Post by jellyfish on May 7, 2011 20:01:57 GMT -5
wendigo
THERE IS A PLACE IN THE DARK WHERE THE ANIMALS GO
YOU CAN TAKE OFF YOUR SKIN IN THE CANNIBAL GLOW
THERE IS A PLACE IN THE DARK WHERE THE ANIMALS GO
YOU CAN TAKE OFF YOUR SKIN IN THE CANNIBAL GLOW
NAME... Wendigo
AGE... Thirty seven moons
GENDER... Male
CLAN... Rogue
POSITION... ----
SPECIES... Amur Leopard
APPEARANCE...
Wendigo is rather handsome for a crazed leopard- with a build halfway between wiry and muscular and an angular face that sets off his deep, golden eyes, he resembles any other member of Leopardclan. His pelt is thick, as most Amur leopards, and soft to the touch. The coloration is a bit brighter than some Amur, starting at his backbone in a deep orangey hue and fading into soft gold before continuing on to his stomach in a shade of creamy white. His rosettes are large and bi-colored, with thick black rims and a dark brown interior. Said rosettes swirl across his body like an illness, springing up on nearly every part of him, including the thick white fur of his chest and underbelly in a scalloping pattern. His legs are long and muscled, as most leopards, for the climbing of trees, and he has small paws for agile jumps. His tail is long and tipped in the black of several rosettes clumping together at the very end of his body, and aids him in balance. Wendigo has somewhat large, rounded tulip ears that are colored as black as the tip of his tail and the outer rings of his spots. They are set at symmetrical levels atop his head, and complete his facial appearance quite nicely by adding a touch of seashell pink to his otherwise sparsely colored form.
Wendigo is slightly larger than most leopards, with perhaps a few pounds and inches over the average of his species. His coat is halfway between thick and short, and has a texture that seems rough but is somewhat pleasing to the touch. He has noticeable muscles that ripple under his coat- but they are not quite as prominent as a lion, or some other larger cats. He has notably sharp claws, wicked teeth, and eyes that seem to focus deeper on anyone than anyone else wendigo has ever met. His overall appearance can be described as creepily gorgeous, or something along those lines.
PERSONALITY...
Wendigo, to sum it all up, can be described simply as a monster. There is no kind side to him, nor a humane one, and he lives in his own world where rules mean nothing and where fighting is simply a game of strategy. He is mercilessly clever and cunning, and ruthless when it comes to flaunting these facts. His ability to twist and manipulate the minds and forms of others is one of his greatest abilities, though his ability to refrain from doing so is his greatest flaw. Wendigo is incapable of being anything but an unrestrained example of feral feline toward those around him, which either drives those who surround him away, or to the brink of insanity. He can easily be called an eccentric being, as he is unconcerned with feline society's disapproval of his many unique habits. He doesn't quite comprehend the notion of 'normal,' and therefore doesn't believe it is a labeling that applies to him. His overall attitude toward fitting in and things of that nature is a strong one of non-conformation. His extreme curiosity, outspoken mannerisms, obsession with his own little world and disdainful eating habits set him off as an eccentric enigma in any group or society, which only seems to drive him further and further into his own world.
He is a very dark being. Not darkly depressing in the way that he always sees things negatively, but dark in his off-kilter ways of going about the world. Gruesome scenes and gore are two things that this leopard has pleasure for, as well as the action of causing such massacres out of malice. He giggles in the face of pain, and can be considered both a sadistic creature- with a love of inflicting pain on others- as well as masochistic one- with an equal passion for being abused himself. Whether these two traits were carried over from some shadowed past, Wendigo isn't quite sure, but he doesn't seem to have a problem with displaying such horrible portions of himself. If he is anything, he is an open being whose sins are clear for all in the world to view. He may be psychotic, and dangerous atop that, but he has no shame for the things he does, and only a lust for more of it to continue onward.
Wendigo, though a horrible influence and quite the unsettling being to be around, is incredibly charismatic. Whether his charm comes from the diplomatic air he emits, or the aristocratic sneer that always tweaks his lips into a perpetual grin, or even simply his handsome appearance that lulls others into a sense of well being, the leopard is not particularly concerned with. He harnesses his looks and ability to attract a crowd when he needs somebody malleable to mold to fit one of his many schemes, and plucks off victims like feathers on a bird he is about to devour. Murderous, and quite often victorious in his acts, Wendigo is not a beast to be trifled with.
He, atop all of the bad traits he displays, has no belief in starclan. The concept of starclan is not one he finds possible- nor is the concept of the dark forest. Instead, he seems to believe in his own set of Gods, all of the existence of which he has never mentioned to another soul. In his mind, they are simply called Rogue Gods, and he believes they are murderous beasts with the same ill intent as him. He also thinks that his cannibalistic tendencies and blood lust are gifts bestowed upon him from the Rogue, and that they are a sign of the favored. Wendigo is under the impression that his entire nature after the Awakening- and even his awakening itself- is all a grand plan of his personal Gods for him to play along in, and that every victim he sacrifices or devours places him one step closer to become something greater than the clan cats starclan himself.
Overall just a monstrous creature who is better left avoided, Wendigo is a terrifying cannibal animal with a love of the hunt and the night that makes him a beast best to be wary of.
HISTORY...Wendigo truly has no recollection of his past. He awoke in outsider territory amid the half-eaten carcasses of several other leopards, alone and untouched by whatever had devoured other members of his species. He spent the time of what he now refers to as 'The Awakening,' wandering around the outsider territories and getting considerably further and further from clans of any sort. He was around twenty moons old when the awakening happened, and he spent the seventeen moons up until recent times meandering about hostile lands and toughening himself up. It was in these outsider lands where he gained his Awakened name- and from an odd source.
In the moons he spent in the outsider lands, he found himself drawn to two things- the night time, and the thrill of a hunt. It was these factors combined that gave him the push needed to become what his name entails- a crazed, cannibalistic creature of the dark. He had been hunting one day, weeks after he awoke amid decomposing big cats, when a rustle in the bushes surprised him. Instead of launching after the deer-like creature he had been tracking before, some subconscious whim of his sent Wendigo flying into the bushes to pin down whatever had been watching him. It turned out to be lynx instead of some fleeing prey animal, a snarky little beast that hissed even as his larger form pinned the cat to the ground. Insults were thrown, hisses passed back and forth, but he was in charge of the smaller creature at that time. Seized by some sort of demon after a particularly nasty bite at his leg, Wendigo swooped in for a retaliating bite- only to hook into the creatures neck instead as it squirmed, and tear out of surprise as it yowled. The other cats moving ripped his throat even more, and the last words uttered as its soul faded were simply 'Monster of the night.'
As he stared down at the sentient animal he had killed, Wendigo felt in his conscious mind a disturbance in the area around him. A black panther- with the same dark rosettes as his own, though less noticeable than his black on gold- slid from the shadows of the trees to sit on the other side of the smaller beast he had murdered. The other creature said nothing, and simply leaned down and began eating the dead beast- picking away at it like a vulture. Without thought, Wendigo joined in, and when nothing was left but a splotch on the ground and the bones of the other feline, the black leopard wound itself around him, whispered a single word in his ear, and melted back into the darkness of the outsider lands. It was from a stranger, who he shared his first awakened meal with, that Wendigo gained his calling- a word the other cat had whispered like sweet nothings in his ear with only a solitary word of definition as to what it signaled. Wendigo- the night cannibal, as the dark leopard had explained.
Since that time, countless felines have fallen to Wendigos teeth and claws, and countless meals of them have been made. For seventeen moons he lorded over the outsiders territory as a silent predator, who came in the night, and whose very presence sent a chill down even the most cutthroat rogue of that times spines. Only recently has he descended from loners land to the clan lands to learn of what the world outside his self-proclaimed kingdom is like- and to find the creature who named him upon his awakening.
