Post by Sandtiger on May 21, 2011 14:30:19 GMT -8
Name: Illyrian (Means 'To Be Free' In Albanian.)
Gender: Female
Age: 2 Years Old.
Type: Gray Wolf/Mackenzie Valley Wolf.
Pack: An Outcast. She bides her time, and when she deems it time, she will seek to join a pack. - She has at last found herself a pack, and it is the Southern pack.
Rank: Outcast/Loner
Items: Exotic Coat, Exotic Eyes, Weather Control, Wings, Speed, Sky Walking, Water Walking, & Immortality.
Appearance: Illyrian is a Gray Wolf, with Mackenzie Valley Wolf blood in her veins, and is a average to tall wolf of her gender & type. She stands around 35' inches at the shoulders and is around 5 and a half feet long tail tip to nose tip. Her wingspan is fairly large, bigger than herself, at around 8 feet maximum, 7 feet at least, though it is necessary to carry her weight as a wolf. Her legs take up most of her proportions, next to her wings and body. Her tail is average length, wispy furred, feathering like a dog's fur evident in her fur type. This is evident in her tail, ears, and back of the legs. Her legs are long, lengthy, and thin almost to the bone, but she has very strong leg muscles in her upper legs, both hind and fore, giving her an impressive amount of speed, beyond that of an average wolf's. Though she tires after a period of time and needs to stop and recuperate, her running ability, granted with the extra speed, provides an excellent start off when she wants to fly. The lift generated by the speed allows her to take off slightly easier and glide for a short time when she get's tired of flapping.
Granted, she is a lightly-built wolf, not exactly strong beyond the muscles in her legs, jaws and wings. Her light build leaves her vulnerable to stronger opponents, and she will probably never be a fighter. She is also a naturally thin, but lean wolf, her torso hints at her ribs, but this is no sign of malnutrition. A fast runner, and gifted with flight, but not physically strong or brutish. Her senses are average for the wolf, with the typically and average high developed sense of smell and hearing. Her fangs and teeth are a gleaming white, with slight hints of yellowing, sharp, not much wear at her age. She has little signs of deformity if at all, her un-proportionate legs only highly noticeable next to another wolf. Her tail is held horizontally or down, and her ears are forever up and perched high on her head, alert. She holds her eyes up, rarely looking down. Overall, a long legged, tall winged wolf with a light, maybe even weaker, but lean, runner build. (Note: As a side notice, Illyrian's bones are not thick as in most wolves, her bones are hollow with honey comb type structure like a birds to reduce her weight, this is an adaption for flight.)
Her fur is thick but not exactly dense. She is far from being sparsely furred, her coat is fairly long, hanging in wispy strands down her body and off it. Her tail, ears and back of her long legs sport a similar feathery amount of fur. Her fur is a brilliant bright white that of course reflects most light, giving a light aura type appearance. That white is moderately covered in specks, flurries, and wisps of spearmint green and light baby blue. Her eyes are a pale, glassy golden, that hold a soft, but strong confidence. Her wings are folded densely upon her back when not in use. They are big bird wings with long iridescent feathers of white, green and blue.
Temperament: Illyrian is an optimistic, fanciful wolf. Her eyes hold an easy confidence, and may sometimes overestimate herself. She projects a light, calm aura, and has some of that in her personality. She is afflicted by wanderlust, and can't help exploring in places everywhere, whether its in the middle of pack territory or in a tree. Her curiosity is her way of seeing the world, in a sense. The grass is always greener on the other side of the hill for her, and she's the first to see things in a positive light amidst a pessimistic crowd. She can be quite competitive, but doesn't usually start them, she can't resist a dare. She's keen to details, but also see's the bigger picture and not to bad of a planner. She is first and foremost an adventurer, or hunter. She enjoys the thrill of the chase, though flying is the one craze she loves. She could go on and on about how much she loves to fly, the rush of the air, the whistling of the wind, being above a lot of stuff... She's practically addicted to it. She see's the need to practice all her skills to be in top shape and so has a fair amount of mastery over her abilities of Flight, Weather Control and Speed.
She is an agreeable, amiable wolf unless one of her prime beliefs is offended. Oh wait, let's back up here. While she's generally a light hearten wolf, and open minded, she does have a few things she will preach & preach if she wants to. Yes, she can talk circles around some wolves maybe. She don't like uptight, domineering or too serious wolves around here. Can't stand them. She's a rebel bound by nature when she get's going against something, the problem? She's an intellectual, a philosopher, not a fighter. She's no pacifist, but no warmonger, she's in the middle. But she can't help laughing at something sometimes when it's a really bad time to. She's got a silly sense of humor and will frequently try to crack a joke, even if its really bad, she can't tell the difference. Another thing about Illyrian is she is blind to some things, can't see them without help. She can't exactly naturally see the other side of an argument and this stresses her out some in debate. She's a wolf who need s a reason for everything.
While she can't see the other side of an argument, she is very compassionate when she wants to be. She's bound to let a rabbit live if it has babies just to help the babies live. Even if she were starving. She cant help it, she thinks their cute, which leads us on to another thing, she's very sentimental. She is somewhat of an idealist as well, always thinking she can help the whole world and going wild about it. But she can be serious if she see's why. She just need to know why. While all her cheerfulness is their, perhaps even childishness, beneath their is a hurt, emotional wolf from an incident from before her maturity. While it is often sincere due to her nature, sometimes, she can't help feeling it's a facade.
History: She was born on the eve of autumn's arrival, an odd birth date for a wolf. But that's just the beginning of the tale of her strange birth. Her single (Her father had died before birth.) mother, Terribithia was horrified by her single child when she was born by what seemed to others for unknown reasons. She was perfectly healthy for a newborn, with soft big round eyes and small little bird wings on her back. Her mother called her 'Spawn Of The Evil Storm' and other derogatory names. Her mother warned them what Illyrian was a horrible destruction bringer. No one knew why, all they knew is a perfectly friendly she-wolf had gone delusional. So the rest of her pack cast her mother away, to live as an outcast, and raise the pup themselves seeing as their was no reason to cast aside the pup as well. And thus forth, Illyrian was named for an elderly she wolf in the pack as a namesake and was raised by her same namesake.
As she grew older, around the age of half a year, the little rambunctious Illyrian began to show promises of flying. She would flap her wings and cause little gusts to happen around her other playmates, and even get in the air, about an inch off the ground for a brief moment and then plop down to earth. Her mother's warnings and yelling were forgotten, in the back of the minds of the wolves who laughed in delight at the amusing little pup. This continued for only so long. Illyrian was taught how to hunt, to groom herself, and other basic things of wolf life. She even passed her pack's rite of passage ceremony at her 1st birthday. Everyone was happy, and so was she. Life was perfect.
Than, as usual, something had to go wrong. Around the time she was a year and a half old, Illyrian discovered her ability of Weather Manipulation. Now she knew why she could cause those gusts as a pup. At first it was little things like the gusts as a pup, or making fog into water. Than, at a much more advanced level, confident she was 'Da Bomb', during a huge thunderstorm, she tried to conjure a strike of lightning. She didn't realize her folly until later. When she tried it, it had disastrous effects. The lightning struck away from her, in the hunting ground, and it seemed as if she had succeeded perfectly, no one harmed. She was very, very drained, but fine. What she didn't know is three pack members had went hunting before and during the thunder storm.
When she & the rest of the pack went looking because it seemed to them they had been gone for too long, about a day later, the rest of the pack knew the charred bodies could only be her work, because they knew of her abilities and had heard the thunder. Horrified, they now realized why her mother had said those things about her, said she was destruction. Her mother had been an highly advanced Weather Predictor, able to forecast the weather up to a year away. It was amazing. She must have seen the disastrous things her daughter would unleash during this thunderstorm. The other pack members turned on Illyrian and drove her off, wounded, an Outcast. Frightened, she took flight and flew far off, away from what had happened...
