Post by Akyra on Jun 7, 2009 8:09:18 GMT -5
Character owned by Kay Fedewa, and roleplayed by Nezumi
║ T H E B A S I C S ║
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¦Name:: Inteus {Goes by Shukka in the comic}
¦Nicknames:: None
¦Sex:: Male
¦Breed:: Short-tailed Sabretooth
¦Height:: 4'4"
¦Weight:: 350 lbs
¦Age:: 8
¦Birth Season:: Unknown
║ T H E R E L A T I O N S ║
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¦Father:: Unknown
¦Mother:: Unknown
¦Siblings:: Unknown
¦Mate:: None
¦Offspring:: None
¦Current Location:: The Blackblood Outlands
¦Former Packs/Prides:: Stoneclaw
¦Former Ranks:: Subordinate I assume
¦Current Pack:: The Blackblood Alliance
¦Current Rank:: Ally
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¦Father:: Unknown
¦Mother:: Unknown
¦Siblings:: Unknown
¦Mate:: None
¦Offspring:: None
¦Current Location:: The Blackblood Outlands
¦Former Packs/Prides:: Stoneclaw
¦Former Ranks:: Subordinate I assume
¦Current Pack:: The Blackblood Alliance
¦Current Rank:: Ally
║ T H E L O O K S ║
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¦Fur Texture:: Coarse but smooth
¦Body Structure:: Fairly stockly, indicative of his strength in his youthful days
¦Voice:: Deep and gruff with a slight lisping hiss {Voice Clip}
¦Main Pelt:: Silver grey
¦Secondary Colors:: Lighter hues of grey, jet black and pure, unblemished white
¦Markings:: Ebony stripes resembling jagged branches
¦Eyes:: Clouded by blindness, resulting in a white tinge to them
¦Scars:: None
¦Accessories:: None
¦Overall:: Clothed in a pelt of dull fawn grey, Inteus is a sabre who's dimensions reflect more a warrior than a retiree. His stocky, masculine form is painted in several different tones of grey, varying in gradients, blanketing his underside and the backs of each limb. The distinction between the two shades is rather jagged, and though the definition is clear it lacks symmetry. His head is shadowed by a mowhawk-like mane that splits distinctly into two sections which wilt over either side of the sabres forehead. His eyes are outlined in a lightish grey that curls to a point just above his eyebrows. This same shade is visible around his square muzzle and stretches in a thin strip along his cheek and concludes at his jet black ears. Curving diagonally from his ruffs are two jagged black stripes, inequal in length which almost meet his eye. His two sightless orbs bare a white tint (due to the fact that he's blind) and his pupils are not visible. Inteus' nose is coloured a deep black. His stocky, muscular bulk is coloured a fawn grey, lightening as it receeds under his stomach and down the sides of his limbs and tail (which is tipped with ivory white). His entire form is covered in black, thorn-like stripes resembling hagard branches, having endured the wrath of the elements and worn away further by time. Inteus' paws are tinged a light grey, the same shade as his underside, with retractable claws a sombre yellow. Though having seen near on eight years of wear, his fangs are in relatively good condition, the only sign indicative of their age being their yellow-cream tinge.
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¦Fur Texture:: Coarse but smooth
¦Body Structure:: Fairly stockly, indicative of his strength in his youthful days
¦Voice:: Deep and gruff with a slight lisping hiss {Voice Clip}
¦Main Pelt:: Silver grey
¦Secondary Colors:: Lighter hues of grey, jet black and pure, unblemished white
¦Markings:: Ebony stripes resembling jagged branches
¦Eyes:: Clouded by blindness, resulting in a white tinge to them
¦Scars:: None
¦Accessories:: None
¦Overall:: Clothed in a pelt of dull fawn grey, Inteus is a sabre who's dimensions reflect more a warrior than a retiree. His stocky, masculine form is painted in several different tones of grey, varying in gradients, blanketing his underside and the backs of each limb. The distinction between the two shades is rather jagged, and though the definition is clear it lacks symmetry. His head is shadowed by a mowhawk-like mane that splits distinctly into two sections which wilt over either side of the sabres forehead. His eyes are outlined in a lightish grey that curls to a point just above his eyebrows. This same shade is visible around his square muzzle and stretches in a thin strip along his cheek and concludes at his jet black ears. Curving diagonally from his ruffs are two jagged black stripes, inequal in length which almost meet his eye. His two sightless orbs bare a white tint (due to the fact that he's blind) and his pupils are not visible. Inteus' nose is coloured a deep black. His stocky, muscular bulk is coloured a fawn grey, lightening as it receeds under his stomach and down the sides of his limbs and tail (which is tipped with ivory white). His entire form is covered in black, thorn-like stripes resembling hagard branches, having endured the wrath of the elements and worn away further by time. Inteus' paws are tinged a light grey, the same shade as his underside, with retractable claws a sombre yellow. Though having seen near on eight years of wear, his fangs are in relatively good condition, the only sign indicative of their age being their yellow-cream tinge.
║ T H E I N S I D E ║
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¦Likes:: Occasional alone time, Sunrush, Swiftkill, The BBA, Scythetrill (having recently taken a grand-fatherly approach to her)
¦Dislikes:: Puppies, Obstinant youths, Stoneclaw, Alteron (any allied with the two)
¦Morals:: Inteus has a good sense of morality and of what is considered right and wrong
¦Habits:: Complaining, Pecimistic, Overly-tolerant
¦Hygiene:: High
¦Overall:: {Written by Sunrush}
He's a bit gruff, enjoys the BBA dires in a comrade kind of way, dislikes witty banter, is kind of grumpy but over all a good guy. He's old and obviously blind yet his motions are deliberate and precise. He enjoys his peace and dislikes when it's interrupted; Inteus is well aquainted with many wolves of the Outlands, notably Swiftkill, Scythetrill and Sunrush. He has little interest in females, not being overly hormonal partially due to age though mostly through a lack of interest in a relationship. He also has a strong dislike for Alteron, Stoneclaw and anyone allied with the two. He regards the Stoneclaw's as brutish and blood-thirsty, whilst his distastful attitude towards Alteron is dervived mostly from Rapier's manipulation resulting in the Blackbloods banishment.
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¦Likes:: Occasional alone time, Sunrush, Swiftkill, The BBA, Scythetrill (having recently taken a grand-fatherly approach to her)
¦Dislikes:: Puppies, Obstinant youths, Stoneclaw, Alteron (any allied with the two)
¦Morals:: Inteus has a good sense of morality and of what is considered right and wrong
¦Habits:: Complaining, Pecimistic, Overly-tolerant
¦Hygiene:: High
¦Overall:: {Written by Sunrush}
He's a bit gruff, enjoys the BBA dires in a comrade kind of way, dislikes witty banter, is kind of grumpy but over all a good guy. He's old and obviously blind yet his motions are deliberate and precise. He enjoys his peace and dislikes when it's interrupted; Inteus is well aquainted with many wolves of the Outlands, notably Swiftkill, Scythetrill and Sunrush. He has little interest in females, not being overly hormonal partially due to age though mostly through a lack of interest in a relationship. He also has a strong dislike for Alteron, Stoneclaw and anyone allied with the two. He regards the Stoneclaw's as brutish and blood-thirsty, whilst his distastful attitude towards Alteron is dervived mostly from Rapier's manipulation resulting in the Blackbloods banishment.
║ T H E P A S T ║
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¦:: Little is known of Inteus' past before the BBO. He was born a sabre of Stoneclaw, but reliquished his ties with them after the war against the Blackbloods.
¦:: Soon after the war was over and the loose alliance between Inaria and the Blackbloods was formed, Inteus met Swiftkill. She was alone, cornered by Alteronians. He aided her in her pursuit to escape, and in return for his assistance she granted him entry into the Blackblood pack. She offered him shelter, a home and a permanent status as an ally so long as he was willing to provide them with information on the Stoneclaw. He willingly agreed, knowing that his devotion now lie with the Blackbloods.
¦:: Narrated from a recent roleplay, written by Seribaba
¦:: Inteus was accepted as a member of the council.
¦:: Met with Oracle to discuss all that he knew of Swiftkill.
¦:: Inteus next encountered Belle, comare of Aryion, though this meeting had little significance.
¦:: For a while, simply wandered about the Outlands, enjoying life and conversing with the inhabiting Blackbloods
¦:: He later met with Lutec, his old friend, and exchanged information about Swiftkills current situation in Alteron and Scythetrills absence (of which none of them were aware of the cause). Inteus was unnerved by the loss of two good friends.
¦:: General conversing in the Outlands followed (Met Caspian, Sasori, Stormshadow among many)
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¦:: Little is known of Inteus' past before the BBO. He was born a sabre of Stoneclaw, but reliquished his ties with them after the war against the Blackbloods.
¦:: Soon after the war was over and the loose alliance between Inaria and the Blackbloods was formed, Inteus met Swiftkill. She was alone, cornered by Alteronians. He aided her in her pursuit to escape, and in return for his assistance she granted him entry into the Blackblood pack. She offered him shelter, a home and a permanent status as an ally so long as he was willing to provide them with information on the Stoneclaw. He willingly agreed, knowing that his devotion now lie with the Blackbloods.
¦:: Narrated from a recent roleplay, written by Seribaba
"It was not long after the Blackbloods reestablished their loose alliance with Inaria," he began. "Right after the war. I had sundered my bonds to the Stoneclaw. . .I did not want to be associated with those beasts. Not after that slaughter." He paused, willing himself not to think back too much on those horrible days. Blind though he may have been, but his ears and nose had been assaulted by the chaos. "I have always held a lighter view of wolves."
A large rounded stone lay in his path. Inteus stepped over it, not even acknowledging that he had done so.
"I met Swiftkill first," he continued. "She was alone. . .cornered by Alterons. I helped her fight. Drove them away. She offered me shelter for a while in return." He paused, taking in a deep breath. A smell of green was starting to permeate the air. "On some nights, she would come and talk to me. She was my first true friend." He turned his head a little ways, pointing one sightless orb in the general direction of the she-wolves. "She offered me permanent status as an ally of the Blackbloods, and a home, in return for my knowledge of the Stoneclaw, and for my word to fight if war should come again."
Inteus paused again. There was no reason for it this time. He just felt like being silent for a moment.
"The Stoneclaw have been kept at bay because of what I have been able to tell the Blackbloods," he finally finished. "You may think that traitorous of me, but I made my choice years ago. I will never return to the Stoneclaw clan." And now he stopped completely, rivulets of dust floating up from between the toes of his wide paws. "I will die here, in the land of the Blackblood wolves."
And with that, the great sabre fell silent. That was more than he had spoken in years. And it had felt pretty good. Once it had settled, his voice hadn't sounded quite as rough as normal.
"So now you know why a sabre lives among the Blackbloods."
A large rounded stone lay in his path. Inteus stepped over it, not even acknowledging that he had done so.
"I met Swiftkill first," he continued. "She was alone. . .cornered by Alterons. I helped her fight. Drove them away. She offered me shelter for a while in return." He paused, taking in a deep breath. A smell of green was starting to permeate the air. "On some nights, she would come and talk to me. She was my first true friend." He turned his head a little ways, pointing one sightless orb in the general direction of the she-wolves. "She offered me permanent status as an ally of the Blackbloods, and a home, in return for my knowledge of the Stoneclaw, and for my word to fight if war should come again."
Inteus paused again. There was no reason for it this time. He just felt like being silent for a moment.
"The Stoneclaw have been kept at bay because of what I have been able to tell the Blackbloods," he finally finished. "You may think that traitorous of me, but I made my choice years ago. I will never return to the Stoneclaw clan." And now he stopped completely, rivulets of dust floating up from between the toes of his wide paws. "I will die here, in the land of the Blackblood wolves."
And with that, the great sabre fell silent. That was more than he had spoken in years. And it had felt pretty good. Once it had settled, his voice hadn't sounded quite as rough as normal.
"So now you know why a sabre lives among the Blackbloods."
¦:: Inteus was accepted as a member of the council.
¦:: Met with Oracle to discuss all that he knew of Swiftkill.
¦:: Inteus next encountered Belle, comare of Aryion, though this meeting had little significance.
¦:: For a while, simply wandered about the Outlands, enjoying life and conversing with the inhabiting Blackbloods
¦:: He later met with Lutec, his old friend, and exchanged information about Swiftkills current situation in Alteron and Scythetrills absence (of which none of them were aware of the cause). Inteus was unnerved by the loss of two good friends.
¦:: General conversing in the Outlands followed (Met Caspian, Sasori, Stormshadow among many)
║ T H E M U S I C ║
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¦Theme Song:: The General - Dispatch
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3JjlkfX5Gk
¦Lyrics::
there was a decorated general with
a heart of gold, that likened him to
all the stories he told
of past battles, won and lost, and
legends of old a seasoned veteran in
his own time
on the battlefield, he gained
respectful fame with many medals
of bravery and stripes to his name
he grew a beard as soon as he could
to cover the scars on his face
and always urged his men on
but on the eve of a great battle
with the infantry in dream
the old general tossed in his sleep
And wrestled with its meaning
he awoke from the night
to tell what he had seen
and walked slowly out of his tent
all the men held tall with their
chests in the air, with courage in
their blood and a fire in their stare
it was a grey morning and they all
wondered how they would fare
till the old general told them to go home
[CHORUS:]
He said:
I have seen the others
and I have discovered
that this fight is not worth fighting
I have seen their mothers
and I will no other
to follow me where I'm going
So,take a shower, shine your shoes
you got no time to lose
you are young men you must be living
Take a shower, shine your shoes
you got no time to lose
you are young men you must be living
go now you are forgiven
but the men stood fast with their
guns on their shoulders not knowing
what to do with the contradicting orders
the general said he would do his own
duty but would extend it no further
the men could go as they pleased
not a man moved, their eyes gazed
straight ahead till one by one they
stepped back and not a word was said
and the old general was left with his
own words echoing in his head
he then prepared to fight
[CHORUS]
go now you are forgiven
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¦Theme Song:: The General - Dispatch
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3JjlkfX5Gk
¦Lyrics::
there was a decorated general with
a heart of gold, that likened him to
all the stories he told
of past battles, won and lost, and
legends of old a seasoned veteran in
his own time
on the battlefield, he gained
respectful fame with many medals
of bravery and stripes to his name
he grew a beard as soon as he could
to cover the scars on his face
and always urged his men on
but on the eve of a great battle
with the infantry in dream
the old general tossed in his sleep
And wrestled with its meaning
he awoke from the night
to tell what he had seen
and walked slowly out of his tent
all the men held tall with their
chests in the air, with courage in
their blood and a fire in their stare
it was a grey morning and they all
wondered how they would fare
till the old general told them to go home
[CHORUS:]
He said:
I have seen the others
and I have discovered
that this fight is not worth fighting
I have seen their mothers
and I will no other
to follow me where I'm going
So,take a shower, shine your shoes
you got no time to lose
you are young men you must be living
Take a shower, shine your shoes
you got no time to lose
you are young men you must be living
go now you are forgiven
but the men stood fast with their
guns on their shoulders not knowing
what to do with the contradicting orders
the general said he would do his own
duty but would extend it no further
the men could go as they pleased
not a man moved, their eyes gazed
straight ahead till one by one they
stepped back and not a word was said
and the old general was left with his
own words echoing in his head
he then prepared to fight
[CHORUS]
go now you are forgiven
║ T H E A R C H I V E ║
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¦Dead roleplays::
Dry Run
My Heart Tells Me. . .
I Feel a Change in the Wind
Darkened Storm
Thinking of you
One of them
Laws of Attraction
Rise Above
¦Completed roleplays::
May You Live Forever
Council Acceptance #3
Return of the Exiled
Tell me what you have seen
Here Kitty Kitty
¦Current roleplays::
I'd come for you
Take your chance
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¦Dead roleplays::
Thinking of you
One of them
Laws of Attraction
Rise Above
¦Completed roleplays::
Council Acceptance #3
Tell me what you have seen
Here Kitty Kitty
¦Current roleplays::
I'd come for you
Take your chance