Post by Blackie on May 30, 2012 18:35:45 GMT -5
[Basics]:
Name: Storm Rage |
Age: 3.5 Years |
Gender: Male |
[Politics]:
Pack: The BearSkull Pack |
Current Rank: Alpha |
[Relations]:
Parents: Black Bear [father], Dust Feather [mother] |
Siblings: River Bird [sister], Otter Wing [brother], Leaf Nose [Brother] |
Mate: __ |
Children: __ |
[Personality: Storm Rage is a brute. He's very dominant, and doesn't take challenges very lightly. Sometimes he can have quite the temper, and it's wise not to openly suggest new ideas to him. He's very stuck on "the old ways", the way he was raised, and how things were done. Storm Rage is also known to be quite quick tempered, and often gets aggressive. He has however, been trying to work on his anger, and has learned to walk away once he feels that rage boiling within himself.
He is only this way with the older members, and older pups however. Those less than a year he just absolutely adores, and his anger diminishes. The alpha could lounge around the den site, with puppies climbing all over him, and nibbling on his paws and ears, and not even the slightest look of irritation would cross over his face. He can be a softy, to some of the older members, but he definitely tries to hide it, not wanting to the others to think him a "nice-guy".
Storm Rage is also terrified of thunderstorms; he tries so hard to be strong and not show his fear, but most times you'll find him in his den "sick".
Generally: In general, Storm Rage can be quite nasty, but he does have his kinder moments.
[Visual]:
Species: Wolf
Physical Description: Storm Rage has a medium-long haired pelt, and is completely black. There's a small white patch on his chest, and a few of his toes are white as well. Part of his left ear is torn off, and he has some scars to show off. There's a scar going over his muzzle, as well as one down his neck, and across his lower back. Storm Rage has dull green-gray eyes, that almost seem to turn black when he's enraged.
[History]:
Before the Pack: Was born into the pack.
Within the Pack:
Storm Rage was born into the pack as Small Spot; which was representative of the small patch of white on his chest. He was first born of his siblings, and by far the largest too. He immediately was the dominant one of the bunch, easily pushing the others away for milk to fill his belly, or scraps brought in from the hunt once they had been weaned.
Once they reached their age of becoming adults, Small Spot was led off to the cave where they were to spend the night, and receive their dream. However, his dream, seemed to him more like a nightmare. Thunder crashed in the sky, and lightning struck the ground just pawsteps away from his body. It seemed that no matter where he could run, there was lightning and the pouring rain chasing him. He told his dream to the Spiritual, and that's where he received the name "Storm Rage". Storm Rage was picked by his parents as the heir; next in line for the alpha position.
Storm Rage spent a lot of time with his father, learning the ropes, and training harder than ever to be the best he could. But it seemed his father never thought it was enough, and as heir his father thought that he should try harder; and by doing that, Black Bear attacked his son, giving him painful bites and forceful shoves. The two scars on his body, the one across his chest and lower back were from his father. His mother, other members, and siblings would ask about these marks, and he would only answer,"I fell", or "I got caught in some brambles." The only one who didn't seem to fall for these excuses were his mother. She started getting concerned as Storm Rage started becoming more and more distant. His siblings would come up to him playfully, and he would snarl back at them, giving them some nasty snaps.
Black Bear would watch his son, his heir from afar, and almost seemed to smile with approval. With the daily beatings, and constant wounds Storm Rage just simply kept getting more and more angered. This anger brew within him, and created something deep inside, that he knew after a long time, would never leave.
One day his father called him out; he was about two years at this time, and trotted briskly up to the alpha. "There's a mountain lion nearby, and I want you to take care of it;" his father told him with no emotion. "I'll gather some oth-" Storm Rage started to bark when he was interrupted by his father. "No, you'll do this, and do this alone," he growled at Storm Rage. The black wolf was taken aback; how could one wolf take on a mountain lion alone?
Yet, he went out alone, headed in the direction of the mountain lion. He looked over his shoulder just once, to only see his father, his alpha, smile maliciously at him. Storm Rage was out for about a day now, and there seemed to be no lion in sight, or smell for that matter; but that's when he heard the low, threatening growl of the large cat. Storm Rage turned around just in time to catch a paw to the face, tearing off part of his left ear, and leaving a deep gash across his muzzle. He shrieked in pain, which seemed to have startled the big cat; which is when Storm Rage took advantage. With sharp teeth he lept at the beast, aiming directly for it's throat. Sadly, the heir to the BearSkull pack missed, and took a strong hit to the side.
Storm Rage felt one of his ribs crack, and a whined in pain. After only two blows the heir already seemed fatigued; and at this point desperate. The only thing he could spot was a ledge about two wolves' height up, that had some large boulders that seemed loose. He taunted the tan cat around, trying to tire it, whilst trying to save his own strength. However, Storm Rage's stamina was wearing; the gash on his muzzle was bleeding quite the bit, and his cracked rib felt like one of his father's teeth lodged in there. His father. Storm Rage could deal with this pain, he'd dealt with it all his life. "You damn cat! Come and get me!" he snarled at the mountain lion, which is when he ran up the ledge. He was towering over the cat, when it readied to pounce up to the ledge, and kill it's prey. Storm Rage acted quickly, pushing with all the strength he had left to dislodge the boulders. They went crashing down, but he couldn't see the outcome of his decision, for his vision went black, and he passed out.
When he awoke, he was back at the den site, surrounded by the pack. Everyone was looking at him; the brute was light-headed and his vision was slightly blurry, but it seemed his gash had been patched up and so hadn't his ear. "Wh-what's going on?" he grumbled. His mother stepped forth, and explained,"After a few days had gone by, your father a few others went out in search of you; They found you on top of a pile of stones, passed out, and the mountain lion dead. . . or so they thought. They moved you off the boulders and uncovered the lion; it wasn't dead. . . yet. With some of it's last breaths it. . . ripped open your father's throat. Storm Rage, your father is dead; you are now the Alpha of this pack."
Once Storm Rage had taken in what his mother had told him, he chuckled slightly. "Old fool. . . " he muttered under his breath. From that point on he took over ruling the BearSkull pack, but the ways of his father still haunted him. The anger he felt for what had happened to him was taken out on his fellow pack members; all of them except the pups; he knew that they didn't deserve what he had gotten at that age; but the older members had no idea; no idea what the rotten wolf had done to him.
[Other]:
Theme Song: Pain - Three Days Grace / Riot - Three Days Grace (when he's angry)
Voice: Much like the lead singer of Three Days Grace.
