Post by Akyra on Jun 7, 2009 8:08:05 GMT -5
Hakreem
.:Subordinate of Diego Heights:.
.:Subordinate of Diego Heights:.
<<::Basics>>
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Name: Hakreem
Nicknames: Hakreem, Dearest, Dad
Birth name: Hakreem
Meaning: Unknown
Age: 6
Species: 1/8 Smilodon Populator x 7/8 Homotherium Latidens (Sabre-toothed cat)
Height: 3'12
Weight: 800lb
Pack: Diego
Rank: Subordinate (aiming for Beta)
<<::Associates>>
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Mother:
Father: Yassir [npc]
Grandmother:
Grandfather:
Brothers:
Sisters: Deidre,
As good as family: None
Sons:
Daughters: None
Granddaughters: Akyra
Grandsons: None
<<::Mental description>>
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Humour level: 4
Aggression level: 6
Kindness level: 7
Curiosity level: 3
Seriousness level: 10
<<::Physical description>>
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Eyes: Azure
Nose: Mahogany
Main fur: Slate grey
Ears: Ebony black
Paws: Pure ivory white
Tail: Ebony black
Markings: Fleckles/spots, varying gradients of grey, a white underside and muzzle
<<::Summary>>
WIP
<<::Relationships>>
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Love/Crush/Interest/Like/Family/Respect/Best Friend/Friend/Acquaintance/Just Met/Unsure/Trust/Partner/Tolerate/Subordinate/Ignore/Fear/Annoyed/Dislike/Hate/Enemy
Silach: You taught me to love again. You healed the wounds of my heart that for so long have been left to fester. You are the love of my life, dear Silach. If anything were to happen to you, I would have nothing. You are my everything; and so are our children. The honour you brought upon me in baring my young is something I can never repay you for. Thank you Silach, my dearest.
Trinity: My former mate; your death was untimely and undeserved. May you rest in peace, fallen angel.
Navand: You accepted me. You allowed me entry into Diego. I thank you for that.
Kit: Mother, you took care of me, you loved me, you fed me. I cannot repay you for that; I am so sorry that I could not save your daughter.
Yassir: I never knew you, and I never want to. You were no father; you did nothing for us, you did not visit, you did not provide us with food. Nothing. Still I must thank you; thank you because you have made me a better father. I despise the thought of ending up like you.
Mai: I'm deathly sorry my sister ... for I could not reach you in time. Forgive me, I beg of you. Please.
Diedre: A troublemaker at heart you always were; I miss you sister. I cannot help but wonder what fate had in store for you. Though admittedly, I think of you less and less. I cannot help but feel that you too have already met your demise. Maybe we will meet again.
Dimani: My first born son; make me proud. I expect nothing less of you.
Romani: My son. I love you, as I do you brother.
Sintarra: Brother. I did not get the chance to know you, nor did you the world.
Khalon: My King. You serve your pride well, and I am proud to live under your rule. I would never alter loyalties.
Onieros: You were a good King, and a competent fighter. You fate was not deserved, and I will be sure to fight for you.
Coldsun: I've encountered you only once, yet you seem pleasant, polite and respectable.
Aneok Chaosgrowl: Again, I've seen you only once, but you seem kindly. I hope to meet you again.
Kane: The moment your blood soaks my maw will be the day that I am finally released for this dreaded curse that you bestowed upon me. My sister died at you hands; is it not only fair that you should die at mine?
<<::History>>
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<<::Pre-forum>>
Hakreem was born "illegitimately" to a shy mother, Kit, who allowed herself to be walked over by her male associates. Thus, she had no objection to the advances of a confident young juvenile named Yassir , who leapt at the opportunity to partner himself with this attractive yet vulnerable young sabress. One thing led to another, and soon the litter of four was born on a ice-sculpted night in mid winter. The land was carved in Jack Frost's shadow as the mother delivered her youngsters in the relative serenity of a damp, secluded cave on the borders of the silver mountains. A brood consisting to two males and two females arrived in the mist of the storms fury, blanketing the land in a quilt of ice-white snow.
Not long after his birth, Sintarra, the eldest son passed away, unable to endure the wrath of winter. That left Hakreem and his two sisters, Diedre and Mai. For the rest of the winter, the trio remained in the den whilst their mother, Kit took it upon herself to hunt and care for her litter with no intervention from their father, who had long deserted Kit during her pregnancy. The three cubs survived the winter, though it had taken it's toll on the parted family; Kit was desperately thin and malnourished, the cubs too weak to stand. They travelled from the birthing grounds into warmer territories, where they occupied for quite some time. Rife with prey and sustenance, Kit and the trio of cubs lived a life of luxury, the bountiful, prosperous forest sheltering them for the entire spring through autumn. Hakreem and his family resided here for over a year with relatively little significant happenings going on during this time. They hunted, drank and slept as all sabres do.
In late summer, upon reaching a year and a half of age, Hakreem and his two sisters disbanded from their mother, Diedre following her own path and Hakreem and Mai travelling together. Not long had it been since their departure than they met Kane, an ambitious young male of similar age to the pair who requested to join their wandering trio. Thinking nothing of it, Hakreem and his sister permitted Kai entry into their newly established "clan", though this was something they came to regret. Not soon after they'd met, Kane took a liking to Hakreem's sister Mai, and subtly began to court her, something which he quickly came to recognise. However, Hakreem dismissed it, assuming that Mai found Kane a suitable partner. However, it was one night when the striped sabre had briefly departed in order to hunt that Mai told her loving brother that she no longer wished to be affiliated with Kane. She explained how he had become defensive over her, and would not allow her to participate in hunts for fear that she would injure herself. He became possessive, and soon violent. Hakreem explained that there was nothing to fear; that if ever she had any worries that he would be there for her; that she was safe. Reassured somewhat, Mai continued life in the trio, neglecting to inform Hakreem of Kai's newfound aggression towards newcomers who tried so much as to talk to her. She convinced herself that his strange, absurd behaviour was something of a phase and that he would never dream of hurting her.
Summer and autumn passed slowly for the trio, with prey slowly declining in numbers and harsher weather drawing ever closer. Thunderstorms grew ever more frequent as they made their way to the Red Mountains where they sought shelter amongst the caverns in late autumn. A blanket of auburn leaves blanketed the ground, brisk chill causing them to rise as each gust blew them a little further from their resting spot. The trio huddled in a high cave as the tumultuous breeze whipped around them, hailstorms growing in magnitude by the minute. Today the weather was at its worst. The cold night air was humidified by showers of persistant rain and warmed by strokes of lightening that hit the earth like electric hammers. They were desperately hungry. Prey was scarce this time of year, and with autumn drawing to a close their numbers reduced daily. Kindly, Hakreem requested that he should hunt for them, confident that Mai would be safe if left alone with the sleeping Kai for a short time. He emerged from the cave to be met with a drenching downpour, soaking his slate grey coat. Shaking himself dry, Hakreem wandered about the caverns in search of some meager sustenance he might snatch. Later he returned, carrying proudly the carcass of a hare he'd so effortfully chased down. He called into the cave; no reply.
His eyes widened and his stomach clenched as he felt it churn and grumble. He stared for a second in disbelief. No. No. This was a dream ... it could not be happening, it just couldn't! But it was all too real. Upon the sodden earth of the cavern, illuminated by the moons silver glow lie his sister, blood stained over her beautiful ivory pelt. Her cold, lifeless eyes stared at him longingly under the starlight, beckoning his aid. It was too late; he could do nothing now. Behind her body, crouching malevolently, stood Kai, bloody at the mouth, clumps of fur plastered to his jaw. He ran. Hakreem did nothing to stop him. Kai ran; he got away, yet he did nothing. He could do nothing but watch.
He spent the rest of the night beside his sister, with a faint hope that she would return. Yet she didn't. As the sun peaked over the hilltops that same morning Hakreem realized something; that the heart was just a toy. Something to be broken or to be played with, to be manipulated and crushed. But no longer would he succumb to his hearts wishes; he would rise above. He would become stronger without it. So that's what he did. Emotions which had once meant to so much to him, feelings of love, pain, desire, accomplishment all he removed from his mind. Now he was a warrior, and nothing else.
Hakreem wandered alone, not daring to converge a second time. Four years passed as a loner, he utilizing this time to train himself further. He frequently partook in fights, in many of which he triumphed, caring not for whom he maimed. That changed one day however, when a quarrel over prey lead to he and another male, named Scimitar, brawling. Hakreem gained an advantage early on, pinning the weedy Scimitar to the ground and thrusting his unsheathed claws onto his neck. A snarl erupted from Hakreem's throat as he prepared to end his life as he had done so many times before. His paw raised, claws glistening like cuts of lead, eyes looking into Scimitars. "P...p...please". Hakreem turned, still snarling, to face the one who had emitted this meek whimper. Opposite him stood a white cub, similar in build to Scimitar, confronting him. "Please don't hurt my daddy" he begged. Shame engulfed him at that very moment. What had he become? What was he turning into? At the realization that he had in fact become what he feared most, Hakreem fled once again.
At the age of five, only a few weeks following his attack (and his feelings somewhat restored), Hakreem encountered Trinity. She was a rather typical female, not particularly attractive though kind of heart and shy in character. She and Hakreem mixed very well, and soon Trinity would announce to her mate that she bore his cubs. Hakreem was overjoyed, yet concerned simultaneously at the news. He worried that he would not be a good father, that he would not live up to his expectations.
The birth came in spring not too long afterwards, Trinity slowly deteriorating from that point onwards. Born were two cubs, both male, who were named Dimani (the first born of the two) and Romani (the second). The cubs were cared for by both parents up until Trinity's death. This affected Hakreem severely. He lost all hope in life, falling into what some might term depression, others an unending sadness. However, his despair was short-lived, as he knew that nothing could be done, that life worked this way and that his best option now was not to dwell on the past but rather focus on the future. So he took it upon himself to raise Dimani and Romani, teaching them to hunt as a parent would, and guarding them with his life. As they reach less than a year of age, they too left Hakreem's care and ventured forth into the wide world. The grey sabre knew not of their wearabouts from that moment on, something that he regrets.
The rest of that year Hakreem spent wandering. He trudged through the ancient forest, eastward to glacial beach and traversing the borders of Lykopis (unnoticed thankfully). He then found himself in a mountainous area, caverns tipped with snow, that lead to warmer pastures. Unbeknownst to him, Hakreem had stumbled upon Diego's periphery.
<<::Forum>>
Hakreem found himself in a cavern not far into Diego's borders, seeking shelter from the impending storm, aware that he had tresspassed.
<<::Personality>>
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Hakreem to many is the typical grumpy old man; he shows a lack of humour and rarely breaks into a grin. His demeanour is not necessarily defensive, but is constantly alert and suspicious. His mindset is that of a warriors, intense, focused, in some ways interrogative upon approach. Many consider him austere, which is true, yet this is not without reason. He believes that he should, in the presence of others, appear respectable and his gloominess is a reflection of this. He sees yearlings and boisterous juveniles as self-humiliators, constantly soliciting play with wily gestures that provoke caution in his mind.
Though his general demeanour might indicate aggression, Hakreem is not often violent. He prides himself on his ability to restrain himself despite provocation and to maintain calmness even when taunted. However, this does not rule out the possibility of hostility. If Hakreem feels that he or one close to him is at risk, he will attack mercilessly, though only in defense. Nor will he kill without cause. He is patent and tolerant, especially when regarding youngsters.
Towards females, Hakreem is fairly formal and a little shy. He treats them no differently than he would a male, though is often plagued with a light sense of reclusiveness when in their presence. Flirtatious is not a word in Hakreem's vocabulary; he has a great respect for the opposite gender, though this may be confused with prejudice by some in that he believes that males and females should assume different roles. This does not imply that either gender is superior, just that they serve different purposes. Males, he supposes, are obliged to provide support for the family, claiming and holding territory and hunting for the female. His spouse is responsible (in his eyes) for the upbringing of the children, and though he believes it is essential for the children to recieve fatherly input, that is primarily left the the female.
Towards those ranked above him Hakreem is respectful, knowing that they have earned said rank through their own skills and toiling. He does not openly desire to gain rank, and if promoted he would utilize his power to help those whom he feels he is obliged to aid. He is not power-hungry and strives to do well within himself more so than in the eyes of others.
Hakreem is competent and intelligent, with excellent battle tactics learned from years as a loner, where these skills were essential for survival alone. He is a good leader, able to command others well and distribute tasks to those who's strengths suit it. He is a willing soldier, confidence in his own abilities stemming again from nomadic times (when he fought and ultimately triumphed against other wanderers) coupled with his physically powerful frame. Though he is assured by his strength, he does not aim to flaunt it; if anything Hakreem does the opposite. He sees in as a reminder of the times when he lived and battled without remorse or empathy, a time that he is reluctant to mention.
He is reserved about his past, telling a select few of his time before Diego. Though not ashamed of every aspect, he is of the majority. He hates himself for letting Kai get away, and for not keeping in contact with his brood. However, Hakreem does not ponder over this; he is more intent on what the future holds than dwelling on subjects that he knows he is unable to change. He does, on occasion reminisce about his past. He misses Trinity dearly.
Hakreem is a loyal warrior, devoted always to his pride.
<<::References>>
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<<::By creator>>
Hakreem headshot
Hakreem pouncing
Hakreem signature
<<::By others>>
None
<<::Roleplays>>
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Running from the past
Finding friends
Poor lonely kitten
Soon to be mother
<<::Credits>>
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Profile Outline: Daphine
Relationships key: Sharpie
Character design: Nezumi
Outline edits: Nezumi - Do not use my edits without permission