Seth

[Jam]

sethian of draghion hollow

the character

name, sethian, aka. seth
age, two years
gender, male
pack, edryd
rank, beta
appearance:

breed, timber wolf
eyes, metallic gold
pelt, the fur is mainly a burnt orange color over a base of white (white lightly circles the eyes), the fur then tipping out in brown. the tail fur tips out in black.
height, thirty-seven inches
weight, one hundred thirty-nine pounds
other,

personality:

IT'S INTUITION. emotions didn't win the war; instinct did. seth keeps his head in the game, and his heart is thrown to the sidelines. in the heat of the fight, love, lust, sympathy, any sort of emotion can destroy a wolf if he's not careful, working from the inside out. the only useful emotion is anger, fueling the drive to take out the enemy.

LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR. ever since he first committed murder, killing no longer phases him. homicide is just a part of life if you want to survive. however, he does not partake in ruthless killing. but if he sees justification in your death, he will not be sorry to see you gone.

ERES MUY INTELIGENTE, CHICO. if there's one thing that seth would appreciate gaining from his parents, it's what made them succeed. groomed to be a brilliant fighter, his mother planted the seeds of war success within him, the seeds of tactic, cunning, and manipulation. although he didn't get far in his studies, seth reawakened these skills after his most recent departure, and has since honed them for himself.

ASSHOLES FINISH FIRST. you don't get anywhere by being nice. his goal in life isn't to make friends, and therefore he lays things out on the line. typically, he'll be brutally honest and forward with you. it's the easiest way to weed out who's really worth knowing and who won't be missed. as for him, he holds no obvious regrets for his actions, no matter what they may be. he is also rather stubborn and arrogant, traits he has had since birth.

SOFT INSIDE WITH A HARD CANDY SHELL. the before-seth, as he likes to label it, still lives somewhere deep within him. everything that he has become is result of circumstance; all the trauma that he and his family suffered have molded him into the man he is today, and has come to bottle and pressure all the good left in him into a tiny compression, like a diamond. one would have to stick around long enough to chisel away the rock to find it.

DON'T LET ME GET ME. the truth of the matter is, deep below the surface, seth hates himself. he hates the person he has become, and he hates the fact that he hurt two of the people that were ever closest to him. he borders on the line between believing what he did was right and that it was wrong. suicide has not been ruled out of contemplation, and he sees it often as the only way out of this mess. yet the present seth will not allow him, and so he lives accepting his fate. for now.

history:

"I remember the smell of blood and rancid flesh all too well. It seared the memory into my brain, a memory that still haunts my nightmares to this day.

All that was left of my family, besides the living, breathing brother that stood at that very moment next to me, was carnage. Three siblings torn apart, limb from limb, and strewn everywhere in pools of their own blood. The very first one I saw was my own twin brother, whose head was set upon a ruby ring of blood like a platter underneath it. His eyes were still open, and the look of terror was still captured in them. It is those eyes that haunt my dreams, and when I see my reflection, I often see his face staring back at me, that same expression frozen in time upon it.

Before I had any time to even conjure up a thought as to who could have done this, I was told to run, and don't look back. How was I supposed to run away and leave my home after what had just occurred? But I had no choice in the matter. At 2 months of life, I was force to abandon my home, forever.

The one who told my brother Erik and I to run was a renegade by the name of Aleksey, or Alek as he was to us. He was part of a group of renegades that had resided with our pack for some months at that time, but only temporarily; they would be moving ahead soon. Where they were going was where our trio ended up. Alek's sister was Alphess of a nearby pack that took us in. Alek had decided that our safety was in danger. When I asked from who, he told me from whoever it was that killed our siblings, adding that he didn't know who it was or why one would ever do such a thing. I was too young then to catch the lie in his eyes as he said that. Rather unfortunate for him.

And so Alek raised us--rather shabbily--with help from his sister, who at that time had a litter of her own that was only a month younger than Erik and I. One of them was a daughter, Sophia, who was quite the striking ivory beauty, but with a face brushed with gold. She and I became rather close, and you could say that 'puppy love' blossomed as we came to each reach our yearling mark. I think Erik actually got a bit jealous, but I never forgot about him. Rather, if not for both of them, I would have become dangerously restless in that pack. With Erik, I could release that battle spirit I had gained from my parents, with each of us gaining some serious scratches every now and then. And then Sophia was the lady who could soothe my soul and let me be affectionate.

And then that fateful night came. As I left Sophia for the night, Alek approached me. I was close to a year and a half now, and he told me that there was a confession he owed to me. He revealed that he had known all along who had murdered our siblings, that it had been our father, Rigel. The reason was that our mother had begun to favor him, and he in turn had begun to feel very affectionate for her, even love her. Our father, assuming an affair, grew into a rage, saying that his children were not in fact his. Because of this, he wanted us dead, taking the action of murder into his own hands.

Silence followed this confession. Alek looked at me for forgiveness, voicing that desire as well.

He received a death sentence in return.

Something inside me that I assume had been there all along flicked on like a switch, and the murderous instinct took me over. I ripped him apart as my own flesh and blood had been, his blood drizzling down my throat and satisfying a strange thirst. This was my compensation for the terror I had witnessed as a child. My siblings were, I felt, finally avenged.

But I did not get off scott-free, for as I looked up from my kill, my eyes were gazing at the faces of Erik and Sophia. Erik was stunned, and Sophia was purely mortified. From their expressions, you would have thought I was a monster.

And the truth is that I am a monster. Everything that my father, my mother and Alek had done to me turned me into one. My heart was turning black as the silent seconds between us ticked by.

Yet before the transformation was complete, my heart gave one last cry to my conscience. It, with my eyes, saw Erik and Sophia, and reminded me how much I loved them both. And it reminded me that I loved them enough and was still good enough to save them.

So once again I ran, paws, muzzle and body flecked with a dead wolf's blood. I ran to wherever my paws would take me, and they brought me to Edryd. Seems to suit a monster like me perfectly."

lineage:
birthpack, the draghion wolves

sire, rigel of draghion hollow, male, "Rigel"
dam, aelpheba of draghion hollow, female, "Aodh"
siblings,

sethian of draghion hollow, male, "Seth"
raiglas of draghion hollow, male, "Rigel"
jarrion of draghion hollow, female, "Jare"
merrik of draghion hollow, male, "Erik"
galarian of draghion hollow, male, "Gale"

mate,
whelps,

the roleplayer

ooc name, jam
age, eighteen
gender, female
roleplay level, -∞