Post by thunderhawk on Feb 2, 2009 18:12:17 GMT -5
:: PERSONAL ::
Character Name: Raven (Thunderhawk)
Gender: Male
Breed: Short Haired Black Labradore Retriever
Age: 7
:: INFORMATION ::
Image:
Appearance:
Raven is a jet black labrador with years of abuse behind him. He is covered in numerous scars from injuries in his imprisonments and has dazzling brown eyes that are filled with nothing but hate. He is rather tall for his breed, and his strength and agility, -despite his age, are quite surpreme.
Personality:
Raven is a corrupted animal. His hate for man kind is what keeps him alive. With a sombre and steller voice that can influence those to his will, he is easily convincing to all. He can make the most severe falsehood sound like the outright truth, and even then, use it against the dogs who listen to him.
His hatred for man runs deep in his blood, and he is not what you would exactly call man's best friend.
He wishes nothing more than to see man washed from the face of the world, and to place them under the tyrany of dogs. He raised Tinuke' as his own to carry on his will, to see others suffer just as they too, had suffered. To see this world free of man's clutches and the guters run with his blood.
Many compaire him to a mad-general with his finger on the button, and some consider him a nutcase in every sense of the word.
He can, and will force others to do his will through torture, or by simply convincing them to follow his will by loving them, when love was never given. This love-bond has in turned transformed many countless dogs against the one race that has only loved them, and in turn, dog attacks have grown in rapid acsend.
He is his own pack, and his own family, and despises man with every sence and being in his darkened heart. His history with man grows far and long, and is filled with many tears.
History:
He used to be called Raven due to his jet black coat, and his reflexes. And he used to love man, used to be hunting dog himself, that was -until his master was killed for hunting on private property by a mad-man armed with a shotgun, and him? -Well, his was more, or less, a far worse fate then all.
When he was captured by the man that killed his master, a case run justified due to the ignorance of avoiding to reading the numerous signs, the mad-man used Raven as a pit-dog fighter. And when he wasn't in fights, he was caged up and left to hang for the birds. He was often baught and sold to the highest bidder, used as a stud in breeding and used countless other times.
He was caged like an animal with countless other dogs, all who were barking and crying for their masters, either stolen, or even killed by the members of this fight club. Many called it anonymous violence, others just called it torture.
These masters as dogs often called men seemed to get their kicks by striking these dogs day after day, sometimes with rifles, and sometimes with clubs... Raven saw it differently... that constant barrage, that battlefield rage, slowly building up inside his mind.
The dogs would often keep their spirits up by clinging to the hope that someone would come to their rescue, however, no rescue ever came. -Barely surviving off of scraps of food. And yet, the masters wouldn't didn't stop. They would often call the dogs parasites, or nuts-eating ravens -beat them even harder. And when the dogs were nearly dead from the abuse, the masters just up and left, leaving the dogs to be eaten alive by the birds.
Some call it a sky-burial... one by one, their bodies were picked apart by raven's beaks, until finally, they came for Raven, himself. But by some miracle, they cut his bonds instead, and he was liberated at last. In that instant, he was filled with an uncontrollable rage, and it smothered his soul. The once proud hunter had become the hunted, the abuse had crushed his heart for man, and in turn, he unleashed a beast that had been gone before the beginning of the primeval world. He ripped the ravens that were pecking at him to pieces, and then, he went after the masters.
When he finally caught up with them, he waited until nightfall like a hunter awaits it's prey. They say that when a raven cries, a man dies... -and that's exactly what happened that night. It would seem that the ravens that had devoured the dogs had followed the raged dog to his prey, and they waited for him to do the killing, waited for him to do the dirty work. Screeching and cawing, the birds too held upon their face as grin of sickening pleasure as the lone dog slaughtered every being in the camp -the masters, and the other people who were with them, -their wives, their children. In his eyes, no longer was there a difference. The cruelty his friends had suffered, the pain and himuliation he had endured... his was the distillation of the rage that decades of hate and abuse had imparted on these men. One could call it both, -his greatest strength, and his greatest weakness.
And it wasn't long after that, the he had a dream of dogs one day ruling over man, taking his place. A world with no hate, and no abuse, a world where dogs would run surpreme. He found followers, and one by one, he trained them, imparting his hatred onto them with strong words, and stories of men from his own experience. Sharing his hatred with them, and it wasn't before long, that he had followers that shared his dream, like a cult of nut cases that only saught to see the world rid of man, to wage war against them despite their known acquisition of fire arms and poison. Within a few years, his voice had spread like a bond fire, and soon, he had many others internationally following his dreams, and dog attacks around the world seemed to skyrocket, all from the peep of a whisper.
And then he met someone... a young pup, who had been left to die by human masters. The fact that the humans couldn't bring the animals with him never once crossed his mind, he saw it as the ultimate sin, and called the hamlet that he found the pup wandering in the Devil's Villiage, and the pup, who was named Tinuke', the Devil's Child. However, in order for the pup to earn his right into the pack, he offered him a sickle from the fishery, and ordered that the pup finished off whatever was remaining, under the ever watchful eyes of his new master. And with a sickening and overall lustful eyes, he watched the pup do as he was told, like any pup would from an order given to him by his father. -Laughing as he did so.
The pup followed them everywhere, and the newly named Thunderhawk raised him as his own son, taught him the ways of the world, influenced him on ill will and his ever daring dream to see dogs liberated from man. It was through harsh beatings, and fights, that he taught the pup to never give up, to never give into the harsh environment. In a way, he saw the pup as himself, a mirror in another form, living the very life that he -himself, had lived in his years with the pit-dog fighters, training him through abuse and decay, calling him names. However, as sickening as it may sound, he also loved the child, yet used him in his own ways. He would often find himself stepping up for the child's mistakes, protecting him when the beatings grew harsh, and taking care of him on his own. It didn't matter to him that he was raising a killer, or a monster, not at all. He loved Tinuke', saw to him as his own son, and often called him Tin for short.
And as the pup grew older, so did he, and he soon found himself getting older, he began to see Tinuke' as more of a guardian, or even a body guard, and during a spar-session with the other dogs, Tinuke' began to laugh, and one by one, he slaughtered the followers of his will, but did never once, touch Thunderhawk, afterall, despite his ill-will, Thunderhawk himself, was the only one that loved him, despite his training methods.
Relations:
His only known family is his adopted son, Tinuke' -who he raised into a killer, Raven's voice often haunts Tinuke' in his sleep for the many things that Thunderhawk had made him do.
:: THE ROLE PLAYER ::[/b]
RP example:
A murkey thick brown water rippled around jet black legs as they coursed through with several followers, the eyes of the killer atone to all, and saw all. Never once, giving into the pressing environment, or the cold from the storms passing. They were searching with interest, searching for those who could be of use, searching for those who would slow him down and eventually, cause trouble.
His anger boiled at the dogs who were left here to die, and still, they found it fitting to remain in the villiage that they had lived in, only to be handed to the force of the hurricane, which had swept through the sea-shore hamlet like the hand of god, sweeping through every objection in it's path, the storm surge taking everything in it's way, and yet, life still remained... and when he had least expected it, he saw the pup -not even five months old, a Siberian Husky, -pure bred by surprise, and paralyzed with fear.
"He's perfect..." Thunderhawk smiled as he slowly turned towards the pup and made his gesture to it with a frolicking ears, the young Tinuke' catching interest in the dog who approached him, yet filled with fear at the same time.
"You..." he said softly to the pup as he sat on a pratruding tree stump.
"What's your name, child...?" he asked Tinuke' with a concerning eye.
"Tin... Tinuke'." the pup answered.
"Tinuke'?" the lab paused, suddenly interest could be seen in his eyes.
"Comes from the Kioa Indian tribe, means, savage one." he smiled.
"Bet you didn't know that, did you?" Thunderhawk gazed at the pup.
"My... my master called me it when he wanted me to come to him." the frightened pup explained as he gazed up upon his eyes.
"Are you hear all alone, Tinuke'?" he asked sternly as he looked into the pup's eyes.
"There are others... many others who too, were left here..." The pup answered, Thunderhawk glancing at the dogs over his shoulder and gave a firm nod, the dogs behind him nodding as well, and thus split off in various directions, skulking off into the ruined villiage.
"How would you like to come with us?" he asked the pup in a loving voice as he lowered to his level, giving a faint smile in regard.
Tinuke glanced around, watching as the dogs that had moved into the villiage began to round up the others and form them up in a single rank, some confused, some believing that they were saviors sent for by the gods.
"There's nothing more for me here... everything's gone..." the pup admited a he glanced up into the dog's eyes.
"I'll go with you." the pup whimpered.
"Excellent." a dog came through the hedge line with a shining reflective sickle clenched in his maw, dropping it to a wooden platform in which they were standing upon, the metalic hiss reverberating through the hissing winds.
The pup eyed the sharpness of the blade, watching the shadows and light glide along it's crevices.
"Then you know what you must do, right?" he asked as he stood, taking several steps back from the pup who now continued to observe the weapon before him.
"You must whipe this cold and dark memory from your past, in order for you to move on, those who know you have to forget you aswell..." Thunderhawk explained to the pup as he glanced at Thunderhawk with confusion deep within his eyes.
"Pick it up." Thunderhawk ordered sternly, the pup nodding with hesitation as he picked up the blade by the grip, prying the hook of the blade from the piece of wood, feeling the vibrations run through his jaws as his puppy-fangs drove deep into the damp soft wooden grip.
"Thanks to the storm, much of the work has already been done, all that's left for you to do is to clean up the mess." he grinned as he escorted the young pup who clenched the sickle in his mouth, following after the figure he called father.
"If you could do this small favor, I'll consider you being my son..." he grinned as he took a step back, watching with a distance as the young pup glanced over his shoulder, the sickle in his maw, ears slightly bent back as his tail was slightly raised, the water up to his heels as the frightened survivors turned in his direction, only to spot the blade, however, prevented from moving due to the henchmen at their left and right.
"Go on..." Thunderhawk said even sterner as the ripples began to churn with the wind.
"Kill them... prove your loyalty... and enjoy yourself..." Thunderhawk coaxed as the pup nodded with enjoyment, watching with pure gratitude as the child's laughter filled in the empty void that was cast by the fear-driven child, his laughter pressing against the vocals in and out of their realm, the sound of hissing metal and blood splatter, splashes of water as the dogs twitched from their wounds, blood flowing from their open mouths and nostrals as the even larger slice exposed the inerds of their throat to the clear day, and could be heard, mixed upon the laughter of the Devil's Child, was his very own.
Miscellaneous: He's a BAD GUY! *Runs and screams*
Other accounts: Tinuke'
OOC Name: N/A
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: Too many to name...
How long have you been RPing?: 7 years...
How did you find our site? If from another site, which one? :
Character Name: Raven (Thunderhawk)
Gender: Male
Breed: Short Haired Black Labradore Retriever
Age: 7
:: INFORMATION ::
Image:
Appearance:
Raven is a jet black labrador with years of abuse behind him. He is covered in numerous scars from injuries in his imprisonments and has dazzling brown eyes that are filled with nothing but hate. He is rather tall for his breed, and his strength and agility, -despite his age, are quite surpreme.
Personality:
Raven is a corrupted animal. His hate for man kind is what keeps him alive. With a sombre and steller voice that can influence those to his will, he is easily convincing to all. He can make the most severe falsehood sound like the outright truth, and even then, use it against the dogs who listen to him.
His hatred for man runs deep in his blood, and he is not what you would exactly call man's best friend.
He wishes nothing more than to see man washed from the face of the world, and to place them under the tyrany of dogs. He raised Tinuke' as his own to carry on his will, to see others suffer just as they too, had suffered. To see this world free of man's clutches and the guters run with his blood.
Many compaire him to a mad-general with his finger on the button, and some consider him a nutcase in every sense of the word.
He can, and will force others to do his will through torture, or by simply convincing them to follow his will by loving them, when love was never given. This love-bond has in turned transformed many countless dogs against the one race that has only loved them, and in turn, dog attacks have grown in rapid acsend.
He is his own pack, and his own family, and despises man with every sence and being in his darkened heart. His history with man grows far and long, and is filled with many tears.
History:
He used to be called Raven due to his jet black coat, and his reflexes. And he used to love man, used to be hunting dog himself, that was -until his master was killed for hunting on private property by a mad-man armed with a shotgun, and him? -Well, his was more, or less, a far worse fate then all.
When he was captured by the man that killed his master, a case run justified due to the ignorance of avoiding to reading the numerous signs, the mad-man used Raven as a pit-dog fighter. And when he wasn't in fights, he was caged up and left to hang for the birds. He was often baught and sold to the highest bidder, used as a stud in breeding and used countless other times.
He was caged like an animal with countless other dogs, all who were barking and crying for their masters, either stolen, or even killed by the members of this fight club. Many called it anonymous violence, others just called it torture.
These masters as dogs often called men seemed to get their kicks by striking these dogs day after day, sometimes with rifles, and sometimes with clubs... Raven saw it differently... that constant barrage, that battlefield rage, slowly building up inside his mind.
The dogs would often keep their spirits up by clinging to the hope that someone would come to their rescue, however, no rescue ever came. -Barely surviving off of scraps of food. And yet, the masters wouldn't didn't stop. They would often call the dogs parasites, or nuts-eating ravens -beat them even harder. And when the dogs were nearly dead from the abuse, the masters just up and left, leaving the dogs to be eaten alive by the birds.
Some call it a sky-burial... one by one, their bodies were picked apart by raven's beaks, until finally, they came for Raven, himself. But by some miracle, they cut his bonds instead, and he was liberated at last. In that instant, he was filled with an uncontrollable rage, and it smothered his soul. The once proud hunter had become the hunted, the abuse had crushed his heart for man, and in turn, he unleashed a beast that had been gone before the beginning of the primeval world. He ripped the ravens that were pecking at him to pieces, and then, he went after the masters.
When he finally caught up with them, he waited until nightfall like a hunter awaits it's prey. They say that when a raven cries, a man dies... -and that's exactly what happened that night. It would seem that the ravens that had devoured the dogs had followed the raged dog to his prey, and they waited for him to do the killing, waited for him to do the dirty work. Screeching and cawing, the birds too held upon their face as grin of sickening pleasure as the lone dog slaughtered every being in the camp -the masters, and the other people who were with them, -their wives, their children. In his eyes, no longer was there a difference. The cruelty his friends had suffered, the pain and himuliation he had endured... his was the distillation of the rage that decades of hate and abuse had imparted on these men. One could call it both, -his greatest strength, and his greatest weakness.
And it wasn't long after that, the he had a dream of dogs one day ruling over man, taking his place. A world with no hate, and no abuse, a world where dogs would run surpreme. He found followers, and one by one, he trained them, imparting his hatred onto them with strong words, and stories of men from his own experience. Sharing his hatred with them, and it wasn't before long, that he had followers that shared his dream, like a cult of nut cases that only saught to see the world rid of man, to wage war against them despite their known acquisition of fire arms and poison. Within a few years, his voice had spread like a bond fire, and soon, he had many others internationally following his dreams, and dog attacks around the world seemed to skyrocket, all from the peep of a whisper.
And then he met someone... a young pup, who had been left to die by human masters. The fact that the humans couldn't bring the animals with him never once crossed his mind, he saw it as the ultimate sin, and called the hamlet that he found the pup wandering in the Devil's Villiage, and the pup, who was named Tinuke', the Devil's Child. However, in order for the pup to earn his right into the pack, he offered him a sickle from the fishery, and ordered that the pup finished off whatever was remaining, under the ever watchful eyes of his new master. And with a sickening and overall lustful eyes, he watched the pup do as he was told, like any pup would from an order given to him by his father. -Laughing as he did so.
The pup followed them everywhere, and the newly named Thunderhawk raised him as his own son, taught him the ways of the world, influenced him on ill will and his ever daring dream to see dogs liberated from man. It was through harsh beatings, and fights, that he taught the pup to never give up, to never give into the harsh environment. In a way, he saw the pup as himself, a mirror in another form, living the very life that he -himself, had lived in his years with the pit-dog fighters, training him through abuse and decay, calling him names. However, as sickening as it may sound, he also loved the child, yet used him in his own ways. He would often find himself stepping up for the child's mistakes, protecting him when the beatings grew harsh, and taking care of him on his own. It didn't matter to him that he was raising a killer, or a monster, not at all. He loved Tinuke', saw to him as his own son, and often called him Tin for short.
And as the pup grew older, so did he, and he soon found himself getting older, he began to see Tinuke' as more of a guardian, or even a body guard, and during a spar-session with the other dogs, Tinuke' began to laugh, and one by one, he slaughtered the followers of his will, but did never once, touch Thunderhawk, afterall, despite his ill-will, Thunderhawk himself, was the only one that loved him, despite his training methods.
Relations:
His only known family is his adopted son, Tinuke' -who he raised into a killer, Raven's voice often haunts Tinuke' in his sleep for the many things that Thunderhawk had made him do.
:: THE ROLE PLAYER ::[/b]
RP example:
A murkey thick brown water rippled around jet black legs as they coursed through with several followers, the eyes of the killer atone to all, and saw all. Never once, giving into the pressing environment, or the cold from the storms passing. They were searching with interest, searching for those who could be of use, searching for those who would slow him down and eventually, cause trouble.
His anger boiled at the dogs who were left here to die, and still, they found it fitting to remain in the villiage that they had lived in, only to be handed to the force of the hurricane, which had swept through the sea-shore hamlet like the hand of god, sweeping through every objection in it's path, the storm surge taking everything in it's way, and yet, life still remained... and when he had least expected it, he saw the pup -not even five months old, a Siberian Husky, -pure bred by surprise, and paralyzed with fear.
"He's perfect..." Thunderhawk smiled as he slowly turned towards the pup and made his gesture to it with a frolicking ears, the young Tinuke' catching interest in the dog who approached him, yet filled with fear at the same time.
"You..." he said softly to the pup as he sat on a pratruding tree stump.
"What's your name, child...?" he asked Tinuke' with a concerning eye.
"Tin... Tinuke'." the pup answered.
"Tinuke'?" the lab paused, suddenly interest could be seen in his eyes.
"Comes from the Kioa Indian tribe, means, savage one." he smiled.
"Bet you didn't know that, did you?" Thunderhawk gazed at the pup.
"My... my master called me it when he wanted me to come to him." the frightened pup explained as he gazed up upon his eyes.
"Are you hear all alone, Tinuke'?" he asked sternly as he looked into the pup's eyes.
"There are others... many others who too, were left here..." The pup answered, Thunderhawk glancing at the dogs over his shoulder and gave a firm nod, the dogs behind him nodding as well, and thus split off in various directions, skulking off into the ruined villiage.
"How would you like to come with us?" he asked the pup in a loving voice as he lowered to his level, giving a faint smile in regard.
Tinuke glanced around, watching as the dogs that had moved into the villiage began to round up the others and form them up in a single rank, some confused, some believing that they were saviors sent for by the gods.
"There's nothing more for me here... everything's gone..." the pup admited a he glanced up into the dog's eyes.
"I'll go with you." the pup whimpered.
"Excellent." a dog came through the hedge line with a shining reflective sickle clenched in his maw, dropping it to a wooden platform in which they were standing upon, the metalic hiss reverberating through the hissing winds.
The pup eyed the sharpness of the blade, watching the shadows and light glide along it's crevices.
"Then you know what you must do, right?" he asked as he stood, taking several steps back from the pup who now continued to observe the weapon before him.
"You must whipe this cold and dark memory from your past, in order for you to move on, those who know you have to forget you aswell..." Thunderhawk explained to the pup as he glanced at Thunderhawk with confusion deep within his eyes.
"Pick it up." Thunderhawk ordered sternly, the pup nodding with hesitation as he picked up the blade by the grip, prying the hook of the blade from the piece of wood, feeling the vibrations run through his jaws as his puppy-fangs drove deep into the damp soft wooden grip.
"Thanks to the storm, much of the work has already been done, all that's left for you to do is to clean up the mess." he grinned as he escorted the young pup who clenched the sickle in his mouth, following after the figure he called father.
"If you could do this small favor, I'll consider you being my son..." he grinned as he took a step back, watching with a distance as the young pup glanced over his shoulder, the sickle in his maw, ears slightly bent back as his tail was slightly raised, the water up to his heels as the frightened survivors turned in his direction, only to spot the blade, however, prevented from moving due to the henchmen at their left and right.
"Go on..." Thunderhawk said even sterner as the ripples began to churn with the wind.
"Kill them... prove your loyalty... and enjoy yourself..." Thunderhawk coaxed as the pup nodded with enjoyment, watching with pure gratitude as the child's laughter filled in the empty void that was cast by the fear-driven child, his laughter pressing against the vocals in and out of their realm, the sound of hissing metal and blood splatter, splashes of water as the dogs twitched from their wounds, blood flowing from their open mouths and nostrals as the even larger slice exposed the inerds of their throat to the clear day, and could be heard, mixed upon the laughter of the Devil's Child, was his very own.
Miscellaneous: He's a BAD GUY! *Runs and screams*
Other accounts: Tinuke'
OOC Name: N/A
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: Too many to name...
How long have you been RPing?: 7 years...
How did you find our site? If from another site, which one? :