Post by Hinaezuu Atradico on Dec 20, 2010 22:12:16 GMT -5
{ E S S E N T I A L S }
Full Name: Krüregan Uharadi Simarinion
Pronounciation: 'KR-OO-R-ih-gun' -- 'OO-ah-RAH-dee' -- 'SIM-ah-RIN-ee-uhn'
Nicknames: Mimic, Krür
Rank: Nomad
Past Ranks: Battallion Berserker of Janjrillin
Concierge: N/A
Sex: Male
Age: 2
Breed: Alaskan Timber
Pelt: Russet/Brown/Cream/Black
Eyes: Yellow/Ivory
Weight: 124 lbs
Height: 33''/30'' (depending on which leg he is standing on)
Languages: Wolven, Russian, German, Hungarian
Distinguishing Features: Both his upper and lower lips are snarled tangles of flesh where his muzzle had once been sewn shut; he is also usually recognised by the constant sneer on his face. His left fore has a dreadful limp that badly affects his ease of movement and makes him rather easy to identify. His right eye is destroyed, leaving sight only in his left.
{ L I N E A G E }
Sire/Dam:
Blood Sisters:
Lover: Ivory Kuai Le (mated 2011)
Sons: Landau & Teremun
{ A P P E A R A N C E }
Mimic gained his inherant dark looks from his mother, who descended from a line of wolves black as pitch - though the trait weakened respectively through generations of hybridisation. It would dawn on many however, that the frailty of colour was the one thing he did not receive from his father. The entire hang of his pelt is thick and wiry - coarse but not completely unkempt - and of far darker shades of mottled brown than your average timber. A single break in this darkness is the underside of his muzzle and face which are washed in a purifying white, marred not by even the first threads of grey. As the charred black of his lips creeps to view below his nose though, one can notice that he bears old but angry scars that turn the tender flesh of his mouth to a mangled pulp. One of the most striking attributes of his face is his eyes; aglow with the anger and hatred he had nurtured since he was a youngling, the orbs are a sickly yellow with a ghostly ivory sheen in wan moonlight. Often it is clear to see they are devoid of any significant emotion, more simply serving as the windows through which a hunter views his prey. Unlike so many of the males Mimic has crossed paths with, he is not so obsessive about his muscle as he is about maintaining his wit and cunning. As such, the wolf's body has suffered to service his mind and while he reaches a respectable 33 inches in height, he is not overly gifted when it comes to brute strength. That is not to say he cannot better a lesser opponent in a fight, as is evident many times throughout his past. Quite the contrary to what he prefers to believe though he is not invincible, and now has a deformity to remind him of the fact. During a rather routine altercation with a fae who took a dislike to him at Earthensong - Starcursed - his left foreleg and shoulder were savaged and Mimic has been forced to contend with a constant limp and crippled gait. Weeks after this, in an uncharacteristic attempt to redeem himself, he engaged an attacking wolf in a fight for Earthensong and had his right eye gouged during the skirmish.
{ P E R S O N A L I T Y }
Unfortunately for anyone destined to cross ways with the twisted wolf, Mimic's delicate mindset is the result of a complex misplacement of values and a desperately poor upbringing that forces him to the very cusp of an array of socio- or psychopathic personality disorders. Schooled from the very moment of his birth to seek the means of preserving his own best interests, he can be found comparatively self-centered and egotistical when standing abreast any kind and respectable wolf. In fact, beneath all the facades he projects he is quite an unsavoury character; though as his namesake would indicate he has become rather adept at copying the gestures of others and so can appear gentle and caring when he needs to be - a clever enough guise to help him through trouble on the horizon perhaps but not enough to change what lies within at the core of his being. Resulting from alienation in his early cubhood from all those he held dear including his doting mother, he began to emerge as an increasingly detached soul with little interest in the emotions of all wolves round about him. Deprived of care and warmth during his formative stages, Mimic seems incapable of understanding, forming and - more importantly - maintaining meaningful relationships. He is of a very childish mindset that he masks with bravado and cruelty for fear he will be viewed as weak. In spite of all his attempts however, the brute has been known to regress or fall victim to shocking lapses characterised by violent convulsion, sobbing or incoherent babble. Such displays only serve to intensify his anger and frustration. If any have the misfortune to bear witness, it would be wise to steer clear of him. Underneath it all, is he a gentle soul? No. Mimic is a sadistic wolf who takes an obscure pleasure in witnessing his fellows in pain, fascinated by holding control over life and death. He is largely remorseless by nature and how he reacts to any one wolf is entirely reliant on the mood he happens to be in at the time of meeting.
{ H I S T O R Y }
Coming Soon!
{ C H A R A C T E R - Q U I R K S }
Coming Soon! - but I am sure you have noticed some already...
{ M E M O R A B L E - Q U O T E S }
Hinaezuu: "No doubts now remain as to why you label yourself as Mimic, for that is truly what you are. You look like us, you walk like us, and you talk like us. But you are nothing like us at all - you do not feel as we feel. You are absent a soul."
{ I N H A B I T A N T }
Name: Laura
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Other Characters: Hinaezuu Atradico & Azamakaios Crescentmoon