Ferison (Done)

[crystlia]

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Name: Ferison

Gender: Male

Age: 3 Years, 2 months

Loner or of Hunterpack: Loner

Elemental Power: Fire

Powers: He has the capabilities of walking through bodies of fire without being singed by the hot flames, he has the capabilities of making fire himself with the glare of his eyes which turn a bright fire-yellow as they concentrate and can make a small area burn or at least singed, and make his body temprature raise to extreme tempratures if he let it though he only uses it for protection or to keep himself warm on cold nights when he has no place to stay.

Description: The pelt of Ferison is quite something that you would not exactly see everyday, which is why he doesn't like it one bit at times when he wishes to be like a normal one of his kind. It is mostly the mixture of two colours that has covered up this wolf's pelt, one of them being a black like coals off of a burnt-down tree that go in two diffrent directions from the top of his muzzle making it have a black stripe on his head with his two black-tipped ears as the stripe goes all the way down his back to the tip of his long tail. Then there is another black stripe as it goes from the bottom of the muzzle allthe way down his neck and underbelly to the tip of his tail, his fore arms and the paws of his back legs are also the colour of a coal black as well.

The rest of his body that isn't coal-black is the colour a darkish-red like it was blood that was thrown into the red flames of a large fire with it going from basicly the sides of his body from his muzzle to his tail with the top-parts of his forelegs and the whole entire hindlegs besides the paws are the blood flame red. His eyes are a very nice colour for him as they change from the colours of a dark red and then a amber colour usually depending on his mood, though whenever he glares or is using his powers his eyes glow an errie fire yellow making him almost have an appearance of a demon wolf. He also has a long scar that goes across his eye along with a chipped ear he had recieved in a fight quite a while ago in his history which will be told about

Personality: It is quite unusual to think that this wolf is actually a demon, of course with his looks of the red and black, though there is much more to this animal than meets the eye. Ferison is actually a very shy wolf as he is usually nervous to talk to any other wolves, especially if there is a certain female that he likes which can be obviously seen with unstable legs, not getting sentences through clearly, and constanly blushing. However he doesn't exactly want to love anyone, and there is a good reason for that as well. He is afraid.

He doesn't want to get anyone he cares or even loves to get hurt because of him, even if it is clearly not his fault he will say it is and will take all the blame for it as well. He is also very protective as he will put everything aside and fight for his dear life in order to help out the ones he cares for in his heart.

History: It had been very quiet in the Skylit Meadow as it was late at night as the world was at peace even if it was possibly only a short time, though in a small area around the edge of the meadow by some large trees and bushes, a female wolf who had a coat that was as white as new-fallen snow, that was a little bit odd as she then had given birth to a small pup who's colours were like from the devil himself. However almost right after the pup was born the mother had left him there and had never came back, the reason she left him no one exactly knew why but he was lucky as a female who had lost her pups to the hands of death and had taken care of the pup like it was her very own.

When he was a year and a half he was happy and playful with almost everything that was around him as never would think that there was really such a thing as violence in his life as he had lived with his 'mother' in a good life. That was until a Hunterpack member had came around and killed the the she-wolf in front of his eyes. And then he felt something deep down inside him that grew very large, and that was anger.

He fought violently with the other wolf as he would usually manage to give the other wolf a good nip or a scratch until he went full force and broke its neck and letting it die and then with a glare of his eyes he actually set the carcuss on fire and let it burn to ashes, he did not get out of the fight undamaged himself as he had a nasty long scar over his right eyes and his ear chipped from the fight. He now wonders alone in the lands to try and find if there are any other wolves like himself that need help as he tries to find out who the leader of his false mother's killer was in so he can try and take them down so they will never do harm to anyone again.

RP Sample: It was quiet out in the Skylit Meadows as the night had bestowed upon the land making it seem that the very land itself was in a deep and peaceful rest. However one creature had actually been up at this peaceful night s he was wondering the lands on his own as his ears sonared the area around him and his eyes alert to see any of the slightest movement of anything around besides the calm winds that swooped playfully around the area making it slightly hard for him as he was hunting for some prey to smack down on.

Suddenly his whole body stopped almost instantly like it had been frozen in the spot as his ears had picked up the faintest sound of squeaking from a nearby mouse. He slowly began to croutch down as he still kept the ear that he was listening to the squeaking and brought his whole body to the front and began to slowly walk towards the unsuspecting rodent. That was until he saw it, it was carelessly munching away at some grain that it had found along the way of its journey, though it was probably going to be its last lucky break as Ferison's eyes locked on as he began to tighten the muscles on his legs and then let them loose and jumped right at the foolish creature with his jaws agape.

Soon all that could be heard was a loud squeak and a loud crunching noise as the mouse laid dead in the mouth of the proud hunter, Ferison's tail began to wag as he was glad he had caught this little morsal for himself as he laid done and put the dead rodent in his large paws before biting off half of it and munching away at the top-half of the body with its tiny structure just crushed at the pressure of the large jaws as small drips of blood tried to escape from the wolf like the creature was still alive in it, though it was licked up by his long pink tounge as he wanted to savour every little bit of his tiny meal as the night sky just looked down upon him and almost felt like the stars were actually proud of him, however he did not notice it at all.

Family: No
Mate: None yet, though he so dearly wants one
Pups: none, but he he desires at least one.

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[Rukia]

Accepted.