Post by *the CARDplayer! on Sept 15, 2011 18:46:37 GMT -5
Gravedigger
{ And we'll love again, we'll laugh again
We'll cry again and we'll dance again
And it's better off this way
So much better off this way
I can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed
And never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now }
full name invictus karasu
nickname gravedigger
sex male
age 5
pack loner
rank n/a
mother Requim
father Sintel
other relations Denalia - mate [deceased]
eye color sharp brown
scars / markings
overall description For one with such a dark profession, he has a rather holy, pure appearence. Without scars, Gravedigger has a rather lovely white coat that is similiar in fashion to a rolling avalanche, thick and rather long. However, this coat is often dirty with brown dirt to the point where his paws are stained with this dirt. His muzzle too is often tinged with dirt, although he often tries to keep it clean. Taller than most wolves, Gravedigger has a habit of looking down on other species of wolves when on level ground of course, but most of the time, he looks up from the grave he dug.
personality A quiet fellow, one would never get the impression that Gravedigger is broken in mind, spirit and heart. Slow in his sentences, Gravedigger gives the impression of a gentle giant. He can threatening when needed, towering over wolves his voice like thunder and his eyes like lightning. But when not digging graves, he stares up at trees, staring and whispering to the birds and squirrels that run around his feet. Gravedigger is a lonely soul, and you can tell by his slouching demeanor.
strengths quiet / observant / fit
weaknesses anti-social / slow / neutral
historic events
born as an only child, Gravedigger had a quiet childhood. He was average, quiet. The lack of adventure in him had somewhat scared his parents and when asked why he never went out in play, Gravedigger merely looked and said he didn't want to. His mind didn't seem acknowledge fun, when asked to play, it confused him, meddled with his mind. Like someone had asked him a trick question. With little friends and his lack of tongue made him a social outcast, alone.
It was when he was walking that he came across a female in desperation, cornered by two wolves. Like some knight out of a fairy-tale, or so his mate used to remind him, he attacked the wolves and drove them off. Barely speaking a word, once the female was safe, he continued on his quiet destination to nowhere. However, as he sat down a few days later to stare at the sky, this female joined him. And followed him. At first, Gravedigger questioned her appearence in his mind, and as a month passed and she still followed him, he asked her vocally. She answered in return, she was in his debt. Puzlzled by this but didn't push her away, it was another two months before the female asked him where he going.
'anywhere but here'
'here where?'
'this place'
'Invictus! You aren't making any sense!'
'Why do I have to?'
'Heh, your'e funny.'
'That statement wasn't supposed to be funny'
Their conversations went on like this, until through their few thousands did Denalia admit she loved the wolf. Gravedigger admitted he loved her too. And he did, as much as the feeling confused him. They arrived in Traum, happy and hoped to settle down. Smiling for the first time in a longest of times, he heard he was going to be a father. But he never did. Denalia died, attacked by a wild wolf. As she died, so did his pups. His family. Something somewhat snapped and so he dug his wife a grave. And when he patted the last pile of dirt over her, shaking and wet from rain and sweat, he couldn't stop digging. So he continued to dig graves, digging and digging. Maybe, just maybe, he thinks. If I dig down enough, I can find them. And we can be happy family again.
other any other thoughts you have.
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