Savert Tramaj, "Tyto"

[Savert Tramaj]

Ooc Wheeee! Ic How did you find us? 'Tis me, Fareth Name: "Tyto" Savert Tramaj Pronunciation: Tie-Toe Savert Tramau-j Age: 4 Years into the Cursed World Gender: Male Species: Timber Wolf Appearance Height: 2' 7" Length: 5' 5" Weight: 120 pounds Build: Tall and lean, with a sinewy build and strong alpha's face Eyes: Brilliant and mournful golden, with hidden savage nature in their strange depths, they often seem to glare into another's mind and soul Fur: Savert's coat is charcoal black, streaked with silver across his throat, chin and along his flanks, while his tail is tipped with violent russet. His black fur becomes darked around his penetrating eyes in rings. Scars/Markings: A heavy scar parting the fur on his shoulder blade, and one cutting across his snout, now hidden by fur Other: None Personality: Savert Tramaj is at the least a tortured and beleaguered soul, forced into his slightly insane state from trauma when he was a wolf cub. His eyes always gleam with a slightly lost look, but he is always alert and aloof, waiting before acting. But to strangers, the fertility and cunning of his mind are almost stunning. Sav is able to devise swift movements in fights, hunting, and a silver-tounge, flattery, even insults, aid him in tight situations. Often, the black brute appears more ingenius than mad, but there is an off quality about him, and aura. "Tyto" Sav has no allies or friends, only his helpers and those he use, for he acts upon his own behalf. He trades information between wolves, perhaps joining one pack simply to hunt on their grounds or give its secrets to another. In his golden eyes, the world is merely his stage, and in fact, he takes pride in his superiority, arrogance, and ability to manipulate others to his will. To cross "Tyto: Savert Tramaj is certainly a threat in itself. With this wolf comes an upredictable temper and savage nature which can grip him when his mood falls like the leaves of an autumn tree, and it is best to leave him be during this time. There is no room in Savert's heart for weak wolves and amateurs, unless they would be of his blood and grow well. The scars from his past don't bother him now, but he strives only to improve...himself. Family: They're All Dead to Him History: Savert Tramaj was caught in a wretched childhood, born and raised in a viscious and reckless pack, to an alpha and alphess, Faeldaer and Reina. His father was a savage and cruel wolf, and had therefore influenced the pack itself, but took a mate, only to pass on his bloodline. Reina hated and despised Faeldaer Tramaj, insulting and beleaguering him at any chance, but Faeldaer was strong and she weak, and the alpha punished her mercilessly for treason, and so her body bore the scars of discipline. After weak and unsuccessful couting attemps with Reina, who refused to give her love to him, Faeldaer forced the she-wolf to bear him a litter. Upon the litter's birth, Faeldaer snarled in disgust, "You bore me only weaklings!" and immediately killed three of the wolf cubs as Savert suckled blindly at his mother's side. But he let Savert live, for he was the first and largest born. Neither parent had love or want for their own offspring, but Reina grew fond of little Sav, and affectionately called him "Tyto." Later on, when Savert grew able to walk, Reina tried vainly to flee with her remaining cub, but Faeldaer caught up within a sun. "Go now, child," he had growled, "while I teach your mother the meaning of discipline!" Savert backed away but turned around in time to witness the murder of his mother, as with a flash of fang in the moon's aurora, Faeldaer sank his jaws into her exposed throat. He turned upon Savert, but only to force him back within the territory boundaries. Savert was noticably different, and more savage, after he saw the bloody killing...he was right anymore. Like all twisted stories, Savert met his father, like Simba met Scar, and they fought in the depths of the forest. Faeldaer had been right, his son had grown into a powerful brute. Now, father lay snarling into his son's face as Savert ended it, and looked away as Faeldaer's life faded, a last snarl imprinted upon the still face. His paws and muzzle stained with a stripped life he snarled to the pack "Go! This is no more a pack. Hunt, run, but now this place is of memories!" And thus, Tyto Savert Tramaj was the last of his bloodline, and his eyes bore the scars of his siblings' and mother's deaths. Table by Fareth

[Medenagen]

Aww...Savert's history, in a way, loosely reminds me of one of my charry's histories...only...a bit more demented...

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