¤ Årkën ¤

[arken]

STAND TALL, HEAD AND SHOULDERS DOWN


THEY DON'T MAKE 'EM LIKE US ANYMORE
• ÅRKËN •
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YOUR WALLS OF PRIDE ARE ONLY FENCING YOU IN.

[/color][/size] Arken
NICKNAME: N/A
SEX: Male
AGE: Unknown, but looks to be about 4 years
SPECIES: Forsaken
TYPE: Forsaken Dire Wolf
RANK: Rogue
POWER:

Harbors the power of two conflicting forces or rather Darkness and Light. However, more of the mastery in Darkness. Able to control these to his whim, he has various weaknesses. One of which is his emotion. Being one to anger easily if hit with a terrible emotional blow, he can go become lethal due to rage and thus loses his ability to reason and think strategically which in turn leave him vulnerable. The marking he baers actually increases and intensifies his abilities and actually has a mind of its very own. He can also heal others with his use of his Light however this drains him out of a lot of his energy, leaving him weak.[/font]

YOUR EGO'S BEEN PLAYING GAMES WITH YOUR HEAD.

PERSONALITY:

Arkens personality is a complete contrast to what he has endured throughout his life. Despite his hardships he stayed and saved his sweet and kind nature. He is valiant and will not shy away from a fight if it is for a good cause. However...Deep within his heart is a great evil. He has been known for how lethal he can be and ruthless at that. Having an alternate personality it could get rather hectic and difficult with him. For on side, he is sweet, passionate, truthful and respectful. But on the other... He is angry, deceitful, vulgar, deadly and shows no care in those around him. It again is just another reason why he spends his life alone for the most part. The deep seeded evil is what gives him control over the darkness, that and a very unique marking said to be the inexistant 11th phase of the apocalypse. As if branded by the devil, this "abomination" of the word still trys to retain his kind nature, but find it extremely difficult. As the anger within him grows, he loses himself more to the ways of darkness and leans toward a life of destruction.

HISTORY:

It all begins just like this...or rather, having no memory of how it all was before waking up. Arken lived in a world before this one. Many, many years before this time was a unknow land called the Acients Paradise. There did this land harbor some of the most enchanting creatures you can imagine, as well as the deadliest. In this land, the sky's were always painted a twilight of deep red. The sky was home to 2 moons that shined their rose light upon the land. There, Arken awoke much in the same body he has today with major differences. His body before was brittle, weak, malnurished and barely had the strength to even lift his head. However, the Forsaken that lived in that land were of a different kind of species, a humanoid much like humans but far more prophecitical and intellectual. Adhearing to prophecy of a wolf that bears a most interesting "birthmark", they began to sculpt Arken into a monster. Using various supposed magics and elixers and rituals did they train him until his bones would break from the stress, leaving him inches from dying. Even so did they continue to push Arken beyond any natural limits aswell as supernatural limits. It was only a matter of time before he snapped. Arken laid waste to every hand that ever touched him, every Forsaken was mauled and torn and even consumed by this beast of destruction. Leaving no humanoid alive, did his rage finally subside and the land was left barren of humanoid life. Only 134 Humanoids lived there, none remain. To this day the land only remains accessable by those born..or...created in its magical borders and is now consumed by the majestic wilderness due to Forsaken absence. As of now, Arken is the only one that remains of "Forsaken" decent. His mother and father unknown, he continues to seek answers that plague him each and every day while coping with the nightmares of his past.

YOU'RE NOT THE MASTERMIND.

SIRE: Unknown
DAM: Unknown
KIN: None
OTHER:

{About Forsaken}
Forsaken- Humanoids as well as creatures that ruled in the land of Ancients Paradise and were among the first significantly evolutionized life forms to live in a world semi-connected to earth by paranormal means. Today, humanoids from Ancients Paradise are extinct due to the genocide that Arken administered out of rage.
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I AM THE PRODUCT OF MY OWN DESIGN.

HEY THERE! MY NAME IS: Arken
HERE'S MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Far from the city from which he had left not so long ago, Arken found himself at the country side after 4 days of travel. Rather tired for having slept only an hour each day to maximize the range he traveled, Arken was trying to find a place to spend the night. With the sun high and bright, roosters called out to the sky signifying the morning has come. The temperature was forgiving, and gave Arken a constant and gentle warm breeze that felt pleasant against his frame. The big male jumped over an overturned tree trunk as he began to talk to himself.

" Atleast the day is quite nice. . . A good omen. . ." Arken muttered to himself as he walked through a thick bush, the green leaves sliding across his obsidian muzzle and snow white body. Arkens head appeared on the other side before he squeezed the rest of his body through, the branches reluctant to let go because of his big frame. With a gentle tug he managed to free himself before looking before him. Answering his subconscience was an spacious farmland, with many miles worth of grassland. To his left, not so far away was a great barn, the standard colors of red and white but its size far exceded the usual everyday barn.

With a smile on his face, Arken closed his eyes and held his up and slowly opened his optics to stare at the sky, squinting because of the sun. He took this brief moment to remember the past as the clouds moved through the sky and blocked out the giant yellow orb to give a graceful shade over the land. As this happened he chuckled to himself and shook his head. "...Your always watching over me...Mom..." He said to the sky with a most happy tone of voice before he looked back to the barn and began to run towards it, the lush green grass curling around each massive paw that impacted it.


Upon reaching the barn did he really notice how big it was. It towered over him more than a normal household that he had seen in the city. Regardless, Arken first circled the establishment to check to see if there were any holes or others that have marked it. " Hmm..nothing.." He said to himself as he completed the outside scan of the building. It was now time for the inside and as luck would have it, the barns door was already cracked open somewhat. So with various movements of his muzzle, Arken pryed the big door open to his relative size and walked in.

Somehow, inside the barn it was lit, the sheer space inside was instantly shown as soon as he entered. His auds pointed forward, to pick up any sound whilst his optics scanned the beautiful barn. Silent it was as he notice the thick black cord that potruded from the ground and ran along the walls of the barn to the lights above. "..Ahh..its wind powered..Clever.." He whispered to himself as he continued to tour the barn while remembering the aeroplant he had passed back in the city that proccessed the electricty the windmills exported.

As he walked, his paws crushed the small twigs of hay that were generously scattered along the ground. He took great detail in everything he saw, from the large ladder that led to the second floor, to the piles of hay that were in a mountail taller than him. He had a mind to climb the stairs to see it from a higher view but the hay was too comfortable beneath his feet. And so, Arken walked closer to the mountai of hay and pressed himself against it before laying down and resting on a large patch of the golden twig. He quickly drifted off into a semi conscience sleep, happy to have found such a great place as well as a comfortable bed. He was just a tad awake as he always was, to make sure he was never caught of guard. With a sigh did Arken say " Domus Dulcis Domus....Home Sweet Home.."

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