Post by Setanta on Sept 6, 2013 20:07:25 GMT -8
Name: Setanta Ulaid
Age: 25
Class: Wolf Taguel (10)
Sex: Male
Hair color: Green
Eye Color: Grey
Appearance: In his unchanged form, Setanta is shorter than the average human or Taguel. He is still heavy, though many people believe him to be younger than he actually is. His hair is long, he’d never truly felt the need to cut it. He’s never been able to grow facial hair, much to his family’s embarrassment while he was with them. All in all, he’s not very handsome, or hard faced, or ugly, or able to stand out for anything other than the length of his hair, which cover his ears in his human form.
As a wolf, he’s bigger than you’d expect, being somewhere between a half foot, to a foot shorter than a horse. He has a powerful round chest, and robust hind legs. His fur is the same shade of green as his hair. He was very short canine teeth, but they are particularly sharp.
Origin: Setanta is the youngest son of Conn Ulaid and Cablan Ulaid, Alpha and mate of the Ulaid warren. Like most Wolf Taguel, there was never a set place, there was a territory, and you moved about through it. He was even more aggressive as a child, due to the nature of his people when they were in their other form. Their ‘changed’ form, the form of wolves.
He was born on a night with a growing moon, a “waxing gibbous” as the unchangeable people called it. It was a good sign, it showed that his life would be filling. Of course an omen is just an omen. He is the youngest of six pups in his litter, as well as being the smallest. Three of his sisters and his brother were born as wolves, he and his oldest sister were born as little humans.
It did not take him long to develop the skills of changing however. He began shifting in and out off his true form by accident by the age of one, and was able to control the change if he was near his stone by the age of three. By the age of five he was capable of maintaining the form for a few days. He loved the form of the wolf, it felt like he was in the skin he belonged. He was capable of staying in it for a long time, which was considered impressive by most of the pack, but he was very sickly when he exited a long transformation.
Setanta was very aggressive child, despite being the smallest, he was a bully at a young age, if not for his power or intellect, but for his sheer ferocity. When he grew into adolescence, his true form suddenly changed drastically. He was only about five feet two inches tall, but his true form was only a foot shorter than the horse the unchanged people rode. He was still not as big as some of his brethren, but he was bigger than his small human form would suggest.
It was tradition for the boys of the tribe to become warriors quickly, and at sixteen, Setanta was considered an adult, and would need to help hunt, and fight in the rare occasions it was called for. There was a small tribe of unchanged people who hunted on the “mainland” and stayed on the south banks of the island that housed Setanta’s warren. It housed another as well, a tribe of bear taguel. The humans were peaceful, even seeming to see Setanta’s people and the bears as some spiritual beings connected with the earth. They would give his people fish, and his people brought them meat from the forest. He’d always like talking to the humans, they told of grand cities on the continent, and of the different animals that were there. The bears were a different story.
Those few instances of battle came from the bears. When Setanta was a boy one of them had taken his father’s ear off during a peace negotiation, his father had killed the bear for it and that sparked three more years of conflict. Setanta became a warrior in a time of peace, and the bear tribe was far away from the wolves. So he enjoyed his life, the hunt, spending time with his family, and peace.
One day when he was twenty-four, all of the warriors looked to the west of their camp. They could smell them from miles away. Bears, tons of them. Setanta’s father stood, and shifted into his form. With him, all but a few of the men and women of the pack shifted with him, leaving behind only enough to defend the children.
They shifted for the purpose of speed, all of them could sense it as they bounded through the trees, sense it from their alpha. They could sense his other thought too. He liked fighting, almost all of them did. It was in their nature to some degree. So if he could talk and seek a peace, that would be good. If they could fight again, that would be great.
The bears made no attempt to talk, Setanta could tell, they felt it too, a longing to fight, to get out their aggression, and their old enemy was as good a source as any. They were always shifting, both in their form and in their status with each other. Setanta’s grandfather told of when a group of bears had asked for peace one year, and he’d snorted in their face, only to ask them himself five years later. This day was no day for peace and talk.
Setanta’s ferocity helped him greatly in the battle. Too much, he lost his mind, there came a moment where he was no longer a taguel, o longer a wolf, but an embodiment of murderous intentions. The wolves took the battle that day, and as the bears retreated, the wolves howled after them, but did not pursue. Their lust for blood and sport was satisfied for the day. Setanta was still without his soul, and he began to give chase. His father chased him down, and did something they usually would not do, spoke in their wolf form. He told his son to stop, and that the battle was over.
Setanta’s mind only registered something that was alive for him to kill, and he leaped onto his father. Setanta was big, but his father was huge, the largest wolf on the entire island in generations, he pinned his son to the ground in seconds flat, and the two roared in each other's faces for what seemed like hours. When his son was once again his son, the older Taguel told him he should kill him for disobeying him, that letting him live would be seen as weak. Instead, he told his son to wait until morning, then leave the warren, and the island all together. He would not kill his son, but he would not abide a traitor.
Setanta did as he was told, ashamed and alone, he asked the unchanged people to row him to the mainland, and he began traveling about, a wolf without a pack.
Personality: Setanta is a rash, loudmouthed, boisterous, smart-ass with a problem with his anger. Though he’d begun to reel it in, to the point that he doesn't attack someone on his side, he will fight at the slightest provocation, having had to flee a town after badly injuring a man who called him a mutt. He is very proud to be a wolf taguel, and will tell you first hand if you let him. He’s friendly to those he sees as nice people, but vicious to those whom he does not. In battle he is not particularly merciful, as he still loses himself in the violence. He’s also not very useful in tactical situations, preferring brute force over planned strategy. He hasn't really had a purpose in his life now, taking on mercenary work, and the like, but he feels alone without a pack.
Ooc: Feel free to correct it, I wasn't sure on some things about it.
Age: 25
Class: Wolf Taguel (10)
Sex: Male
Hair color: Green
Eye Color: Grey
Appearance: In his unchanged form, Setanta is shorter than the average human or Taguel. He is still heavy, though many people believe him to be younger than he actually is. His hair is long, he’d never truly felt the need to cut it. He’s never been able to grow facial hair, much to his family’s embarrassment while he was with them. All in all, he’s not very handsome, or hard faced, or ugly, or able to stand out for anything other than the length of his hair, which cover his ears in his human form.
As a wolf, he’s bigger than you’d expect, being somewhere between a half foot, to a foot shorter than a horse. He has a powerful round chest, and robust hind legs. His fur is the same shade of green as his hair. He was very short canine teeth, but they are particularly sharp.
Origin: Setanta is the youngest son of Conn Ulaid and Cablan Ulaid, Alpha and mate of the Ulaid warren. Like most Wolf Taguel, there was never a set place, there was a territory, and you moved about through it. He was even more aggressive as a child, due to the nature of his people when they were in their other form. Their ‘changed’ form, the form of wolves.
He was born on a night with a growing moon, a “waxing gibbous” as the unchangeable people called it. It was a good sign, it showed that his life would be filling. Of course an omen is just an omen. He is the youngest of six pups in his litter, as well as being the smallest. Three of his sisters and his brother were born as wolves, he and his oldest sister were born as little humans.
It did not take him long to develop the skills of changing however. He began shifting in and out off his true form by accident by the age of one, and was able to control the change if he was near his stone by the age of three. By the age of five he was capable of maintaining the form for a few days. He loved the form of the wolf, it felt like he was in the skin he belonged. He was capable of staying in it for a long time, which was considered impressive by most of the pack, but he was very sickly when he exited a long transformation.
Setanta was very aggressive child, despite being the smallest, he was a bully at a young age, if not for his power or intellect, but for his sheer ferocity. When he grew into adolescence, his true form suddenly changed drastically. He was only about five feet two inches tall, but his true form was only a foot shorter than the horse the unchanged people rode. He was still not as big as some of his brethren, but he was bigger than his small human form would suggest.
It was tradition for the boys of the tribe to become warriors quickly, and at sixteen, Setanta was considered an adult, and would need to help hunt, and fight in the rare occasions it was called for. There was a small tribe of unchanged people who hunted on the “mainland” and stayed on the south banks of the island that housed Setanta’s warren. It housed another as well, a tribe of bear taguel. The humans were peaceful, even seeming to see Setanta’s people and the bears as some spiritual beings connected with the earth. They would give his people fish, and his people brought them meat from the forest. He’d always like talking to the humans, they told of grand cities on the continent, and of the different animals that were there. The bears were a different story.
Those few instances of battle came from the bears. When Setanta was a boy one of them had taken his father’s ear off during a peace negotiation, his father had killed the bear for it and that sparked three more years of conflict. Setanta became a warrior in a time of peace, and the bear tribe was far away from the wolves. So he enjoyed his life, the hunt, spending time with his family, and peace.
One day when he was twenty-four, all of the warriors looked to the west of their camp. They could smell them from miles away. Bears, tons of them. Setanta’s father stood, and shifted into his form. With him, all but a few of the men and women of the pack shifted with him, leaving behind only enough to defend the children.
They shifted for the purpose of speed, all of them could sense it as they bounded through the trees, sense it from their alpha. They could sense his other thought too. He liked fighting, almost all of them did. It was in their nature to some degree. So if he could talk and seek a peace, that would be good. If they could fight again, that would be great.
The bears made no attempt to talk, Setanta could tell, they felt it too, a longing to fight, to get out their aggression, and their old enemy was as good a source as any. They were always shifting, both in their form and in their status with each other. Setanta’s grandfather told of when a group of bears had asked for peace one year, and he’d snorted in their face, only to ask them himself five years later. This day was no day for peace and talk.
Setanta’s ferocity helped him greatly in the battle. Too much, he lost his mind, there came a moment where he was no longer a taguel, o longer a wolf, but an embodiment of murderous intentions. The wolves took the battle that day, and as the bears retreated, the wolves howled after them, but did not pursue. Their lust for blood and sport was satisfied for the day. Setanta was still without his soul, and he began to give chase. His father chased him down, and did something they usually would not do, spoke in their wolf form. He told his son to stop, and that the battle was over.
Setanta’s mind only registered something that was alive for him to kill, and he leaped onto his father. Setanta was big, but his father was huge, the largest wolf on the entire island in generations, he pinned his son to the ground in seconds flat, and the two roared in each other's faces for what seemed like hours. When his son was once again his son, the older Taguel told him he should kill him for disobeying him, that letting him live would be seen as weak. Instead, he told his son to wait until morning, then leave the warren, and the island all together. He would not kill his son, but he would not abide a traitor.
Setanta did as he was told, ashamed and alone, he asked the unchanged people to row him to the mainland, and he began traveling about, a wolf without a pack.
Personality: Setanta is a rash, loudmouthed, boisterous, smart-ass with a problem with his anger. Though he’d begun to reel it in, to the point that he doesn't attack someone on his side, he will fight at the slightest provocation, having had to flee a town after badly injuring a man who called him a mutt. He is very proud to be a wolf taguel, and will tell you first hand if you let him. He’s friendly to those he sees as nice people, but vicious to those whom he does not. In battle he is not particularly merciful, as he still loses himself in the violence. He’s also not very useful in tactical situations, preferring brute force over planned strategy. He hasn't really had a purpose in his life now, taking on mercenary work, and the like, but he feels alone without a pack.
Ooc: Feel free to correct it, I wasn't sure on some things about it.
