`Miraculous Paradoxical HAPPENINGS

[falkyrin]

Full Name;; Sven Thys'vareti
Preferred Name;; Sven
Breed;; Arctic-Himalayan Mix
Gender;; Male
Age;; Three and a half Years

Pack;; Ciell'eau
Rank;; Alpha
Mate;; Rhysallin Ka'an
Offspring;; n/a

Codeword;; riot

Personality;;

Something can most certainly be said about the young Sven. Whether it is a good thing or a bad thing is left up to you. He, however, sees most of the words spoken behind his back as a good thing, because "at least they're not ignoring me," end quote. At most times, he seems to act like a young human in their unruly, adolescent stage, often rebelling and found dreaming in his own little world. Because of this, he usually needs to have someone keeping him in check, or else something disastrous might just occur.
That being said, Sven seems to be a fan of musical noises, and often sings, mostly to himself though. But he has a melodious voice that is widely-ranged, and can sing quite high and low. He is fit to sing anything from hymns and pups' songs to R & B and pop, though the style that he is best with is singing pop ballads.
While he does seem like an intelligent wolf, he doesn't quite show it all the time, and many believe him to be a stupid, gullible moron who can't do squat, for he always seems to be lounging about uselessly, leaving most others to think that he makes his mate do all the work. That is not a fact, however, for Sven likes to perform things incognito, because in truth, he may be somewhat shy, and is a sucker for praise; too much and he may start getting conceited and prideful.
Though he may act like a lazy procrastinating slacker, he can get the job done when the time comes, and refers to other younger wolves as 'brats' and the more naggier, older wolves as 'geezers' but of course, he still has his respect for them, and will hear out anyone's problems, if a little stupidly. He might be just a tad imbecilic, random, and crazy at times, but you can count on him for urgent necessities. Even if he may freak out just a little bit.

Abilities;;

Sven has a strange little ability that one might call the power of words. In Japan, it would also be known as Kotodama, or Kototama, which refers to the belief that mystical powers dwell in words and names. If he uses his power, he can conjure up anything he speaks, though with a few draw-backs. For example, if he were to say 'wind', the wind would blow. However, sometimes he may have to say all materials that make up the object. In a sense, he most likely cannot create food such as a mouse, because he would have to say all of the elements that that mouse would be made of, (hydrogen, oxygen, plasma, the likes) and he would still have to kill it afterwards.
But, if he is able to learn the words quickly, he can use shortcuts, which let him speak the exact word. For example, if he knew all the things that a mouse was made of, he could simply say, 'shortcut: mouse' and there it would be. When using this ability, his tongue may crackle with electricity, though he doesn't quite feel it of course, or it would be a pain to use. It's quite effective in battle, if he is fast enough.

Appearance;;

Sven has a slim, yet muscular build, with powerful shoulders and back legs, and a thick fluffy tail. With sharp claws and fangs, a black snout, and pointed ears, he is not a wolf to be messed with lighltly, with dark amber eyes narrowed precariously, at first deceiving you with what his true character is like.
He bears a soft, white pelt, with a light navy blue streak of fur running along his back, along with darker blue swirls, lines, curves, in which some seem to form illusory inscriptions on his pelt, though unreadable.. His left back leg has sky blue bands going horizontally across his legs, all wrapping around his legs like circles, and ending at around his thigh. His right back leg has a small hint if the sky blue, but near the end of his paw are darker blue stripes going diagonally upwards, following the shape of his leg, and ending after about an inch or two.
That being said, his left forepaw is bear, with no markings, and simply pure white fur. On the other paw, however, is a series of navy stripes, like gashes or slashes, going in every which direction uncoordinatedly, as if he had been cut and was still bleeding.

History;;

Birthed in a small den on the packlands of Ciell'eau, Sven was raised by his mother and father, along with his two other siblings; both male. He was the eldest of the group, and thus, was treated with more kindness than the other two, which led his siblings to dislike him greatly. His parents were planning on making Sven have high expectations; to be of a high rank in the pack one day, and he obliged, simply because he wanted them to be happy. Yet he didn't really want to a wolf of a high rank, he was simply happy just the way things were.
Unfortunately, soon after the three of them had finally become warriors, his two siblings left the pack to live as loners; rouges. Their only excuse was because they were tired of pack life. Yet the family knew it was more than just that. But they let them go willingly, with a simply good bye and good luck, until their parents again turned their attention back to Sven.
A few months later, both passed of old age, leaving Sven by his lonesome, who has high hopes in finishing what they started for him, to fulfill their last dying wish.

How did you find us?;; Moonlit Dreams, as you spoke to Aydie about the affiliate.
Roleplay Example;; (from a pokemon Apocalypse/zombie roleplay)

BLAM.

The sound of a gunshot hung in the air, disrupting the qualm of the serene, yet bloody clearing. At the end of an old-looking, somewhat rustic rifle came smoke, which lingered only for the quickest of moments, as the repulsive body of a hitmonlee fell to the ground, a pool of crimson fluid slowly forming where it had fallen.

"Verdammt." The wielder of the weapon cursed, as he reloaded his weapon, his face not too happy about the amount of ammo he had remaining. Throwing the rifle around to sling it across his back, Vinzent turned around to the bushes, where a small teen sat in hiding, watching curiously, though staying at a distance away from the corpse. With widened eyes, the boy seemed as if he were about to cry. "Soren, don't.." The man started, but it was already too late. In less than a minute, he was bawling like a toddler, waving his arms about frantically like a lost moron.

"Achtung!" Vinzent growled angrily, shouting louder than Soren was screaming, which he knew was a bad thing, but he simply couldn't help himself. The boy paid no heed, and thus, he had to intervene. Stomping past the lad, he threw his arm around Soren's neck in an attempt to make him shut up, as well as make him walk, possibly cutting off his air supply in the process.

"Ack! Letgoletgoletgo!!" The black-haired boy whimpered raucously, soon resorting to more arm flailings, for he was now out of breath. The older one simply continued trudging forward, until the boy quieted down, uselessly tired. Moments later, after a good distance had been walked, Vinzent let him go, though a bit roughly. "Are you done yet?" He growled in a monotonous voice as he leaned against a tree, arms crossed. The lad nodded quietly, catching up on his breath.

The two might not have seemed like it, but they were brothers; not by blood, however, simply by law. It didn't seem to be a good match though, for Vinzent, the elder brother disliked such whiners as Soren, and on top of all this, there was this infectious outbreak of the Z-Virus. This clearly irritated Vinzent, as it disrupted the proper regimens in his life, leaving him to be quite the depressed person.

Letting out a long sigh, he glanced around at his surroundings. They still seemed stranded in the thick array of woods where they had started from. Nothing but trees, all around. The rustic scent of blood still lingered; after all, it was practically everywhere. "What to do now.." He muttered to himself, flummoxed. There wasn't much he could do at the moment.
Except die that is.

Other;;
Nothing that seems worthy of mention.
His ability works better with man-made things, but I doubt there'd be any around here, right?

[Bassharmony]

Excellent bio! His ability is just fine, as lone as you use it within reason, which I'm sure you will. I'll go ahead and accept it, but I'll hold off on making him Alpha just yet - I'll PM you again to hash stuff out since the plot is still in formation. XD