still felt tired. It hadn’t exactly been a restful night for him. Willing himself to wake up enough to speak coherently, the cook headed for the upper level, then out on to the deck. It was rather late, it seems. The sun was up, sort of. It was still partially hidden behind the horizon. That counted as ‘dawn’, right? He hoped so, if the captain was anything like she had been last night it could be trouble for him. Hell, it could be trouble for him even is she was her usual self.
Stopping for a moment, Jimmy leant against a mast, covering his eyes with his hands and giving a low groan. It wasn’t because of his lateness, he could talk his way out of that… probably. It was the fact that he felt exhausted. He had a full day ahead of him, assuming it didn’t end along with his life when he showed up at the captain’s cabin. This was not a good start to it. Hopefully he would be able to take a rest at some point. It was going to be one of those days wasn’t it? Still, better get it started. It wasn’t so bad when you were busy or fearing for your life, things went by quicker then. Reaching the door of the cabin, Jimmy paused for a moment yet again, preparing himself, trying to make himself presentable. He probably looked about as good as he had last night when the two had met. Preparing himself as best he could, Jimmy gave a solid knock on the door. Taking a moment to look on the bright side, Jimmy thought that it would at least be easier to keep people out of his galley for the day. Tiredness plus stress makes one angry cook; not someone you want to mess with. Still, he wasn’t sure why he had been invited here. It was possible that she had forgotten, she had been in quite a state after all. That was what he hoped, but he didn’t really believe it, not fully anyway. With any luck it would be better than what he’d imagined.
After his meeting with the captain, Jimmy had made his way back down to the lower deck. He wasn’t sure quite how to react. The events had still been clear in his head as he lay there, struggling to let them fall away so he could sleep. He didn’t know how he reacted, how he should have reacted, how he should be reacting in the morning when he met with the captain again. It was a long while before he could sleep again. When he did sleep it was deep, but plagued by vague dreams, visions of people, none of them as he knew them. The rooms they inhabited were overcrowded and hard to navigate, the people always seemed too close. They were all wrong somehow, from his mother’s exhibition of calm strength of will to his old bosses cryptic ramblings. He woke several times. He wasn’t jolted awake, more swam vaguely upward, groggily opening his eyes, half registering his surroundings, then drifting back into the depths of sleep, back with the people he didn’t quite know.
The last time he awoke was just like the others; he was only half-conscious, barely moving, about to drop off again when he remembered what he had to do this morning. This time he did awake fully with a jolt, practically standing in one motion, Jimmy ended up almost falling to the floor in his attempt to get up. Sorting himself out as best he could, Jimmy took a little extra time to dress properly, putting his jacket on and his headband to keep the hair from his eyes. He still felt tired. It hadn’t exactly been a restful night for him. Willing himself to wake up enough to speak coherently, the cook headed for the upper level, then out on to the deck. It was rather late, it seems. The sun was up, sort of. It was still partially hidden behind the horizon. That counted as ‘dawn’, right? He hoped so, if the captain was anything like she had been last night it could be trouble for him. Hell, it could be trouble for him even is she was her usual self.
Stopping for a moment, Jimmy leant against a mast, covering his eyes with his hands and giving a low groan. It wasn’t because of his lateness, he could talk his way out of that… probably. It was the fact that he felt exhausted. He had a full day ahead of him, assuming it didn’t end along with his life when he showed up at the captain’s cabin. This was not a good start to it. Hopefully he would be able to take a rest at some point. It was going to be one of those days wasn’t it? Still, better get it started. It wasn’t so bad when you were busy or fearing for your life, things went by quicker then. Reaching the door of the cabin, Jimmy paused for a moment yet again, preparing himself, trying to make himself presentable. He probably looked about as good as he had last night when the two had met. Preparing himself as best he could, Jimmy gave a solid knock on the door. Taking a moment to look on the bright side, Jimmy thought that it would at least be easier to keep people out of his galley for the day. Tiredness plus stress makes one angry cook; not someone you want to mess with. Still, he wasn’t sure why he had been invited here. It was possible that she had forgotten, she had been in quite a state after all. That was what he hoped, but he didn’t really believe it, not fully anyway. With any luck it would be better than what he’d imagined.
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