Registration Date: 05-09-2013
Last Visit: 09-01-2013 01:59 PM
Total Posts 40
Played By: Riorach

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Age IV	Gender Male
Species Hybrid	Sexuality Heterosexual
Mate	Pack Loner
Rank	Alignment Ro - Balance of Luna and Sol

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Sivaas is already huge for his age, his body well muscled and his pelt thick and shaggy, yet remaining soft. His coat is a bright silver-blue hue that shines glossily in the sunlight, dark blue-black coloring drips down his face, back, and tail, outlined by a darker silver. Beneath the fur on his neck is a large scar where his throat was crushed in an attempt to kill him.

Similar markings stretch upwards on his legs, tendrils stretching skyward, outlined in the same dark silver. Large bone-colored claws peek from their sheaths at the back of his wrists, and can be extended downward like talons to administer deadly venom or to pierce prey. A deadly combination with his large tiger-like claws that extend from his paws.

Upon his face long, white slash-like stripes scrawl across his nose and across both eyes. Each eye is a split of ice blue and gold. His tongue is a dark purple hue. Upon his scruff and between his wings, lime green stripes cross in a randomized pattern.

Two massive blue-silver wings stretch out from his broad shoulders, spattered with the same markings as his body. The tops of his wings are covered in hard bony scales that protect the tender leathery flesh beneath.

About his neck rests a braided black and silver chain that suspends a massive canine with his name written in the enamel.

Determined - Stubborn - Reticent - Intuitive - Devoted - Quirky

Sivaas is a genuinely kind being, due to his memory loss he doesn't understand a lot of the world around him, and so finds himself eager to learn as many things as he possibly can to fill the void. Around newer wolves he is a bit wary, driven by his instincts he's usually very withdrawn, but around those he deems as friends he is always smiling. Due to his disability and memory loss, he can be very determined when it comes to certain tasks, the desire to never fail always resting upon his shoulders until he completes his objectives, never giving up until it is done. To those he grows attached to, Sivaas is fiercely loyal, as those he cares for are the center of his world.

He does suffer from bouts of frustration with his disability's progress, though he is well disciplined to restrain that anger from others. To make Sivaas your enemy is a rare feat, but if accomplished he can often brood on ways to repay the debt, be it bloodshed or death, but he's yet uncertain if he'd be able to take another's life willingly. Sivaas is incredibly clumsy when learning new things, learning new powers is especially difficult because they often backfire on him during practice. Despite his clumsiness, he will do his best to be at his peak.

Likes The Cold, Rain, flying, digging, being upside down, swimming.	Dislikes Intense heat, rude wolves, failing, sand, ruining an animal pelt
Hopes Regaining his memory, being able to speak, finding a place for himself.	Fears Loss, Falling to his death, losing new memories, suffocation.

Year Four

Sivaas. His name written into a fang about his neck upon a metal chain, and the memory of falling. These are the only things Sivaas remembers of his life, the years gone and buried behind the black smack that ends each nightmare. He knows it for a memory, the bright light above the hole blotted by a shadowed blue figure before finally giving way to the crash of contact and the black of vision. He'd awoken in the belly of the earth, his body aching and his eyes blind. For a month he wandered the blackness of the beneath, his eyes slowly acclimating to the dark and his body hardening as he tore through rock and soil, the only company was the simple clanking of the chain about his neck. Something was drawing him forward, a pull that reached down into his soul, making it impossible to resist despite his pain. Eventually Sivaas made it free of the underbelly of the earth where he made his first contact with another wolf. A strange old telepathic wanderer covered in mange with a cackle that rang in his ears and a smell that curled his lips. She told him stories of the wolves of the land, how each was imbued with a magic so terrible and wonderful and plentiful that she dare not fathom. She taught him of Sol and Luna, in their infinite chase, and of the Great Spirit and the Ghostflowers. The old crone was a firm believer of Sol, the wolf of fire and light, and despite her coercion, Sivaas felt tied to his own belief, that of Balance. Ro, he called it in his head, the belief that one could not function without the other, and therefore both were essential. For another month he healed and traveled with the old she-wolf, where he learned he had abilities of his own other than flight, most of which he spent his time learning again. As spring fell, the old sage made her parting with him, the earthborn returning to her home. With the land full of bloom, Sivaas set out in search of something more.

Father Unknown - Halfling Wolf-Dragon

Mother Unknown - Caverunner

Pups None