Blackmoon
Sept 28, 2015 0:44:02 GMT -5
Post by Blackmoon on Sept 28, 2015 0:44:02 GMT -5
"Cynicism stems from disappointment. Cynical and faithless people were not always like that. They were filled with possibilities and hopes once."
Name: Blackmoon
Alias: The Blackest of Blood
Age: Indeterminate
Sex: Female
Weight: 200lbs
Height: 45in
Subspecies: C. Mystica
Appearance: Blackmoon is a tall and heavy she-wolf, covered in lean but powerful muscle that allows her to make the strongest and quickest physical strikes she can manage to land. She always carries her tail upright and tall, as that is her right to do as the Alpha of Kolana. He fur is long and has a thick undercoat. The fur on her neck is grown out into a mane, the fur on her chest and underbelly a long and fluffy cream-tan. Her ears are the same dark brown as her facial mask marking and her nose. This dark brown also covers her shoulders, haunches and forms "socks" on her feet. Her paw pads are black like her claws, her lips, gums and tongue are black as well. Her eyes are a burnt and deep orange with yellow 'cat ring' around the pupil. She normally holds a very stone-faced and serious expression, or an annoyed but strangely detached expression.
Rank: Alpha (Female)
Pack: Kolana
Specialty: Magic | Physical
Elemental Affinity: Darkness | Water
Personality: Blackmoon is fiercely independent. She is able to accomplish anything she puts her mind to and she won't give up. She is perfectly suited to being on her own. She is not a social butterfly like some other people and actually prefers to live by herself, that way there is never any issue of who controls what at home, she likes to be in control.
Relationships with Blackmoon are always complicated, just like her, her relationships are a series of extremes, she can even be downright moody for no apparent reason. Blackmoon is known for her possessiveness and jealousy but on the other hand, she is extremely loyal. Blackmoon has an excellent memory and combined with an inability to let things go, she can hold a grudge against someone who did her harm forever, in fact Blackmoon rarely if never forgives and forgets. She will even go as far as get vengeance on the being. On the other hand, she will always remember a kind gesture forever. Any kind selfless gesture done for Blackmoon will gain respect which is extremely important to her in any relationship, either romantic or not. The best advice is to be honest with Blackmoon and in return, you will gain an amazing, powerful and interesting ally that can be trusted.
Blackmoon is perfectly suited to any form of business that makes a difference in the world, greatly impacts society and most importantly, Blackmoon has to be in a power position, this is why these careers are suited to Blackmoon, she demands one person in supreme control giving orders and leading a unit of people/practices, and she demands that the one person be her. In pack-related business, Blackmoon tends to easily gather wealth, she makes very wise decisions.
Blackmoon is extremely ambitious, persistent and determined which is shown through a power hungry, controlling attitude. Not in a stubborn sense however, because Blackmoon will work for what she wants and control with justified reasons. This is obvious to any onlooker. Blackmoon never gives up, she is so determined to reach her goal. The key to this success is her flexibility. She is able to re-survey a situation and take a different approach if necessary. This makes her very adaptable and versatile. Blackmoon is a fierce competitor, combined with her powers of observation and her excellent memory, she will recall facts and when necessary, bring them to the table at the time of need. She will win justly, with proper facts and arguments to support her thoughts and opinions. Blackmoon is excellent at restoring order to a chaotic situation and she is just as capable of manipulating for her own greed and benefit. The un-evolved Blackmoon is a very dangerous person because she uses her powers to benefit only her and will step on others in order to satisfy her own wants.
She is all about intensity and contradictions. She likes to be aware of a situation and always know what's going on, figuring this out with her probing mind, on the other hand, she is interested in the occult, the paranormal and other types of similar unknown mysteries. She is very capable of hiding her true feelings and motivations, she often has ulterior motives or a hidden agenda.
Blackmoon is all about control, she needs to be in control at all times. To be out of control is very threatening, even dangerous to her psyche, when she controls, she feels safe. She is very emotional, her emotions are intensified, both good emotions and bad. Negative emotions of jealousy and resentment are hallmarks of her. On the other side, she is well known for her forceful and powerful drive to succeed and her amazing dedication. Blackmoon is constantly trying to understand her emotions through finding a deeper purpose in life.
Blackmoon is very intuitive, but not as in a psychic sense, more as intuitive into the mind, she has a great understanding of the mystery and the power of the wolf’s mind.
Blackmoon has a fear of failure which she keeps hidden extremely well, should her confrontation not be successful, or her career fail, she will simply use her adaptive skill to quickly move and and leave the bad experience behind. Do not ever expect her to fess up or share her tale with anyone however because this shows signs of weakness and Blackmoon always wins, she is always the self-proclaimed best! One of the reasons she seems like she always accomplishes her goals is because she sets tangible short-term goals that she know she can accomplish, she knows what she is capable of and this is what she goes for.
Blackmoon is very wary about trusting anyone, a person needs to gain her trust and this gets built up over time. Underneath the cool exterior, energies and emotions are constantly flowing but Blackmoon deals with this by channeling this into useful activities, hobbies, relationships or a career. This is never apparent to the outside observer but knowing this fact explains why Blackmoon is so passionate about whatever it is that she is undertaking. Blackmoon has powerful instincts and she trusts her own gut feeling which is another reason why Blackmoon seldom fails.
Blackmoon is a very deep, intense wolf, there is always more than meets the eye. She presents a cool, detached and unemotional air to the world yet lying underneath is tremendous power, extreme strength, intense passion and a strong will and a persistent drive. Blackmoon has a very penetrative mind, so do not be surprised if she ask questions, she is trying to delve deeper and figure things out and survey the situation. She always wants to know why, where and any other possible detail she can possibly know. Blackmoon is very weary of the games that other people try to play and she is very aware of it. Blackmoon tends to dominate and control anyone that lets them, or anyone that she finds weak. The person that Blackmoon respects and holds close to them is treated with amazing kindness, loyalty and generosity. On the outside, Blackmoon has great secretiveness and mystery. This magnetically draws people to her. She is known to be controlling and too ambitious but only because she needs control for this makes her feel safe.
Likes: Be knowledgeable about what you talk about with her because Blackmoon is intelligent and has lots of knowledge about many things. If someone is an expert on a certain topic, and they teach her about it, you will impress her because this know-it-all is does usually know fine details about a lot of things, never being too busy to bother to learn. People that speak their mind, and engage her in a friendly debate but are never too conservative, as she finds this to be very dull and boring. You can say that Blackmoon has a short attention span when it comes to socialising with others. It's not that she gets distracted, it more that she grows bored of dealing with others for long amounts of time and likes to cut to the chase.
Being honest and loyal to her, once she has had her trust broken she will never give it back again, and then she can make someone truly regret. Being honest, and loyal to something earns her respect and honor.
Dislikes: Blackmoon absolutely abhors when people try to shove something down her throat, seriously it’s not cool. She dislikes anything being pushed off onto someone without consent, but strangely, she has no problem doing it to someone else. Blackmoon enjoys her freedom to such a point that even a mention of slavery or bondage bothers her, as she has a strong belief in freedom of will. Well at least for herself and people that she holds dear. She hates it when someone blames her for something and doesn’t let her explain, and it enrages her when they blame her for something she honestly didn’t do and then don’t let her explain how she is innocent. She will not go venturing around too when it is warmer than 85 degrees fahrenheit, as she does indeed get migraines easily and prefers colder weather. Being constantly touched/smothered/strongly depended upon; Blackmoon doesn’t like being touched or fretted over. She doesn’t even like someone being in her “elbow space” if she doesn’t know them, and even then it can still bother her.
Fear: Blackmoon fears not being in control. She needs to be in control. She needs to be the most powerful presence in the room, for without that, it begins to unravel her nerves and grind on her patience. Routine and boredom are two of Blackmoon’s biggest fears. She would rather be sad and know the depressing truth than be ignorant of something important, she does not want anything putting a damper on her freedom or causing unforeseen misfires. She secretly fears becoming an outcast and being rejected by everyone around her. Another fear is not being able to help someone that she loves, or seeing someone she loves die, as she believes that it is her duty to protect those around her that depend on her. This is why she refuses to get close to anyone.
Blackmoon has a fear of failure which she keeps hidden extremely well, should her confrontation not be successful, or her career fail, she will simply use her adaptive skill to quickly move and and leave the bad experience behind. Do not ever expect her to fess up or share her tale with anyone however because this shows signs of weakness and Blackmoon always wins, she is always the self-proclaimed best! One of the reasons she seems like she always accomplishes her goals is because she sets tangible short-term goals that she know she can accomplish, she knows what she is capable of and this is what she goes for.
Motivation: To not die young. Well okay, she has a more motivation than just that. That motivation is to become a great Alpha and to benefit her Pack. But she will NOT be made a tool out of! She has a will and by whatever mighty Spirit if she changes her mind than it shall be changed.
Blackmoon wants to become a renowned and respected Alpha female, feared, loved and respected at the same time. The reason she aims to go so high is so that her pack can be glorious and great. Not that the previous Alphas haven’t done that, but she wishes to make the Kolana’s light glow brighter.
Stats
ATK: 9
DEF: 7
SPD: 8
Background: One night, the Void was feeling as though there was too much right in the world, and so he needed to fix that for that is what he did as he was the opposite of all of creation. As such, he took a part of himself, and threw it onto Earth, where it landed in a lake filled with Water. Water did not like this, and so she fought to keep the Void from corrupting her as it had done the wolves. The battle was fierce, but short, and from the foam came a mighty black wolf that was born of their conflict, and she chose the name Blackblood, for her blood was black as her father, the Void.
BlackBlood was not alone in her birth, for there was another with her, and that was her sister, Wicked. As soon as they were born, they fought, and Wicked showed her true ways by using guile and cunning to show that she was the better of the two as she delved into her mind to assault her very being, and as such they were sworn enemies for her ways were Wicked as was her name and she would do anything to destroy Blackblood’s sanity so that she would willingly join her with their father and destroy all that exists.
But time passes, and sometimes it passes slowly, sometimes it passes quickly; either way, Blackblood refused to join her sister and The Corruption in their goals. Maybe her aversion to them was Water speaking out to her and trying to lead her right. Maybe it was her own desires and need for freedom that lead her to stray from the darkness. Either way, it didn't matter to her, and it never would matter to her. She didn't want anything to do with either side, and she was content as long as they left her and her followers alone.
Very little throughout time has meant much to her. From the birth of the Old Lands packs, to meeting Lightningvenom, to the first Eagle Warriors being created, even when the packs moved and The Corruption ate away at the land like a hungry wolf. None of it mattered to her until her pack came into danger's way. When danger came, she would defend, wiping away enemies crushing insects beneath her paw. Yes, she could be remorseless, and yes, she was dangerous, but it mattered not to her in the grand scheme of all things. Everything that ever lived died, and everything that's alive is going to die. Nothing is sacred about life in her eyes. These thoughts, ones that she's struggled with for a long time, are the reason behind her aloof and cold nature.
There is no point in becoming close to someone and gaining an attachment that will make you put your life in danger, especially when that person is so fragile and will crumble, fade away and die. To her, romantic relationships were pointless. Sure, she could bring herself to be friends with the members of her pack, but she could never let herself fall in love with any of them, it wasn't worth the pain and suffering of loss in her logic and thoughts, and besides, she always kept friends at a distance.
As such, she has lived a very lonely life when it comes to being involved with others, letting others in.
RP Sample:
He watched the worn looking mustard monkey raise a hand up and run it over his tubular shaped hair. He had said that it was called a... A... Promprodour? Pompadour? Pandadour? Ezrihel ran the word through his mind a few times, trying to get it right in case he had to say that accursed word again sometime in the near or distant future.
But the word was not enough to distract him from the rotting yellow of Cyburn's teeth. Oh spirits protect him from the man's must be stank breath. In the politest way possible, Ezrihel would begin to step closer to the man, so that there would be less than three feet of distance between them and hold his breath; this action of holding his breath would be unnoticeable by Cy. He would extend his left hand and shake the same hand of Cyburn in a firm handshake, bouncing their hands three times before letting go and taking a step back once more, his hand would return to his side at a normal speed. Denying a handshake would be one of the rudest things that Ezrihel could do, and as that was such a custom or tradition where he was from, he wouldn't be one to offend and possibly start some sort of fight; though after the handshake, his hand would feel sticky enough to warrant him reaching into his right pocket with his right hand and getting his clean red cotton handkerchief out to whip his left hand clean before returning the cloth to his pocket.
During all of this exchanging, he would keep himself guarded not letting his eyes fall from the face of his conversant, keeping his mind shielded from any sort of probing. With his mind being shielded as such, it would be impossible for the sword or Cyburn to get past the barriers and pry into his thoughts or memories. The exception to this would be if the huge black and silver sword strapped to his new acquaintance's waist decided to answer his question, which in that case, the sword would be projecting it's thoughts on to the tendril like probe of consciousness that Ezrihel had reached out to it earlier.
Not only would he shield his mind but he remained physically prepared to evade and in turn counter any sort of attack that this stranger might decide to launch at him. His knees would remain slightly bent, ready to take any sort of leg sweep directed at him; his haunches would be tensed ever so much, persisting in order to allow readiness should he have to jump backwards.
Why would Ezrihel decide to keep himself at ready like this, one might ask? This was some new situation thrust upon him, he was shoved into a new dimension with some stranger newcomer who had greeted him by welcoming him to a place that directly clashed with the legitimized history of his universe and species. On top of all of this, the man was filthy and had rotting teeth, he looked fairly homeless and didn't seem to care in the least about that. Anyone that cared that little about themselves couldn't be trusted in Ezrihel's eyes, for if they cared naught about themselves, then what insane and dangerous things might they be willing to commit, and for the sake of what?
And all these 'fears' would be confirmed with the next few words to leave Cyburn's mouth. Enemies? Just from being from the South? What for? Then he continued on to say that they were enemies, but with a common cause. Ezrihel was still kind of hung up on being called an enemy without a proper reason being given before. Ez had done nothing to this strange man, and he demanded to be seen as innocent without fault until he had indeed done something drastic!
Then the fault of the differing verses was explained to Ezrihel. So, this man WAS from some other dimension or universe, and... Sadly there was no way to get back as of yet. Hmm... His thoughts instantly went to his children, then to Santiana and Lilith. What would they do with the plantation? What would people think? Would they blame Santiana? How would his children grow up correctly without knowing their father? All these thoughts swirled around his head, and would make any normal human sick and consumed with fear, but he was not normal, nor a human. He was the reincarnate of Aza'Zayl, the fallen angel of vanity and war! He had experienced much worse than this in his past life. If anything, this was just a weaker form of exile and punishment.
"I can see you are confused," Cyburn started. Oh boy, how he had summed that one up in a not so correct manner. Ezrihel would safely assume that this man had yet to notice how pale he was, or how the corners of his eyes had a purple coloring instead of the normal human pinkish-red tone, or maybe the purple-blue undertones that made his skin look slightly grey when compared to a human. These thoughts didn't really bother him, and he hadn't shown any indication of his thoughts on his face as he was a reserved person. Of course they were not from the same verse. Only nobility or the rich wore pure white, and this man looked neither noble or rich.
It was now being explained that the North and South had gone to war over several issues, including the seemingly looming growth of the federal government and the ever growing reach of that said government trying to strangle the states, and the withholding of livestock. So, a civil war had developed in at least one alternate universe, Ez of course had his speculations about the possibilities of war over the growing differences that the South and North seemed to have with each other.
"Triceratops meat?" He said, raising his right eyebrow slightly to show his skepticism at the mention of dinosaurs still living and roaming about North America. Dinosaurs had been wiped out in order to make way for humans, or well, at least in his original universe. "We wiped out the dinosaurs sixty-five million years ago in order to make way for homo sapiens, but I guess it makes sense if you're really from some other universe, since humans haven't even rediscovered even the most basic ruins of the ancient cities from the old world. Let alone fossils of dinosaurs."
Then Cyburn added with an air of could-not-care-less something about an issue of slavery and racism, then slumped his form back and said something about mammoth meat from some other strange land. To Ezzy, it was obvious that the man was raving to himself in a quiet tone, so the ranting meant very little to Ezrihel. Cyburn suddenly snapped back to the conversation at hand and remarked that yes, he did know his name and about his hair, then questioned what his name was.
Hadn't he just answered that question? He could have sworn that he had just answered that question. Eh, he would answer and take the opportunity to ask Cyburn a counter inquiry. "As I said before, I am Ezrihel of Charleston, South Carolina. May I ask why you look homeless? Do they not have showers anywhere here, or are humans from your universe naturally more grimy and dirty looking since apparently my people did much less to help along your species?"
But the word was not enough to distract him from the rotting yellow of Cyburn's teeth. Oh spirits protect him from the man's must be stank breath. In the politest way possible, Ezrihel would begin to step closer to the man, so that there would be less than three feet of distance between them and hold his breath; this action of holding his breath would be unnoticeable by Cy. He would extend his left hand and shake the same hand of Cyburn in a firm handshake, bouncing their hands three times before letting go and taking a step back once more, his hand would return to his side at a normal speed. Denying a handshake would be one of the rudest things that Ezrihel could do, and as that was such a custom or tradition where he was from, he wouldn't be one to offend and possibly start some sort of fight; though after the handshake, his hand would feel sticky enough to warrant him reaching into his right pocket with his right hand and getting his clean red cotton handkerchief out to whip his left hand clean before returning the cloth to his pocket.
During all of this exchanging, he would keep himself guarded not letting his eyes fall from the face of his conversant, keeping his mind shielded from any sort of probing. With his mind being shielded as such, it would be impossible for the sword or Cyburn to get past the barriers and pry into his thoughts or memories. The exception to this would be if the huge black and silver sword strapped to his new acquaintance's waist decided to answer his question, which in that case, the sword would be projecting it's thoughts on to the tendril like probe of consciousness that Ezrihel had reached out to it earlier.
Not only would he shield his mind but he remained physically prepared to evade and in turn counter any sort of attack that this stranger might decide to launch at him. His knees would remain slightly bent, ready to take any sort of leg sweep directed at him; his haunches would be tensed ever so much, persisting in order to allow readiness should he have to jump backwards.
Why would Ezrihel decide to keep himself at ready like this, one might ask? This was some new situation thrust upon him, he was shoved into a new dimension with some stranger newcomer who had greeted him by welcoming him to a place that directly clashed with the legitimized history of his universe and species. On top of all of this, the man was filthy and had rotting teeth, he looked fairly homeless and didn't seem to care in the least about that. Anyone that cared that little about themselves couldn't be trusted in Ezrihel's eyes, for if they cared naught about themselves, then what insane and dangerous things might they be willing to commit, and for the sake of what?
And all these 'fears' would be confirmed with the next few words to leave Cyburn's mouth. Enemies? Just from being from the South? What for? Then he continued on to say that they were enemies, but with a common cause. Ezrihel was still kind of hung up on being called an enemy without a proper reason being given before. Ez had done nothing to this strange man, and he demanded to be seen as innocent without fault until he had indeed done something drastic!
Then the fault of the differing verses was explained to Ezrihel. So, this man WAS from some other dimension or universe, and... Sadly there was no way to get back as of yet. Hmm... His thoughts instantly went to his children, then to Santiana and Lilith. What would they do with the plantation? What would people think? Would they blame Santiana? How would his children grow up correctly without knowing their father? All these thoughts swirled around his head, and would make any normal human sick and consumed with fear, but he was not normal, nor a human. He was the reincarnate of Aza'Zayl, the fallen angel of vanity and war! He had experienced much worse than this in his past life. If anything, this was just a weaker form of exile and punishment.
"I can see you are confused," Cyburn started. Oh boy, how he had summed that one up in a not so correct manner. Ezrihel would safely assume that this man had yet to notice how pale he was, or how the corners of his eyes had a purple coloring instead of the normal human pinkish-red tone, or maybe the purple-blue undertones that made his skin look slightly grey when compared to a human. These thoughts didn't really bother him, and he hadn't shown any indication of his thoughts on his face as he was a reserved person. Of course they were not from the same verse. Only nobility or the rich wore pure white, and this man looked neither noble or rich.
It was now being explained that the North and South had gone to war over several issues, including the seemingly looming growth of the federal government and the ever growing reach of that said government trying to strangle the states, and the withholding of livestock. So, a civil war had developed in at least one alternate universe, Ez of course had his speculations about the possibilities of war over the growing differences that the South and North seemed to have with each other.
"Triceratops meat?" He said, raising his right eyebrow slightly to show his skepticism at the mention of dinosaurs still living and roaming about North America. Dinosaurs had been wiped out in order to make way for humans, or well, at least in his original universe. "We wiped out the dinosaurs sixty-five million years ago in order to make way for homo sapiens, but I guess it makes sense if you're really from some other universe, since humans haven't even rediscovered even the most basic ruins of the ancient cities from the old world. Let alone fossils of dinosaurs."
Then Cyburn added with an air of could-not-care-less something about an issue of slavery and racism, then slumped his form back and said something about mammoth meat from some other strange land. To Ezzy, it was obvious that the man was raving to himself in a quiet tone, so the ranting meant very little to Ezrihel. Cyburn suddenly snapped back to the conversation at hand and remarked that yes, he did know his name and about his hair, then questioned what his name was.
Hadn't he just answered that question? He could have sworn that he had just answered that question. Eh, he would answer and take the opportunity to ask Cyburn a counter inquiry. "As I said before, I am Ezrihel of Charleston, South Carolina. May I ask why you look homeless? Do they not have showers anywhere here, or are humans from your universe naturally more grimy and dirty looking since apparently my people did much less to help along your species?"
-Ezrihel, "Excuse Me Miss, but This is Not Sweet Charleston!" (From Omniverse, a phpboards site)
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