Post by Diode/Krait | Spec on Aug 5, 2020 4:28:15 GMT
Diode
"I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me"
General Info
Gender: Intersex (she/her)
Gender: Intersex (she/her)
Sexuality: Pansexual
Age: 4 years 3 months
Build: On the smaller side, chubby
Build: On the smaller side, chubby
Pelt: Medium length, often messy. Ginger.
Eyes: Dark Green
Scars: Left eye completely missing, area surrounded by burn scars
Skills
Fighting/Sparing
Scent tracking
Digging
Doing what must be done
Weaknesses:
Scent tracking
Digging
Doing what must be done
Weaknesses:
Lack of depth perception
Hunting medium/large prey
Minor Pyrophobia
Hunting medium/large prey
Minor Pyrophobia
Character Aspects
Intelligent
Determined
Stubborn
Determined
Stubborn
Sarcastic
Aloof
Caring (in private)
Family
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: 2, Unknown
Current Status
Member of the Pack of Intrepidus
Tier IV Warrior
Healthy
Current Ambition: To rise through the ranks and gain respect as a warrior
Interpersonal Relations
Familiar With: Viera, Celes, Kralus, Khari
Acquaintances: Vanessa, Enki
Friends: None
Significant Others: None
Dislikes: Arzhel
Enemies: None
Respects: Kodn, Cas, Chase
Current Status
Member of the Pack of Intrepidus
Tier IV Warrior
Healthy
Current Ambition: To rise through the ranks and gain respect as a warrior
Interpersonal Relations
Familiar With: Viera, Celes, Kralus, Khari
Acquaintances: Vanessa, Enki
Friends: None
Significant Others: None
Dislikes: Arzhel
Enemies: None
Respects: Kodn, Cas, Chase
Lore:
Diode was born to a litter of three, a ginger mutant runt that was abandoned at a young age. While they did raise her to weining, she does not remember her family, nor does she care to. She spent her life hopping from shelter to shelter, being taken in on occasion by other wolves, only to be used as an extra body to hunt, receiving none of the care and love that she craved.
As a young adult, she accepted her fate to be alone and decided to do whatever must be done to further her survival. Her cravings for love turned to cravings for legacy. To be remembered by someone besides the family who abandoned her. She hunted for herself and defended what little she had with her very life, ever protective of things she deemed ‘hers’.
After some time on her own, she found herself caught in the middle of a forest fire. Flames on all sides, it seemed that she was where her story ended, but as the heat lapped at her flesh and smoke corrupted her lungs- she refused. She remembers little of how she got out, but she found herself at the edge of a lake, where the flames could not touch. The left side of her face had been burned to a crisp, leaving behind only a bloody and oozing socket where her eye had burst from the direct heat.
She looked for help and, in exchange for her services, was treated by the medic of a local pack before going on her way. She now searches for a pack to call home. She may never find something to call family, but she hopes to at least create a life worth fighting for.