Incubus, The winds whisper of a devil; a leader..

[incubus]

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Your Name/Nickname: Jaden
E-mail Address:deadlyembrace.com@gmail.com

Character Content

Name: Incubus
Meaning/Origin:A nightmare.
Age: 2
Gender: Male
Species:Arctic Wolf
Family: (optional)Unknown
Friends: (optional)None
Crush: (optional) None

Appearance: Usually wolves in the wild weren’t this skinny, not at all but Incubus wasn’t like any other wolf within these lands. No he was different, tall and skinny, skinnier then any wolf he’d known before. A lack of eating had continued to eat away at him and drove him to insanity, an insanity that one would consider to be out there, way out there. A pelt littered with crimson liquid that had dried on and became hardened to his fur, of course he could wash it off but he chose not to and by doing so the brute had gained the smell of a rotting corpse in the summer becoming even worse by the minute under the warm sapphire in the sky. Underneath it all you would find an almost pure ebonite brute with an obsidian v that ran just barely from his sides into a long stripe along his spine and down his banner to tip. Beautiful indeed and with some meet put on his bones he would be a magnificent creature throughout the terra-firma, however the brute wasn’t weak, he still held muscles throughout his form that rippled with every move. His movements were graceful and swift moving at faster speeds then most wolves, which would make him a good hunter if he felt the need to be. Opticals of a pretty golden brown coloration were lined with dark black rings that made them somewhat mysterious and evil in some ways although the shape was an odd almond which was to his mother a sure fire sign of some sort of curse. Always appearing to be dominant it was apparent Incubus wanted to be an alpha some day. Blood stained ivories were bore quite often and always when someone approached, he wasn’t the nicest wolf in the world.

Personality: Incubus is built on trust, friendship, and of course, darkness. He gives respect to those deserving of it. To him the only ones worth his time are his pack mates. A heart of cold, like steal in the winter he would most likely never love anyone, even if the brute were to become the alpha of a pack he doubts that he would care for the alphess. He would tolerate her and work together with her, have pups with her to keep the pack growing but not much more then that. He has a thing about liars, he hates them although he does it himself when he must. Incubus just doesn’t expect others to do it to him, he believes that they do not deserve neither his trust nor his friendship or help if they have lied to him in the past. Once his trust is lost it is hard to regain. Another way one would lose his trust is to turn their back on him. If they turn their back on him he would never again help them with anything, never again would he look at him the same, he would hate them. Avoiding those that turned on him if not killing them. Incubus believes that death is only the beginning to a new life, he longs for the blood of other wolves and creatures throughout his life, and he loves to kill and is thrilled by the hunt. If he had a say in the matter he would kill every animal in the world minus a few of his own pack, then they could start a new beginning they could rein supreme. This was considered his dream something he hoped for from day to day and thought about often.

History: Lips curled back as the brute stared at his father a deep snarl penetrating the cool air that collided against they’re solid built figures. This was when Incubus was still semi-sane, eating as often as possible and treating others as he would like to be treated. His father wasn’t the nicest of alphas and he wouldn’t be either when he finally took over, soon enough it would come, he knew it would. The fight that was taking place had been over his mother, the brute before him no longer considered his father in any way shape or form had murdered her and worst of all attempted to lie about it all. Slinging himself forward he caught a hold of the others throat and pulled back as hard as he possibly could before thrashing his head about and soon enough he found himself tearing into the lifeless bodice of the one he once considered important to him. This was the last time he was seen, Incubus had fell ill from the thought of killing his father and ran away from the past he had once loved. It was bad enough he hadn’t remembered his puppy years due to his parents believing he should learn the proper ways of an alpha before he got older so that he could become strong and lead the pack well. Slipping through the darkness of the forest he continued on until finally he found himself on strange lands; lands he’d never seen before which gave him a second chance, a chance for a new beginning.


It took some time but soon enough he got the guys to become an alpha marking the lands and taking over what was alone for so long, without a pack that is. Wolves were abundant in the area and soon enough the pack grew large, larger then any he had ever seen before. Seduced by the beautiful Gamma Teric he called her forth to become the alphess and in success he bred her bringing forth the first pups to the Galista pack, they were all so beautiful but a neighboring pack decided that they should have the newborn warriors and stole them away in the middle of the night never to be seen again. War raged between the two packs and soon enough he found himself alone again, so many deaths had occurred that he decided he just couldn’t handle it anymore and broke down, his mate was killed and he was no where to be found yet again to wander the lands in search of somewhere to stay, perhaps a pack he himself did not lead. Depression drove him into a deep hole nonetheless and he became slim, very slim, and sickly. A pack found him laying on the ground half dead from exhaustion and malnourishment, they nursed him back to health and he proved himself to them soon becoming the rho of the pack and succeeding to find himself another mate. Upon doing so he began to get close and learned once more to love like he’d never loved before.


Again a war broke out but this time it was worse beings the pack was smaller, no one survived but the one that ran when he figured out that no one else would make it and he wouldn’t if he stuck around either. Now wandering once more he began thinking about things, becoming depressed again he didn’t eat as much as he should, only drank. Making the decision that if he found another pack, another love he would never again run from a fight, if there were a war beings he was looking to become an alpha once more Incubus would go down with the ship so to speak. He would die for his family, his pack, and his home. If he couldn’t do that then there was no point in even trying at all. Now he is here, searching for lands to claim for him; a home he could forever live in until his dying days. He hoped to find that which he wanted to find though he wasn’t sure he could do so. “Now is the dawn of a new era and I shall be its leader.” His words were spoken in a wickedly deep tone as he padded off into the unknown.

[Aniu]

Accepted, but you said something about changing? Well a wolf doesn't have to be changed from the get-go... they can change over time and postings like real people yis? Or were you speaking of something else before?