Shaitan

[shaitana]

Name: Shaitan Jameson
Age: 250 wolf years
Gender: Female
Pack: Nyalcom
Desired Rank: Alpha Male
Appearance:

A large crimson red wolf weighing in at 100 pounds. He is very stocky, muscular with a lot of strength and speed. His eyes are as black as the night sky with black pupils. They look like pupiless eyes in fact, but they aren't. He has three scars over his right eye, two going over it, the last one is half way on the corner of the eye.

Personality:

Loyal: Fiercly so. Shaitan is so loyal that he will give his life for anyone in his pack, no matter the rank they are. If he hates them, he doesn't care. He would give his life for them. Shaitan's loyalty sometimes gets him into fights and he won't even realize it sometimes. If his alpha is hurt, he'll drag him/her to safety and then guard them with his life. He'll do the same for any other wolf as well. Shaitan, if he has too, will fight off an entire army, or die trying, if commanded to by his higher superiors.

Protective: This goes along a little bit with loyalty. He is quite protective of his pack members and will protect anyone who needs his protection. Though it doesn't go out to anyone. If you want Shaitan to protect you, you must have his trust and loyalty.Again, he will give his life to protect those he cares about, especially pups whether he hates them or not he knows they are the future of his species and of the pack. Even if they aren't his pack, Shaitan will make sure they get back to their parents. He will never harm them, ever.

Power: Now don't go thinking this Drallith is power hungry. He isn't! Sure he is ambitious, but he will never harm another to gain power. He will merely harm them enough for them to submit to him. Shaitan will work hard to gain power, but never kill someone over it. Ever. He likes power, like every wolf does, but he will never let it go to his head. He is fair when it comes to power if he can decide the fate of another. When he gains more power, he takes it quite seriously, but again, never to his head.

Thinker: Shaitan will never blindly run into combat or just let words run from his muzzle like a pup. No, Shaitan always thinks about the results before he does something serious like starting a fight. He thinks of what the outcome may be when the action is done. Shaitan, thanks to thinking before acting or saying, is a very smart wolf. He learns from his expiriences and uses his expiriences to his advantage. Though he will never use them to kill another. He is often turned down because he is a little more merciful than what his breed demands him.

History:

Shaitan was brought up in an entirely different land named Eroi. It was a dark, but very beautiful place. It's on the same planet as Aela, but it seems like it's worlds away. His pack was a large pack called the Nimbus pack. It was a fierce pack of highly feared wolves, all Drallith. Everyone respected them because of their power over others. They were feared because they would rip apart anyone who insulted them. They were admired because of their tight-knit pack and love toward each other. If one member went to go hunt, five would leave to hunt.

What helped Shaitan the most was that his relationship with his parents was beyond fantastic! He respected his parents, listened to their every command, and aided them when they needed help. His parents loved how loyal he was and he quickly became their favorite pup. He adored his parents and admired the power they had over all others in the area. They were feared by the pack, but also loved and well protected. Shaitan followed his parents night and day to learn their duties within the pack so he could one day be the alpha. But that all changed quickly.

When Shaitan was only a mere two years old, an enemy pack of Averyn came to take his parents' territory by force. It was like death from above. The pack was eating on a freshly killed carcass when a blue of white streaked from the heavens and killed Juino, Shaitan's best friend, and bit into his neck, snapping the spine and killing him instantly. His body fell over the carcass, blood spilling from his neck and spewing over the carcass. Shocked and outraged, Shaitan's father howled his battlecry and declared war on the Averyns. It was a terrible, terrible mistake.

Marrok, his father, and Lucinda, his mother, fought hard as did the rest of the pack. But one by one, they fell to the ground dead as the Averyn dove from the skies and bit them till they collapsed and died. Shaitan was forced to flee with his parents, all the while watching his brothers, his sister, his friends, aunts and uncles die before him. His parents sheltered him in a nearby forest, but the Averyn found them quickly. The alphas fought, distracting the winged demons, while Shaitan was forced to run for his life. That day changed him forever.

That night, when he was safe in the land of Aela, he fainted as his lungs couldn't get the air they needed. He didn't die, but he didn't quite live either. He slept for many moons. When he woke, Shaitan remembered what the Averyn had did to him like it had happened only moments after he woke up. He plotted his revenge on the species of Averyn and never gave up this ambition. If it was up to him, they would all be killed on sight. But of course, that was impossible. He can't rule everyone, right? But oh well.

As life went on, Shaitan grew wiser, getting into many fights like a teenage wolf would. He bore the scars from these expiriences and never once had he lost a fight. Thanks to his horns he would kill, or nearly kill, each of his opponents. When he turned three, he was accepted into the Animus as a guard after a fight that apparently someone had been watching. He killed his opponent on accident when the rival leaped at him and was gored by Shaitan's massive horns. He didn't mean to kill his challenger, it merely, just, well, happened to him. To this day, he lives with the Nyalcom after his wings and horns were torn off.

Relatives:

Marrok - father - alpha
Lucinda - mother - alpha
Koira - brother - guard
Herio - brother - guard
Numiar - sister - queen (high respected female nursing or expecting pups)

RP Sample:

The wind bit at his face terribly, stinging his eyes as it carried snow and hail. His crimson red fur whipped in the fast-moving breeze as he struggled with every step. His legs quivered as his black eyes peered ahead of him. His mouth hung open lightly and his eyes only slits. His sides heaved with exhaustion as he carried on. His name was Shaitan and he was Drallith. The horns on his head were long and sharp as swords, curving only slightly toward the ground below him.

Every step was a struggle against the biting wind as he carried on, refusing to be beaten by a force of nature. How did I even get up here? he questioned himself in thought. I must be insane. he added after a moment. His legs were burning with exhaustion, but he knew he couldn't rest right here, right now. He had to get down the mountain or to a cave or face death by freezing. His tail was already numb, as was his nose and muzzle. Yet, he kept going.

Shaitan whined softly to himself as the hail hit him hard. He bared his teeth with a growl as he trudged further, not sure where he was going. He sniffed the air, but only got a nose full of snow. He stopped and shook his head violently from side to side. Irritated and, admittedly, a little scared, he lifted his muzzle to the sky and let out a powerful howl of fear and loss. He knew he was going to die up here whether or not he wanted to.

Finally, his legs couldn't take anymore and the large Drallith collapsed on the spot. A heap of red went down into the thin layer of snow. He was clearly visible because of his coat. He could be seen from three fox tails away. His sides heaved as he sniffled and lay there, helpless and defeated. He was too weak to carry on and now he was facing the consenquences of coming up the mountain. His fur still whipped in the wind as he closed his eyes, embracing his end.

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[~Nighthunter~]

Accepted, though this country is called Orien