Post by Lanie on Sept 28, 2009 1:30:20 GMT -5
AKSAHA SPIRITUS
Unbroken Spirit; The Breath of the Horse / Ah-ksah-ha Speer-i-tus
NICKNAME: Aksha
AGE: Eight years
SEX: Female
SPECIES: Gray wolf
PACK POSITION: Quero -- Scout;
Though well past what some wolves might consider a working age, Aksha is still willing to earn her keep. Her hunting skills have somewhat diminished, but her hearing and vision are still as strong as they’ve ever been. She diligently patrols the borders of the pack with a keen sight and a keener nose.
POWER: Astral Form;
Aksha has developed the power to control her astral form; separate her ‘soul’ from her body and manifest it into a physical being. Her astral form can do a variety of things. It can enter someone’s dreams and speak to them, and they may or may not remember the dream. It can also attempt to temporarily overshadow another creature’s will – not make them say or do something, but put ideas into their heads that they might not otherwise think of.
Unfortunately, when her astral form is active, her physical body is inactive and she appears to be sleeping. And her astral form takes on a darker personality then her usual self, and even she sometimes has trouble controlling it.
PERSONALITY:
Aksha was always a kind-hearted wolf. She strove to obey the rules that were laid down, and even as she fought to gain the approval of her elders, she listened to what her heart said. She would follow a rule, but just barely. She would approach a territory and walk on the border line, vanishing seconds before an enforcer appeared to guard it. She was courteous to wolves older then her, smiling and playful to pups her age, and patient with younger pups. That was when she was in her pack. Of course, that was before she was old enough to realize that age meant nothing. It was skill. Strength. How you could hold your own in the real world.
There wouldn’t always be a pack there to protect you. She would have to turn aggressive sooner or later. But somehow, she was always drawn to the more passive nature. She could be strong without being the devil.
The aggressive thoughts that cross into her mind often come from her astral form’s ‘split personality’ – who is what she calls Spiritus. Or, at least, that’s what she usual tries to tell herself. Whenever she feels strong examples of a strong emotion – most often accented in anger or sadness – her astral form may try to free itself. But without Aksha, her astral form cannot exist. Spiritus, even when uncontrolled properly by Aksha, will always withdraw into dormancy after a short time.
FAMILY:
Mother: Aqui Ficare; Purified Water
Father: Ruach Pleisto; Unbreakable Survivor
Siblings: All died young.
HISTORY:
Aksha was not always her name, but he could not remember her original name if her life depended on it. See, she was born in a pack based on respect -- when you were two years old, you were assigned a name and a rank in the pack, and that was the rank you took on. It was an honor to be assigned a hunter, for they were the foundation of the pack. It was a luxury to be assigned a scout, for they were loyal to the pack as they scouted the lands. Every so many years, the alpha or beta would take a pup into their wing, and when that alpha or beta died, their apprentice would take their place.
The pack worshipped wolven gods, and the deities of the land they lived on – the spirits of the weather and the sky and the water and the earth.
When she was two, as all young wolves would do, she was taken on a hunt with all the others her age to hunt the most elusive prey in their territory; the herd of horses that lived in their territory. They had killed many a wolf with their crushing hooves and massive weights, but this single hunt helped form who they would be for the rest of their lives.
During the hunt, as the young wolves strived to catch the quadrupeds first, Aksha was not catching up with the rest. As frustration emerged from her seeming failure, she just stopped, eyes closed. She didn’t see, she didn’t move, she didn’t breathe.
And a figure rose from her still form, a floating figure of pure darkness. It approached the wolves, overtook them, and vanished upon impacting the horse that they’d been targeting. Instantly, the horse veered direction, stampeding straight through her startled packmates, and stopped in front of her.
She inhaled again, regaining consciousness, as the deer exhaled its final breath. The pack stood in front of her, and emotions she had never seen on their faces registered. Fear, from the pups her age. Disgrace, from the elders. Disgust, from her own parents.
She was given the name Aksaha Spiritus, for both her fearful triumph over the horse and the physical form of her spirit that had awoken. And then she was told to leave, and never come back.
And she did.
She left, without a glance backwards. She had always been an admirable pup, always following and even enforcing the rules and custom of their pack. Once she returned to the site of where her pack used to be, by pure coincidence. And all she found was a wasteland, charred tree stumps and the scent of death in a once thriving land.
And then she moved on.
She entered Aureolous without pause, solely because it was in front of her. Upon entering the mountains, she was discovered by Tamyran, and joined her. Imperium is now her home, and she isn’t wiling to give it up easily. But even willing to fight for the pack in general, she won’t forget the betrayal of her first family so easily.
About the roleplayer
DO YOU HAVE OTHER CHARACTERS?: Yes, Carger, leader of Ileai
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: The following is an excerpt of a different character from another site I’ve been on.
A lone wolf stood on the very edge of the fields, eyes closed. Sight was not enough to describe the sheer beauty of the scene.
If her eyes had been open, Zephyr would've seen the flat fields that, on a clear day, would normally be filled with unpredictable dips and hills in the grasslands. The snow filled in all the impurities, no place higher then the rest.
It was a clear night, starlit and silent. It had just stopped snowing, bringing a chill to the air and a blanket of calm over the grasses. Zephyr felt like she was the only wolf that could possibly be in the territory, and she might've possibly been right.
She shook her fur - newly transformed to the charcoal-black of her winter coat - and slipped quickly through the snow. She made no attempt to hide her tracks, nor to blend in. She held her head and tail high, letting her scent drift slowly along the peaceful territory. She assisted it, with the occasional and intentional marking. Let her presence be known; let her scent waft through any daring wolf. Let her ever-darkening fur be spied against the background of whiteness.
Zephyr stopped, reaching the fence that would mark the border of these lands. There it was; her land.
For now.
The unspoken law of wolf, by nature and instinct, told her that the land was hers. Her knowledge and experience told her likewise.
For now.
Let the strange, lone wolf be spied or forgotten.
For now.
accepted; talen
