Post by A R G O on Jun 14, 2014 23:21:38 GMT -6
IC
Name: Damus
Gender: Male
Age: 245 dog years [58 human years)
Breed: Irish Wolfhound mix.
Pack: Fawnstalker
Rank: Proudfoot
Personality: Damus is a very mysterious old dog, enjoying nothing more than to quietly sit in a dark corner and listen to the goings on of the pack. He rarely ventures far, if he chooses to move at all. He is noble and very intelligent, though doesn't take kindly to know-it-all young pups trying to boss him around. He is extremely old, but rarely complains of the normal ailments that plague older dogs, though his bones and joints constantly ache, and his scar-tattered body is in a horribly weakened state.
Damus is a feisty old guy who would willingly throw himself into a battle if he thought it would help his packmates. His appearance may be slightly disturbing to other dogs, but his attitude makes him well liked, and his knowledge grants him respect within the pack. When he speaks, others tend to listen.
Nobody really knows his true feelings though. He has lived an extremely long life, especially for others of his kind. He has watched entire generations be born, grow old, and die before him. His family, his mate, his children... All long gone. Died of illness and old age, yet he still lives. His body is so weak and mangled that he can barely move without horrible pain, yet he still lives. He's survived battle after battle, attack after attack, and injuries that would have killed any other dog, but he still lives, unable to understand why. To him, it seems that this world will not let him die. The masters have given him this gift.... This curse... To make him live, to make him see everyone that he's ever loved die... And to remember the pain of each of their deaths, like a raw, burning ache in his heart.
Appearance: A tall, gray pelted dog. Skinny - almost emaciated in build, with a shaggy, coarse haired coat. His gray pelt is tinged with lighter shades of silver, showing his advanced age. Deep scars riddle his flesh, scratches and gouges so deep that they look like muscle has been ripped away with visible, stretched scar tissue the only thing that covers bone.
His eyes are a pale, milky white. They look blind, but he can see. His eyes have mutated, covering themselves with a protective layer and intensifying his night vision. In fact, he can see so well in the dark, that daylight actually hurts his eyes.
{The only other oddity that he has is his ability to survive from almost any injury he's ever taken. Healing, as with any other dog, takes years, and draws away so much energy from his body that it actually leaves him underfed and emaciated. Luckily none of his wounds have been in vital areas, but they have been extremely deep, and debilitating. This has likely been a fluke, but the radiation seems to have helped him develop an ability to have a very durable, yet weak and tattered body. This has also prolonged his life span by many more years than his kin.
This isn't to say that he cannot die. Bad enough injuries to any vital spot will surely kill him, and sooner or later his old body will not be able to produce enough energy to keep itself alive. }
Limited Traits: None
History: Most of Damus' history is unknown to others. They only know that he came into the pack at as an elder many years ago, and is still living among them today. They know he has lived a long life, but they do not know how long, or the specifications of how he came to be there. They do not know the pain he suffers every day from the memories of his life, as he's never told anyone of his losses, or the stories of his many scars. To others, this makes him very mysterious, but to him, it allows him some form of relief. Some ability to forget, if only for a little while. To live for what he has now, rather than to constantly think of the past.. no matter how bittersweet some of those memories are.
Visual Reference: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/Arhiukahn/damus.png
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