Post by Electus on Apr 5, 2007 15:19:52 GMT -5
Name: Mortilitas Umbra, the Death Shade
Old name: Albireo (As in the double star)
Nicknames(s): Mortil or Umbra
Gender: Male
Age: 1.5
Species: Timber Wolf
Height: 3’
Weight: 79
Fur: Ash grey
Markings: Deep red scar on left eye, missing half of left ear, scar of a gash on his chest, various scars on his torso
Eyes: Golden Yellow
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Extras: None
Build and Conformation: Lean and “Fighting fit”
Over-All appearance: Lithe
Physical Limitations: Blind on the left side
Health/Illnesses: Healthy
Original Pack: N/A
Pack at this time: Arnlan
Rank and/or Title(s): Obsidian (Lord)
Talents/Skills: Is a survivor, and an outstanding fighter. Fast on his feet, having reached a heightened level of speed and grace.
Mannerisms: Circles his resting spot frequently.
Speech Pattern: See for yourself. Gman voice.
Style: Distancing
Quote: "You stand on the border of Arnlan, Sallinian scum! Turn back or I, Mortilitas Umbra, will rip you apart and grind your bones to dust!"
Quote (Umbra): "Turn and face me coward!"
-Lineage-Past, Present, Future-
Grandfathers: Unknown
Grandmothers: Unknown
Mother: Eoril
Father: Vendetta
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Family structure and quality of relationships: Family deceased, no permanent relationships
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
What qualities do they look for in a mate: Doesn’t want one
Mate: N/A
-History-
Mortil was born to a pack outside Sallin, Arnlan, etc. It was a roaming pack, never to stay in one place for long. His father was a warrior of some fame in the pack, and his mother was a hunter. It only seemed natural that Mortil was to become one or the other. As soon as he was old enough, he was given the choice to choose his path, and Mortil picked the his father's.
Mortil was then taken away to train extensively. He learned fast, and he was often the pride of his father. But along the way, it was apparent that something was wrong. Very very, wrong. Mortil absorbed all the lessons his father and the other warriors could teach him. But he was rising beyond the normality of warriors. He focused instead not on strength, but of speed, grace, and absolute brutality. Some saw that he had two moods now: One brutal and sadistic, and one that was his normal self, wry but usually very friendly and caring.
It seemed that Mortil had inherited a rare trait in his father's line that his own father did not. There came a rare time that a wolf in his father's line would inherit a trait that gave him two personalities, one good and one cruel. It was like yin and yang, except on a much deeper scale. It was much like the blood lust rage in most wolves, except it was a part of Mortil, almost a seperate entity in his mind. Mortil wasn't insane, far from it. But the pack was cautious now. If Mortil's unstable side surfaced in battle, suffice to say it would cause serious complications.
Such complications happened one day between a sparring match with his father. Mortil's berserker side surfaced, and his father was brutally slaughtered in front of tons of witnesses. Aside from the pack's shock, Mortil himself was badly shaken, but it was too late to do anything now. The entire pack turned on Mortil and his mother, determined to exterminate all traces of the bloodline to ensure that this never happened again.
Mortil was too late in trying to save his mother, but he was not ineffective in saving himself. His rage, sorrow, and bloodlust resurfaced his 'yang' side, and he completely slaugthtered the pack piecemeal. Along the way, he dueled with his former companions, one of which barely missed killing Mortil, slashing him in the left eye instead.
After that horrible massacre, Mortil drifted alone into the wilderness, training constantly everyday to sharpen his fighting skills to their finest edge as physically possible, in order to prevent his evil side from ever surfacing. He also changed his former name, which was Albireo, to Mortilitas Umbra, latin for 'Death Shade'. He avoided unnecessary contact with others, and the only time he met other wolves was when he neared their territories. He often skirted the edges of Sallin, clashing with their wolves for more than a few times.
-The Mental-
Mortil often clashes thoughts with his yang side, always trying to keep it from taking control. When that side does get out, though, Mortil's skill in fighting is vastly superior to all but the strongest of wolves. He turns instantly sadistic and cruel, laughing at blood and reveling in death. But even when he is in control, he delights in fighting, as it is all he has now. He is loyal to Arnlan, to an extent, and is prepared to die unconditionally for the good of it.
He's sometimes much of a cynic, and will sometimes lapse into a black mood. He knows he shouldn't, and is slowly working on improving himself.
-Preferences and Fun Facts-
Mortil prefers to be alone, never wanting to share company with others. He almost basically shuns others, for fear of hurting them and vice versa. His goal is to become the finest warrior wolf in Arnlan, better than anyone or anything the pack has ever seen. He will stop at nothing to gain that, and he acts as if he always has something to prove. He is beginning to trust his packmates and is determined to either protect them with all his prowess or die a violent and glorious death on the field of battle.
Since he has gained the rank of Lord, he has striven to perfect his fighting technique, working day and night, never sleeping. He's come close many times to killing himself training, but to be a shining example to all warriors that came after him is his grim goal. He would be the best, something others could look up to and work towards.
-Understand me and I'll be your comrade-
Mortil would much rather prefer the companionship of a few friends and comrades, and he does. However, he almost always lays bare his past and his 'condition' and leaves them the judge of what is to be. Pat present, he has formed cement relations with Nightblood, Archer, Crow, and Mordecai, all Arnlanians. He also has feelings for Revolution, a wolf he met before joining Arnlan, but he never had the courage to act on it.
-Me Myself and I-
Since Mortil and Umbra share a body, they possess interesting traits.
~Umbra is not simply a bloodlust side of Mortil. He is a living, breathing wolf, albeit in Mortil's body.
~Mortil and Umbra can interchange; Mortil can be the dominant one, or Umbra. They can either interchange after both agree, or one can force their way to the surface.
~In rare occasions, Mortil and Umbra can sync flawlessly, mixing and blending perfectly. The heightened mental strain, however, can only make this last several hours: one day tops.
~Mortil is the gentler side, Umbra is the more wicked side.
~While Umbra is the better fighter, Mortil often keeps him restrained, because Umbra will not discern friend from foe.
~Umbra will instantly take control if Mortil is losing badly, and will kill their opponent despite any pleas made by Mortil or said opponent. Survival is one thing that Umbra wishes.
-Song that fits his Personality-
For Mortil:
Green Grass and High Tides
In a place you only dream of
Where your soul is always free
Silver stages, golden curtains
Filled my head, plain as can be
As a rainbow grew round the sun
All the stars I've love who died
Came from somewhere beyond the scene you see
These lovely people played just for me
Now if I let you see this place
Where stories all ring true
Will you let me past your face
To see what's really you
It's not for me I ask these questions
As though I were a king
For you have to love, believe and feel
Before the burst of tamborines take you there
(chorus)
Green grass and high tides forever
Castles of stone souls and glory
Lost faces say we adore you
As kings and queens bow and play for you
Those who don't believe me
Find your souls and set them free
Those who do, believe and love
As time will be your key
Time and time again I've thanked them
For a piece of mind
They helped me find myself
Amongst the music and the rhyme
That enchants you there
Umbra:
SR-71 - Goodbye
I'm everything you know,
You wonder friend of foe?
I'm the burning in your throat when you swallow.
But you spit me out,
Your stomach full of doubt,
And you're faking every word out of your mouth.
But you won't let go,
It's all about control.
Understand I'm born to lead you will follow,
I don't wanna stay,
I'm running away.
Don't you hear me when I say...
[Chorus]:
Goodbye...so long...nice try...I'm gone.
You don't like being second,
I don't like being wrong.
I won't forget the way you made me feel.
I won't regret running away from here,
So I say Goodbye again.
So I'll say Goodbye again!
Now it's there to see,
You've forgiven me,
Ever since I was the prince among theives.
So you hold me down,
Strip away my crown,
Can't contain me knowing all the truth I found.
Always thinking small,
Helping me to fall,
Now you're jealousy and hate consumes us all.
I don't wanna stay,
I'm running away,
Don't you hear me when I say...
(Chorus)
You think you see the world well you see nothing,
Time is only gonna make it worse in the end,
So I'll say goodbye again!
Don't hit me with you fears,
I don't think with your ideas.
You missed what I'm about,
I earned my way out.
And in the end...
I'll say goodbye again!
(Chorus)
By Bandersnatch
By Nightblood. Mortil's regular personality.
Old name: Albireo (As in the double star)
Nicknames(s): Mortil or Umbra
Gender: Male
Age: 1.5
Species: Timber Wolf
Height: 3’
Weight: 79
Fur: Ash grey
Markings: Deep red scar on left eye, missing half of left ear, scar of a gash on his chest, various scars on his torso
Eyes: Golden Yellow
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Extras: None
Build and Conformation: Lean and “Fighting fit”
Over-All appearance: Lithe
Physical Limitations: Blind on the left side
Health/Illnesses: Healthy
Original Pack: N/A
Pack at this time: Arnlan
Rank and/or Title(s): Obsidian (Lord)
Talents/Skills: Is a survivor, and an outstanding fighter. Fast on his feet, having reached a heightened level of speed and grace.
Mannerisms: Circles his resting spot frequently.
Speech Pattern: See for yourself. Gman voice.
Style: Distancing
Quote: "You stand on the border of Arnlan, Sallinian scum! Turn back or I, Mortilitas Umbra, will rip you apart and grind your bones to dust!"
Quote (Umbra): "Turn and face me coward!"
-Lineage-Past, Present, Future-
Grandfathers: Unknown
Grandmothers: Unknown
Mother: Eoril
Father: Vendetta
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Family structure and quality of relationships: Family deceased, no permanent relationships
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
What qualities do they look for in a mate: Doesn’t want one
Mate: N/A
-History-
Mortil was born to a pack outside Sallin, Arnlan, etc. It was a roaming pack, never to stay in one place for long. His father was a warrior of some fame in the pack, and his mother was a hunter. It only seemed natural that Mortil was to become one or the other. As soon as he was old enough, he was given the choice to choose his path, and Mortil picked the his father's.
Mortil was then taken away to train extensively. He learned fast, and he was often the pride of his father. But along the way, it was apparent that something was wrong. Very very, wrong. Mortil absorbed all the lessons his father and the other warriors could teach him. But he was rising beyond the normality of warriors. He focused instead not on strength, but of speed, grace, and absolute brutality. Some saw that he had two moods now: One brutal and sadistic, and one that was his normal self, wry but usually very friendly and caring.
It seemed that Mortil had inherited a rare trait in his father's line that his own father did not. There came a rare time that a wolf in his father's line would inherit a trait that gave him two personalities, one good and one cruel. It was like yin and yang, except on a much deeper scale. It was much like the blood lust rage in most wolves, except it was a part of Mortil, almost a seperate entity in his mind. Mortil wasn't insane, far from it. But the pack was cautious now. If Mortil's unstable side surfaced in battle, suffice to say it would cause serious complications.
Such complications happened one day between a sparring match with his father. Mortil's berserker side surfaced, and his father was brutally slaughtered in front of tons of witnesses. Aside from the pack's shock, Mortil himself was badly shaken, but it was too late to do anything now. The entire pack turned on Mortil and his mother, determined to exterminate all traces of the bloodline to ensure that this never happened again.
Mortil was too late in trying to save his mother, but he was not ineffective in saving himself. His rage, sorrow, and bloodlust resurfaced his 'yang' side, and he completely slaugthtered the pack piecemeal. Along the way, he dueled with his former companions, one of which barely missed killing Mortil, slashing him in the left eye instead.
After that horrible massacre, Mortil drifted alone into the wilderness, training constantly everyday to sharpen his fighting skills to their finest edge as physically possible, in order to prevent his evil side from ever surfacing. He also changed his former name, which was Albireo, to Mortilitas Umbra, latin for 'Death Shade'. He avoided unnecessary contact with others, and the only time he met other wolves was when he neared their territories. He often skirted the edges of Sallin, clashing with their wolves for more than a few times.
-The Mental-
Mortil often clashes thoughts with his yang side, always trying to keep it from taking control. When that side does get out, though, Mortil's skill in fighting is vastly superior to all but the strongest of wolves. He turns instantly sadistic and cruel, laughing at blood and reveling in death. But even when he is in control, he delights in fighting, as it is all he has now. He is loyal to Arnlan, to an extent, and is prepared to die unconditionally for the good of it.
He's sometimes much of a cynic, and will sometimes lapse into a black mood. He knows he shouldn't, and is slowly working on improving himself.
-Preferences and Fun Facts-
Mortil prefers to be alone, never wanting to share company with others. He almost basically shuns others, for fear of hurting them and vice versa. His goal is to become the finest warrior wolf in Arnlan, better than anyone or anything the pack has ever seen. He will stop at nothing to gain that, and he acts as if he always has something to prove. He is beginning to trust his packmates and is determined to either protect them with all his prowess or die a violent and glorious death on the field of battle.
Since he has gained the rank of Lord, he has striven to perfect his fighting technique, working day and night, never sleeping. He's come close many times to killing himself training, but to be a shining example to all warriors that came after him is his grim goal. He would be the best, something others could look up to and work towards.
-Understand me and I'll be your comrade-
Mortil would much rather prefer the companionship of a few friends and comrades, and he does. However, he almost always lays bare his past and his 'condition' and leaves them the judge of what is to be. Pat present, he has formed cement relations with Nightblood, Archer, Crow, and Mordecai, all Arnlanians. He also has feelings for Revolution, a wolf he met before joining Arnlan, but he never had the courage to act on it.
-Me Myself and I-
Since Mortil and Umbra share a body, they possess interesting traits.
~Umbra is not simply a bloodlust side of Mortil. He is a living, breathing wolf, albeit in Mortil's body.
~Mortil and Umbra can interchange; Mortil can be the dominant one, or Umbra. They can either interchange after both agree, or one can force their way to the surface.
~In rare occasions, Mortil and Umbra can sync flawlessly, mixing and blending perfectly. The heightened mental strain, however, can only make this last several hours: one day tops.
~Mortil is the gentler side, Umbra is the more wicked side.
~While Umbra is the better fighter, Mortil often keeps him restrained, because Umbra will not discern friend from foe.
~Umbra will instantly take control if Mortil is losing badly, and will kill their opponent despite any pleas made by Mortil or said opponent. Survival is one thing that Umbra wishes.
-Song that fits his Personality-
For Mortil:
Green Grass and High Tides
In a place you only dream of
Where your soul is always free
Silver stages, golden curtains
Filled my head, plain as can be
As a rainbow grew round the sun
All the stars I've love who died
Came from somewhere beyond the scene you see
These lovely people played just for me
Now if I let you see this place
Where stories all ring true
Will you let me past your face
To see what's really you
It's not for me I ask these questions
As though I were a king
For you have to love, believe and feel
Before the burst of tamborines take you there
(chorus)
Green grass and high tides forever
Castles of stone souls and glory
Lost faces say we adore you
As kings and queens bow and play for you
Those who don't believe me
Find your souls and set them free
Those who do, believe and love
As time will be your key
Time and time again I've thanked them
For a piece of mind
They helped me find myself
Amongst the music and the rhyme
That enchants you there
Umbra:
SR-71 - Goodbye
I'm everything you know,
You wonder friend of foe?
I'm the burning in your throat when you swallow.
But you spit me out,
Your stomach full of doubt,
And you're faking every word out of your mouth.
But you won't let go,
It's all about control.
Understand I'm born to lead you will follow,
I don't wanna stay,
I'm running away.
Don't you hear me when I say...
[Chorus]:
Goodbye...so long...nice try...I'm gone.
You don't like being second,
I don't like being wrong.
I won't forget the way you made me feel.
I won't regret running away from here,
So I say Goodbye again.
So I'll say Goodbye again!
Now it's there to see,
You've forgiven me,
Ever since I was the prince among theives.
So you hold me down,
Strip away my crown,
Can't contain me knowing all the truth I found.
Always thinking small,
Helping me to fall,
Now you're jealousy and hate consumes us all.
I don't wanna stay,
I'm running away,
Don't you hear me when I say...
(Chorus)
You think you see the world well you see nothing,
Time is only gonna make it worse in the end,
So I'll say goodbye again!
Don't hit me with you fears,
I don't think with your ideas.
You missed what I'm about,
I earned my way out.
And in the end...
I'll say goodbye again!
(Chorus)
By Bandersnatch
By Nightblood. Mortil's regular personality.