Cyanide[FIN]

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Name: Cyanide
Gender: Male
Age: 5 Years 3 Months 12 days Old
Status: Loner

Elemental Power: Liquid Manipulation
Powers: Toxicity/Venom/Conversion

Description: Cyan is by far not the strongest wolf nor is he anywhere near the biggest as far as size goes. Despite this he casts a very imposing silhouette and can be daunting with simply his presence. The males ebony fur is loose against his frame in areas where it overlays the thinner coat. His thickly furred tail is feathered and typically curls upward at the time when he parades around. Depending on the lighting his pelt may take on a midnight blue highlight that focus's around the mass of fur around his shoulders and neck. Spreading across his sides and making the individual strands of his tail visible to the eye.

Against his dark coat his eyes, the brilliant green, are most prominent due to the contrast. Your attention will forever be drawn to his eyes that truly do emit a glow of vigor and mystery. The acid green sheen to his optics with the obsidian pinprick called a pupil are alluring as well as deceiving. The smaller strands found along his limbs fades from black and gives the impression that his black fur might actually be blue. Each of his paws are tinted in a dark tone of azure, the same hue can be found smudged around his muzzle. He has a vibrant spot of white fur that sits on his chest and much like his eyes contrasts his night black fur.

His legs are actually quite thin, the bones not exactly brittle but he does not have a normal muscle tone structure due to his inherited powers.

Personality: One does not need size to be intimidating. He has a strange, otherworldly ambiance and sub-consciously arouses the suspicions of others. There are times when the brute displays a less aggressive demeanor and retains a willingness about him that offsets the eerie projection of his person. Cyanide may even go as far as assisting those he meets without asking for anything in return for his services, this is not very common where he is concerned. It is only a spur of the moment decision that is done with surprising nonchalance.

On the other hand, Cyanide's more reputable persona is not as cordial. Although the wolf is not necessarily rude, so to speak, he is not in any manner nice to anyone. He does not have to be angry at any particular creature to be a generally nasty character to come up against. If anything, it is as though his haughtiness is embedded in his soul riding alongside bitterness and the uncomplicated urge to poke fun at others. Mocking others or making unwarranted remarks is something he honed.

When Cyanide does become angry he is quite the spitfire. Though lacking in actual combat skills there is no shortage of tricks where he is concerned. He always makes attempts to twist things to his advantage. A calculating brute if there ever was one, he thinks very highly of himself and his abilities.

History: Rotten. From the day he was able to stand and walk without tripping over himself to the age he is today, Cyanide was perfectly rotten. There was never a good word uttered with his name attached that wasn't swiftly followed by the list of improper or 'bad' deeds he had commited.

As a pup Cyanide, who was nicknamed Cyan for his brightly colored paws, was a whirlwind of energy notorious for pouncing on sleeping family members. His mother and father were not part of a legitamite socieital group, more so a temporary alliances of vagrants, most of which were females. The groups traveled together with wolves coming and going as they pleased and their numbers allowed them to protect themselves from greater dangers that presented themselves.

Cyanide was not given the chance to bond with his mother for within the following days of his birth she succumbed to unknown symptoms. She began getting feverish and dehydrated, constant vomiting followed by rise and falls in body heat. Coughing up stomach decaying stomach lining suggested that she had consumed some form of poison the likes of which were unknown to her father or the wolves they traveled with. She died in a very painful manner and no one was able to justify the cause until much later.

Motherless, Cyan was nursed by one of the other she-wolves who, although had no pups of her own, went into cycle around the pregnant Liora and provided milk for him. Cyan however was not sarisfied with eating, sleeping, and moving from area to area. He would seek playmates when there weren't any to be found. Pouncing on sleeping wolves proved dangerous when he got his head caught between the jaws of an angry male who did not appreciate his attentions,

Growing up in a semi-harsh lifestyle did not alter his demanor any. He was always getting into mischeif or causing it. As an adult it became more and more of a problem until he finally angered one of the other males who made the attempt of putting the younger wolf in his place. Needless to say that male was in for a nasty surprise when a bite from Cyanide proved to sting sharply as venom was passed along through his saliva. It eroded the flesh around the wound in the males flank and although he didn't die from the wound itself, he did become lame.

It was Cyan's bile that had destroyed Liora from the inside and though Cyan was hardly to blame, his father felt it a great injustice.

RP Sample: "One victim, two victim, three victim, four," Came the slightly insane cackle following the strangely catchy tune sung by the black creature who prowled listlessly. Cyan was prancing through uncharted territory and was taking progress at his leisure toward his destination. Not to say he had one - he was sort of winging it thus far. "Once I've killed you I'll go kill some more!" He continued, his vocals cracked as though he had been singing these mindless limericks without pause. It was a very likely scenario come to think of it. Cyanide danced unbidden by anyone seeing as there was no one around who had such authority. And had there been he'd have ignored them as long for as possible until they were driven to bring his attention by force. "I'll take my time, I'll cut you up, I'll hide the pieces away!" His words quicked and gradually began to rise in octave until the last came in a shout. The wolf slipped conspicuously through the conifers that were clustered together and the white stain of his teeth shined brightly against the darkness of his pelt, giving the impression of a floating grin of malice gliding about. "Cyanide is on the scene and he just wants to play!" He sneered loudly causing roosting birds to take flight in surprise to the unsettling noise.

Family: [Liora] -Mother/ [Sydney] - Father
Mate: None
Pups: None

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[Midnight]

Hey, I'm Midnight, a mod here.

wow.............. I can honestly say that this is the first time I've even contemplated thinking about a charrie with that kind of power.

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