v2 Rhandir Valley :: Newcomers Boards :: Character Descriptions :: Nightrider Wolves :: Cynric (ND) Author Topic: Cynric (ND) (Read 152 times) ;;lust Global Moderator Graphic Designer member is offline If Only You Could Understand Joined: Aug 2008 Gender: Female Posts: 112 Karma: 16 Cynric (ND) « Thread Started on Oct 20, 2008, 10:16pm » TOMORROW, TOMORROW & TOMORROW!!!| basics Look! Look! I can lick my nose! Dudz! I is lonely! I've come to eat your babies I like the trees ^^ Look! I can be a dressage horse ^^ I'm blue ab a de ab a die ab a de ab a die ab a de ab a die You you there... I see you! Cynric Esmond “...this is how it goes you're young until your old you try until you can you laugh until you cry you cry until you laugh & everyone must breathe until their last breath this is how it goes...” CHARACTER’S NAME: Cynric Esmond MEANING: Cynric - Royalty, Kingly or With royal might Esmond - Good-looking, divine protection ORIGIN: English NICKNAME(S): King or Devin (commonly used fake name) GENDER: Male AGE: 2 years 1 month PACK: Nightraider RANK: Patriarch SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual FULL OF SOUND AND FURY!!!| the outward particulars FUR: Because of his timber wolf linage he is mostly black and will slowly turn white with age, leaving only a small amount of black left on his face if he gets to live to be in the double digits. Usually at his age he could be completely black but his Arctic wolf linage has sped up the process even more. EYES: Golden HEIGHT: 32 in. WEIGHT: 110 lbs. LENGTH: 6.0 ft. BREED: Half Black Phase Timber wolf and half Arctic Wolf BODY TYPE: He's fairly thin, not so much so that he's a weakling but he's only medium size so he can be easily out powered. Course thats a disadvantage he looks at as an advantage. He sees it was a way for people to think he would be easy to defeat but thats where his strength is. He is wicked fast and tied with his smarts and endurance he is a force to be reckoned with. He is pretty evened out, thin legs but their evenly proportioned with his streamlined body. But don't take one look and dismiss him as not a threat, muscle tones every inch of his body, trimming him and marking him as someone made more for speed even though the muscles on his shoulders, flanks and neck are more developed to give him some advantages. SPECIAL MARKINGS: He has some interesting scars, he has a tendency to pick fights out of the blue when he's feeling annoyed and when he gets worked up. Plus he likes power, he won't bow down to just anyone and that sometimes gets into trouble. Plus as each year goes by the white that once started just as white paws and has now spread to his stomach, chin and underbelly. As time goes on this white will spread more and more. His most noticeable scars are chunks of flesh that had once been pealed away in the form of bite marks, on either side of his neck then two on his shoulder, where the fur is now gone, revealing the scarred skin below. FIRST IMPRESSION: Upon seeing Cynric for the first time a lot of wolves might be really confused. He walks tall and proud, head up and tail up only a little lower then as high as he can hold them to show that he is dominant but he is also accepting that he is only second in command. He has the aura of power, something about his presence screams that he should be respected. He is more then a bit over confidant, he doesn't keep his defenses set, he's positive that he could set them before anyone even lunged, yeah that might seem cocky but really, it's worked for him so far so there is no reason for him to doubt himself. Then when he talks to you for the first time, depending on the feel you give him he will give you one of his two names course he speaks in a rather condescending manor making him seem very stuck up, course that isn't far from the truth, he only respects two wolves Niju and Latana and views Saltire as his equal. His kinda likes the rest of the pack but still thinks them below himself, course he isn't rude at all to them but he's not afraid to pull rank. With new wolves and/or members if he likes you then he'll treat you like he treats the rest of his allies but if you're rude then he will defiantly only get worse to deal with. At times he acts like a spoiled little kid. THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT!!!| the intricate parts PERSONALITY: `Royalty: "Well the fact that I am royalty makes this kinda obvious. But I'm also not afraid to flaunt the title and expect people to give me the special treatment because of it. i was born in a life where I was treated like a god and I still don't know why I left because it was great, I ordered people around, got fed and could do anything and get away with it. I was even of higher rank then my father who was the leader of our entire pack, because you know, god is more important then alpha you know... I still don't know why I left home, I suppose I got sick of the same old scene, though I do miss the special treatment I used to get a beta position in a pack! I'd like to be leader one day and one day I intend to be leader because this pack is full of strong wolves, but for now Niju can keep his title. I respect him that much at least and he has more experience then me, though after all I've heard about him I have a feeling he won't last much longer and I'll be there when he falls..." `Sensual: "I'm a slave to the senses, I enjoy exotic smells, tantalizing tastes, mysterious sights, interesting sounds. I enjoy using senses other them just my ears or my nose or my eyes. I find closing my eyes and just letting my senses roam so peaceful that it's hard not to drift off sometimes, try and follow the sound of elk with my senses but even a great hunter like myself can't track very far. But it's something I'm trying to learn, just closing my eyes and strengthening my other senses. I think it might be working, I always seem to hear or smell things before others do. Course Lantana still puts me to shame when it comes to hunting. But when it comes to senses in general I will always follow my nose to a sweet smell or check out a hot male or female when they walk by. I'm horrible like that but not enough that I am willing to change my ways..." `Flawless: "Yeah I have no flaws, got a problem with that? I'm perfect in every why shape and form, I am a god among gods and if you have any objections then I'm sorry but you may have to be taken as a sacrifice and killed." `Fighter: "Since I was four months old I've been trained to fight by everyone my father could scrounge up. Course I'd be a fighter because as much as I said I hated going to those classes every day they were the most fun I had growing up, it was the only time I felt semi normal because my trainers (once we got past members of the pack teaching me) were not afraid to hold back and usually beat the snot out of me. I would never complain though, as painful as it was I did enjoy it, I saved the complaining for my mother instead. But because of all this training I have a near permanent limp in my left leg from the wound Darcia had inflicted on me. You can't tell when I'm waling around but if I begin to push myself to my limits it hurts a lot. I'll never limp in front of people, only when I'm alone or with someone I trust like Lantana." `Seductive: "I'm a flirt, what can I say it runs in my blood, my father had god only knows how many kids and when you grow up with almost every female wanting to have your kids it tends to get to your head. I've learned just the right looks to give, the way to tilt my head when someone asks me a question that makes me look cute. It's not that I don't have morals but `Playful: " `Proud: " `Dominant: " `Submissive: " `Detached: " `Fake: " `Religious: " `Calm: " `Composed: " `Mocking: " `Smug: " `Hotheaded: " `Loyal: " LIKES: Females; like train wrecks Males; secretly, he'd never say it to anyone's face Sex; he's a slut and he's no afraid to flaunt it Latana; he feels the need to protect her and fear her at the same time Calm; especially when it's before storm Storms; he enjoys the power Winter; something about the purity of the snow Pulling rank; so much fun Intimidating others; it's fun to see the fear in their eyes Power; it's in my blood and I want to possess it DISLIKES: Rules! Gaaaah! Disrespecting him Being submissive; even though he'd do anything for Latana Latana; he hates feeling powerless around her Humans; think their so powerful Lantana in danger; protective side shows Pups; he hates them but he'll tolerate them for Latana Being at the bottom of the food chain; he loves power STRENGTHS: Has to be impressed to actually be loyal to anyone Undyingly loyal to only a select few, once his loyalty is earned he will believe almost anything you tell him Well trained in fighting Very independent Can take care of himself WEAKNESSES: Not easily impressed Condescending Bitter and holds grudges for a long time Dosn't trust easily Doesn't take orders well Hotheaded and has a short temper so he gets into fights a lot Too dominant for his own good Likes doing everything himself; thinks he can do it better then everyone else CHARACTER FLAWS: Well you'll always hear him saying that he is flawless but he is anything from perfect, that thought is just from growing up being treated like a god. He is cold, condescending, stuck up and acts like a spoiled brat when he doesn't get his way. He looks down on everyone, even if they are higher rank except for Latana and even though she is of lower rank then him he will roll over in submission to her, something he won't even do for his leader. He is hot headed and has a quick temper so he picks fights frequently and is easy to goad on. He has next to no patience and hates kids. He can deal with them but if they start getting all whiney then he will not hesitate to kick them and walk away. He also grew up being treated like he was god himself and he expects to continued being treated as such even outside of his pack and expects everyone to know who he is. ECCENTRICITIES: He likes chewing things, especially driftwood and pumpkins. He will go out of his way to find either when he's bored though pumpkins are by far his favorite. Also when he gets nervous he'll start playing with a rock, though sometimes he just does this for fun... He also spaces out easily, he'll be talking then suddenly trail off and start mumbling to himself or thinking. TALENTS: Because he was thought of as a god in his old pack his father had made sure he could defend himself, finding the most skilled hunters and fighters in the pack to be his mentors then when they couldn't teach him anymore his father started finding him loners who could teach him. So he can defiantly defend himself and survive on his own. THE FAULT IS NOT IN OUR STARS!!!| the tale behind the face FAMILY I. Parents; Devin and Amun II. Siblings; 3 dead, course he has a sister who is a year older them him, 2 brother and a sister from a litter before her still then siblings a year younger then him and after that he kinda stopped paying attention, the only one he concerns himself with is Lantana. III. Other Relatives; Lantana (older half sister), Kern (younger half brother), Munich (younger half brother), Lilith (oldest half sister), Darcia (oldest half brother), Toboe (older half brother) IV. Childern; None BIRTHPACK: Sojourn Cadre HISTORY: My father was never really a part of my life, apparently he was just one of those guys who came around during mating season and took a female then left, only coming by every once and a while. I didn't mind much, I saw him every once and a while, he would stop by and say hi at least, have a brief conversation on at least then be off. It wasn't that he didn't care, but apparently he had some personal issues he had to work through before he could be an actual father. At least thats what my mother always told me. So since I had no father to care for me I think my mother babied me a bit more then needed. I was like the spoiled rich kid, got everything I wanted, my mother felt horrible just leaving me alone for an hour never mind a day to go out hunting. Thats kinda how we lived our life for the first while, maybe 2 or 3 months of my life. Then when I was about 6 months I was suddenly the center of attention because my coat was slowly becoming more white. Then the alpha of the pack was suddenly my mother's mate. I must admit I hated him because he kept taking my mother away but she'd never be gone long, I think she still loved me more. Suddenly I was the center of attention. Instead of just my mother fawning over me like I was her world everyone was. Well not everyone but all the adults and I will admit I never really did understand why, people did explain it to me but the story was long and boring and usually as soon as I said I wanted to do something else everyone was all for it. I liked that life, my mother was fairly happy and when I was 4 months old I was already being taught the basics of fighting but they best fighters in the pack, my new dad saying it was a handy skill to have. And now that I look back on it, if I didn't know how to fight I would have died a long time ago. And as much as I had complained about having to go to all those practices I did enjoy them, my mentor Dimitri was an interesting guy who had a faint accent that always made me chuckle when he pronounced a few words. Maybe what I liked about him was that while everyone refused to harm me he never held back in our spars. Though when i got frustrated I went crying to my mom and she'd shout at him. Oddly though he just bowed and left. He was a strange male... It wasn't until I was about one that anything began to change from my normal life style. I started fitting more into the role I had been assigned, playing the part of a god instead of shying away from anyone who wanted to touch me. I started to be a challenge for Dimitiri and soon surpassed him. I was sad to see him go but my father began brining in loners to teach me a few tricks. Many weren't that interesting and could only teach me so much to classes became boring. I began wandering through the pack more and more, never talking to anyone because well... I was above them, it wasn't my duty to speak to them. But one stood out among them. Instead of averting her eyes like everyone she watched me... Wait, that's a nice word, no she burned holes in my head with her gaze was what she was doing as if she knew all my darkest secrets. And suddenly I was slinking backwards like some coward. I've never understood that power she had over me but that was my first meeting with my sister... Lantana... I asked my mother about her not long after and when she said she didn't want to talk about it I demanded that she tell me. it wasn't a horrible story, just something my mother would rather not talk about then anything. She explained that my real father was a traveler and every winter he'd wander around and take a mate. Lantana's mother had been his mate before she had been. So they were siblings event though Lantana and he siblings were a year older then me and had a different mother. It kinda confused me as to why she didn't want to talk about it but suddenly I had a sister! I had to admit I was excited and for a moment forgot that she scared the shit out of me with just a look. Sure she was a year older, female and only half my blood but maybe we could be friends, all the other kids my age just bowed when I came around, they didn't want to play, too worried that they would hurt me just like everyone else minus my instructors. So I decided that next time I saw her I'd say hi and see if we would get along. The next day my father had found me a frightening instructor who beat the crap out of me within 2 minutes of starting my training. I had thought I was a good fighter, for a long time no one had been able to beat me but this male had humbled me. He was a monster in size, pure black and had an astonishing amount of battle scars. I had thought I could use my much smaller size to my advantage but before my brain could register what he was doing suddenly I was on my back with his hot breath on the tender flesh of my throat. It was astonishing. He was my favorite mentor, I learned more from him in the week he was there then I had in the year and a half of my life I had been training for. And let me tell you everything hurt at the end of every practice, there was no mercy in the huge black male, he was cold, constantly calculated everything and was always muttering to himself. He intrigued me but whenever I asked him about himself he snarled and turned around in a huff, obviously pissed over something. This didn't deter me but I didn't push as much, wondering what would happen if he snapped and we actually got in a scrap. I had a feeling I might survive for a few minutes in a fight but then he'd defiantly kill me... Back to the training, Darcia made me run mostly, the beginning of every day we went and ran as far as I could and no matter how hard I pushed myself he always seemed to have an infinite amount of energy. Sometimes he wouldn't know if I started to fall behind and keep going like he was in a whole other world. It took him a while but eventually he's snap out of it and saw we could walk back. Then we'd do some really weird and sometimes awkward stretches. These would make me sore before practice even started. He'd lay down the basics of a move, then teach me how they could be changed to fit certain situations. We always ended with a spar and I would always get beat, there was no competing with him and one day I asked him what I was doing wrong. He cracked his first smile and chuckled. 'Nothing, you're doing it perfectly but no one's ever taught you to be defensive, simply offensive' he explained and this puzzled me. I limped home that day to have my mother fret about me. My mother and new father constantly fought now, her shouting about my constant pain and him calmly explaining that I needed to learn to fight. I spent that night thinking, simply mulling over those words and Darcia had been right, I had never once been taught to take the defensive, only to attack constantly. It was a puzzling concept and the next day I would ask Darcia to teach me to defend myself, Lantana momentarily gone from my thoughts as pain and constant beatings with Darcia continued for the rest of the week. It hurt a lot but I never complained in front of him, wouldn't show that weakness, instead I gritted my teach and dealt with it even when he slammed me to the ground so hard I swear I couldn't breath right for the next few days. No, I saved all my complaining and over dramatics for my mother, around everyone else I didn't like to get sympathy. Even though I liked the lime light I didn't like being pitied. The last day Darcia was there was sad for me, I liked the guy and even sunk so low as asking if he would stay with me and teach me all he knew, this only brought a sneer to the male's features. I was confused and he simply said, 'there's someone I need to kill before I could ever stay in one place'. This statement made me blink, not sure how to respond. That day there was no fighting, we lay together and talked in hushed voices like pups sharing a secret, heads together and both looking intense. He said it was for my ears only so he spoke in a voice that even I could barely hear. He taught me more in that day of talking then I think he ever could have with demonstrations and I found myself awed. He never stopped talking until night fall and then he cut off his sentence half way though and looked to the sky. He explained that he had to go then stood and shook the leave from his thick black coat. When he turned I noticed that his tail was bent at an odd angle. I asked him about it and he looked at me curiously. 'I had a run in with the god of death, he said it was something to remember him by' he said calmly. Then suddenly he was on me, shoving me to my back and letting his jaws tear at my throat. What was this!?! I shoved my paws feebly at his massive weight, trying to toss him off as he had taught me, feeling a searing pain trail down my throat. Then that was it, I went limp and slumped back as blackness fogged my mind. 'Something to remember me by' he purred before he was off. I woke to my mother licking my cheek franticly, a bright light and a sharp pain in my shoulder and neck. I was alive at least, the pack medic had done her best and luckily saved my butt. 'Lantana came and told us what happened' my mother explained and I blinked hazily at her, finding that her face disoriented and jumbled as I stared at her dumbly. It was a week before I was allowed out of the den and for my first walk I traveled through the pack, letting them see the wound I had received. My flesh had been peeled back in the pattern of bite marks, one on my neck and two on my left shoulder. It hurt to walk, not just because of the wounds but because Darcia's training had taken it's toll. I could see the sympathy and pity in their eyes as I walked though their ranks but I was in my own world really. I stopped whenever anyone talked to me, nodding and smiling, saying my thanks for their sympathy but other then that I didn't really process their words, eyes constantly seeking a certain face. This continued on for almost a week, I was constantly walking though their ranks, talking to them and looking for my sister. I didn't know why but the need to thank her seemed to be in order. I was roughly 8 seasons old now, well on my way to becoming an adult and already everyone was treating me as such. It took me 7 days of walking through my pack member and speaking to before I moved to a different tactic and actively sot her out. I found her at the fringes or the pack and walked up to her. I don't think she ever expected what I gave her, no one did. Everyone watched me as I walked to her as I usually moved, head and tail high and dominant, eyes narrowed slightly and I swear half the wolves gathered were sneering, figuring I was going to punish her for the look she gave me the first time I'd met her. Instead I walked right up to her, looked her square in the eyes and then lowered my head to the ground at her paws. I could hear the astonished gasps which turned into outraged growls as I slowly lowered my front half to the ground, curving one paw in and stretching the other out in a deep bow. "I owe you my life" were the words I spoke to her that day. I swear a lot of the adults wanted to hurt me but they wouldn't dare lift a paw against me, instead joined me in my gratitude. They spoke words like 'thank you for saving him' and 'if not for you he'd be gone' softly, barely audible and with a slight tone of annoyance but soon the annoyance was gone as it dawned on them that their 'god' would be dead if not for her. Things seemed to fall into place after that. I forgave Darcia without a second thought, after all he had shared with me I kinda understood why he had left his mark, it was in fact a constant reminder to me of everything he had taught me and that I was an idiot if I ever let my guard down. Anyone could be your enemy, even my own mother. I became paranoid almost though no one would notice, I was good at still playing god, letting them pamper me and treat me like... a god for lack of a more creative word... But something was off now, they were... I don't know, there is really no way to describe the feeling everyone gave off when in my presence. Were they doubting me because I had almost died? Could gods die? Well either way I kinda withdrew within myself, no longer complained to my mother, didn't share the news when my real father came around to have a chat, simple gave away as little as possible. The only one I ever really talked to now was Lantana. Ever since Darcia's departure I had been going to visit her almost every night, sometimes just for the feeling of paranoia to leave, other times to be able to limp. My shoulder hurt whenever I walked for long periods but I would never limp around others. But COWARDS DIE A THOUSAND TIMES!!!| the sample my fifth character ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE!!!| all about the puppeteer NAME: Most people already know me as Zet but I mostly go by Lust now a days ^^ AGE: 19 CONTACT: will give if needed RP EXPERIENCE: about 6 years I think, maybe longer o_0 OTHER CHARACTERS: Lilith, Darcia, Adrian and Zetsumi « Last Edit: Dec 29, 2008, 5:19pm by ;;lust » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Forum Jump--------------------» Home--------------------» General--------------------- Hangout --- Graphics and Art --- Contest Board- Rules- FAQ- Member Updates- Plot Summary- Other Information --- Species- References- Archives --- IC Archives --- OOC Archives--------------------» Newcomers Boards--------------------- Character Descriptions --- Nightrider Wolves --- Ashbreaker Wolves --- Loners/Rogues- Relationship Logs- From Whence the Loners Came--------------------» Independent Roleplay Threads--------------------- Ashbreaker Lands- Nightrider Lands- Outskirts of the Lands--------------------» Main Roleplay Threads--------------------- The Ashbreaker Wolves- Nightrider Domain --- What's Carved in Stone--------------------» Guest Lounge--------------------- Adverts- Affiliates