Name: Jerrin
Age: Newborn pup
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jerrin, born a rich, sooty black squirming pup with a level head on his shoulders, will attain a pelt in proper combination of those worn by his parents, the lovely Avatar and strong Fathom. With age, his short yet silken puppy coat will become long, like his mother’s, and thick and ragged, just as his father’s. His pelt will deeper in hue to a most startling shade of pure, pure black that threatens to take the very joy out of the air. Sadly enough, he will grow to inhabit that trait under guidance of a most sinister sort. Upon his chest there is a white star, not always apparent when he ages, but quite large while in his pup days. His face, in the summer time, will be flecked with pale silver, as though he were ageing quite rapidly or perhaps scarred quite severely (which could be the reason…). In the winter months, however, this tiny touch of color will be absorbed by the thickened black hair that inhabits the rest of him. His face is narrow like that of his mother, sloping downward quite steeply and extending outward with a pointed muzzle. His ears are tall and round, appearing to be vigilantly on guard at all times. Right now, of course, he appears all ears, but he will grow into them with the passage of time. His currently stubby little puppy legs will grow into magnificently lengthy limbs which will propel him at relatively high speeds wherever he likes to go. His bulk will lean more towards his mother’s size, though he will stand as tall as his Father in height alone. His eyes too will match those of his father, though his will be a deeper and more foreboding yellow than those of his father. Overall, he will be a marvelously perfect blend of his two parents.
Personality As a pup, Jerrin will be all rough-and-tumble, eager to run and play with his siblings. He’s a natural-born leader, strong both physically and mentally. He will take great pride in his family and try to pay them all their dues. His favorite sibling will be the ‘weakest’ in mindset: Orca. Through his aging process she might notice his changes in personality, or she might not. She will be his biggest asset and closest friend in life… and yet, one day he will betray her, warped and twisted from the most outstanding of the pups into a demon of the darkness.
When he grows up, Jerrin will have lost his level-headedness, instead favoring a rash temperament and a short temper rather than his natural patience. He will grow cruel and wicked under the baleful eye of some wolf whose name won’t be mentioned here. He still will uphold his sense of honor and justice, but these systems will have become just as warped and twisted as himself. Revenge will be sought upon each and every individual who crosses him. He’ll become stubborn and insolent, and his alone moments will be filled with something akin to teenage angst. Still, he’ll never tell a lie but he will distort the truth to meet his own ends.
History: Being as he is a pup, he doens't have much of one, aside form the fact that he was born second, first male. But, here's a familiar history (used with permission of course) about his parent, which will be followed by tantalizing hints about his future ^^
Fathom and Avatar first met long ago, not on these lands, but in the lands of an ancient pack by the calling of the Glasere Varjo. Fathom was accepted into the pack, but never fully trusted by all. In his time there, the Alphas, Lord Helcaraxë and Lady Gwathia, had a litter of three pups. There was Custer, a strong male that took after his father in many ways, Demi, a girl pup that was like her mother in personality, and then little Avathar. This little she-pup was the runt of the litter and tended to be secretive. She was named for the shadows that she would hide in. And then, disaster.
A flood caused the pack to flee to higher ground, but it was every wolf for himself. In the melee’, the royal children fell behind. Fathom noticed and fell back to help them while their parents had fled like cowards. He shoved them and helped them up the steep incline of the plateau slope and all was well (considering the conditions) until one of the pups slipped on loose stones and mud. The pup cried for help as he slipped into the waters, and Fathom lunged, but could do nothing. Custer was gone, taken by the swirling flood waters. He had to get the other two moving. Nearly there, and then the elder, Geezer, leapt upon a loose boulder, in which he scrabbled on to gain footing, but to no avail. He toppled into the waters and drown, but the boulder he loosened didn’t stay in place. It too, made its way to the life-taking waters, and struck Demi on its way.
Fathom yelled at Avathar to continue while he scooped up the barely living Demi in his jaws. Her blood ran into his mouth and on his jaws, and it was not something he relished. Now they made it to the top…except for Demi. She had died in his jaws; her wounds had been too great for the little body to survive. Helcaraxë had been quick to accuse him of heinous act of murdering his children. Fathom pled with him, but the Alpha would hear none of it. Avathar told her father that it was true, but in his wrath he called it that Fathom had brainwashed her. A few wolves sided with Fathom, while the rest of the pack clung to their leaders’ beliefs. He was sentenced to death, but Fathom knowing his innocence, fled.
Seekers were ordered after him, but none ever captured him to bring him back for the sentence to be carried out. They were killed by his fang, for it was his life or theirs. He traveled long and far, until on the lands of Soul of the Wild. Little did he know that not long after his leaving did the little one he kept alive left her pack and family as well. She was tracking him down and finally succeeded. By that time, she was a lovely adult. Both lupes became of the Isa’fea and slowly grew closer. A big argument came between them, but in the end it was the tension of their love bottled up. They confessed their feelings to one another, and became mates. Though none of the rest of the pack yet knows who the father of the pups is…they soon shall. And with these pups, a new legacy for the Isa’fea has begun.
This Legacy, however, will be severely disrupted by this little fellow who he is rather young to be doing so. Tutored by a shade helping those whom Fathom "wronged" in his past he will blossom into a full-fledged, blood-lusting killer by the innocent age of one, and will act upon his emotions in a way that will forever rock the Isa'fea, and his father...
Its done! I've left his personality a little open, so that I have some room to play ^^ And so he has plenty of room to change...
But yes, isn't that a cute history. I wanted to change the Hel part, but I didn't. I didn't figure anybody would notice, and it was a simple technicality. But yes, it is done!