Post by Conell on Nov 1, 2015 9:05:40 GMT -6
{OOC: I don't know how you all managed to find such great pictures, but if you could help me out I'd really appreciate it I just wanna be cool, too. Also, Nayru, let me know if there's anything I need to alter at all! And how much fame would be reasonable for this character, do you guys think?}
Name: Conell
Tribe: Wolf tribe
Age: 45
Human Form: Conell is a very large man, standing at 6’7”. His body is very defined and bulky, built to be a powerhouse from constant combat on the Island. His skin has a light tan, from his life spent outdoors. His hair is a rich deep black, though on a sunny day, there are some hints of an emerald color hidden among the onyx. His eyes are emerald. His primary taguel features, beyond his large size, are his hands, ears, and tail. His ears are wolf ears, resting at the top of his head and have fur as black as his hair. His tail, which is also black, is about 2.5 feet long, and helps him balance during combat. His hands, meanwhile, always maintain a set of sharp claws protruding from his fingertips. His clothing is simple, a navy blue tunic covered by a black jacket, tan cloth pants and a pair of black boots.
War Form: When shifted into a beast, Conell’s entire body becomes covered in shaggy, black fur. He morphs into the shape of a wolf, growing even larger in size. He walks on all fours and stands at 6’4. From tail to snout he is over 13 feet long, his tail being 3 feet. His jaw is incredibly strong, designed for crushing and grabbing and his claws are razor sharp, designed for tearing and ripping his prey's underbelly.
Personality: Conell is a leader, first and foremost. His first priority in any situation is taking care of his pack. Like many taguel he fights ferociously when his emotions flare, but in general Conell takes his time in the Hunt, learning how his prey fights before rushing in. He has found that your entire pack survives better when someone is leading them rather than every man acting on pure instinct. Thus, he feels like any death in his pack is his fault.
In his youth, he was know for being very adventurous and had a deep desire to explore past his pack’s territory. He overcame his birth pack’s fear of outsiders after meeting members of different tribes, though not all of his encounters were friendly. Thus, while generally being willing to give strangers a chance, he is quick to suspicion if something doesn’t feel genuine.
He tends to be a little wild in humor, every family he’s ever had have been warriors, so he doesn’t understand the concept of “playing too rough”. Unlike his father’s pack he strives to create an at least somewhat enjoyable atmosphere in his adopted family. Laughter and play fights are common in his presence, if he has deemed you worthy of friendship.
Story: Conell was bred to lead. His father had been their pack’s alpha, as had his grandfather, and his grandfather’s grandfather. As the oldest and the strongest of his 5 siblings, he had been selected to take over their father’s mantle. Among the hills and crags in the stormy north of the Island, Conell’s pack made their home. His pack was made up of more than 40 wolf tribe taguel, but have loose working relationships with both the dog and fox packs that live in nearby territories. It wasn’t a very comfortable place to grow up, and his family didn’t make it anymore so. Constantly training and trying to survive on monster Island left little time for a childhood. Conell’s pack did everything together and were very close — but outsiders were greatly distrusted, even - to a lesser extent - outside members of the dog tribes. They were deeply spiritual and viewed respecting the Earthmother as their pack’s first priority. Thus they made sure to be extremely efficient with their kills, using as much of their prey as possible to ensure nothing went to waste.
When he was young, Conell was known as the troublemaker of their pack, much to his father’s chagrin. He often enjoyed exploring the area outside of their territory alone to watch the members of the different tribes that lived nearby. At 15, he went exploring south of his crags and built up the courage to introduce himself to a tigress, Lea of a similar age. It was the first time he’d talked to someone of a different tribe. While a little unsure of how to be social with someone outside his pack, the two got to know each other over the course of a few months and she eventually introduced him to her small family. They grew extremely close over time and her family became a second pack to Conell.
Meanwhile, his father had decided that he was ready to start leading hunts on his own. As expected he took to leadership like a duck to water. Clever and inventive, Conell earned a reputation among his pack as a brilliant hunter - most of his tactics adapted from styles he'd seen other tribes use to hunt, primarily using stealth techniques he’d learned from Lea. His father couldn’t have been prouder. But his desire to explore kept eating away at him and eventually he went a step too far.
At 18, while sneaking off to meet with Lea, Conell was attacked by a pair of scouting crows looking to expand their territory. That day he truly learned the strength of a wolf is in its pack. He fought ferociously, but the scouts were too quick for him to land a kill. Had Lea not come looking for him, he would have died. The Tigress tackled one of his attackers out of the sky, distracting the other Crow enough for Conell to get his jaw around their throat, killing them swiftly. Lea’s prey managed to escape and returned to their flock.
He and Lea agreed to bring the body of the crow back to her home. Conell was conflicted with his actions, not knowing how to respect the life that he’d taken in the way of his tribe. The cats managed to convince him that they would take care of the corpse and sent him home to his pack, but when he returned they were in chaos. An envoy from the crow tribe had arrived demanding retribution for their dead, claiming it had been a murder. They wanted Conell’s head. His father refused, prompting a bloody feud. Conell fought with ferocity in the skirmishes that followed, killing numerous Crows and leading half of his pack into battle, his father the other. While the birds had the upper hand in single combat, they could not stand against the united wolf pack. Conell’s strategies were extremely effective, often luring the crows into a devastating trap where a dozen of his pack would be waiting in the shadows to pounce on their unsuspecting prey. For an entire year, the tribes sought each other out at every turn always seeking to draw blood.
Eventually the feud grew large enough to draw the attention of the Thousand Scales and a pair of Arbiters were sent to rectify the dispute. Conell’s father, not wanting to have any more trouble with the outside world agreed to end the fighting as long as the Crows remained out of their territory. The Crows agreed to end the war they had all but lost, but before the night was through Conell had received a message telling him Lea and her family had been taken in his place and were to be executed if he did not hand himself over. Despite having kept his relationship with the tigress a secret for 4 years, Conell went to his father and begged him to help save Lea’s life. The old wolf looked down at his son, a boy he had raised to become the perfect alpha and felt nothing but disgust. He told the black wolf that his disloyalty was a disgrace to their family and he was no longer apart of their pack .
His world shattered, Conell did the only thing he could think of and tracked down the Arbiters that had tried to settle the dispute. Explaining his story to them, they agreed to help work out the situation. When they arrived, however, the Crows refused to back down. Conell realized that the only way that he could save Lea and her family was to put everything on the line. He challenged the Crow that had escaped on that fateful day to single combat. The flock agreed, knowing the advantage their kind had in duels. The battle was brutal, but Conell had learned much during their feud. He was stronger. Faster. And most importantly, he knew how Crows fought. Though covered in wounds, the black wolf was victorious on that day - in more ways than one. The Arbiters, impressed by his courage and skill in battle, invited him into their ranks as an Initiate and after Lea’s enthusiastic encouragement, he agreed.
Over the next 2 decades, Conell threw his life into his new pack. Becoming a member of the Thousand Scales afforded him the chance to explore the world in a way that he had previously only ever dreamed of. His time with Lea and her family had taught him how to socialize with outside groups, which certainly helped given the diversity of his new associates.
His first mission as an Initiate, at 19 was to investigate claims of a rabid Bael. The claims were wrong, but only in that there were 2 rabid Baels, not just the one. He, along with the rest of the team, managed to take down the colossal creature — though Conell was nearly killed, after being pierced by one of the spider’s enormous legs.
At 24 the black wolf was sent to try to end a budding war reminiscent of the one he started all those years before. When the two chiefs refused to listen to reason, Conell chose to handle their fight more aggressively, insisting that he and both of the chiefs fought, the winner of the skirmish deciding the terms of the peace. When the battle started, Conell let the two raging taguel attack each other with all of their might, conserving his energy. As the pair grew weak, he finished them both. Their prideand bodies bruised, but unwilling to rescind on their agreement, the two Chiefs agreed to end the fighting and avoid each other’s hunting grounds.
The next two years were far more peaceful. Well, as peaceful as the Island can ever really be. But when Conell was turning 26, a cyclops went wild in his cell’s territory. Though 20 of them went to fight the creature, only 10 returned. The battle was long and during the fight, their unofficial leader was killed, torn in half by the giant creature. Conell became an Arbiter by taking over her mantle, his direction providing the courage and clarity his team needed to win the day. His ferocity in battle didn’t hurt either.
Years passed by and Conell continued to rise through the ranks pushing himself and his new pack to their limits. Fighting as a single unit, he has turned each of their unique skills to their maximum impact in combat. He spent 19 years cultivating a reputation as a stalwart guardian of the Taguel, Ironically, the only ones he was convinced did not know of his success was his family, who remained completely aloof to the outside world and whom he hadn't seen since he was kicked out.
Recently, there has been word of strange humans arriving from across the sea and the deep rooted part of him that he thought had been buried for 20 years resurfaced. Outsiders. Strangers. The black wolf could feel a bad moon rising. Whether these human came intend to conquer or communicate - for war or words - it mattered little. Conell would do what he was bred to do. Lead.
Adaptations: Emperor (Mastery), Predator (Advanced) Quicksilver (Basic)
Fame: 2
Name: Conell
Tribe: Wolf tribe
Age: 45
Human Form: Conell is a very large man, standing at 6’7”. His body is very defined and bulky, built to be a powerhouse from constant combat on the Island. His skin has a light tan, from his life spent outdoors. His hair is a rich deep black, though on a sunny day, there are some hints of an emerald color hidden among the onyx. His eyes are emerald. His primary taguel features, beyond his large size, are his hands, ears, and tail. His ears are wolf ears, resting at the top of his head and have fur as black as his hair. His tail, which is also black, is about 2.5 feet long, and helps him balance during combat. His hands, meanwhile, always maintain a set of sharp claws protruding from his fingertips. His clothing is simple, a navy blue tunic covered by a black jacket, tan cloth pants and a pair of black boots.
War Form: When shifted into a beast, Conell’s entire body becomes covered in shaggy, black fur. He morphs into the shape of a wolf, growing even larger in size. He walks on all fours and stands at 6’4. From tail to snout he is over 13 feet long, his tail being 3 feet. His jaw is incredibly strong, designed for crushing and grabbing and his claws are razor sharp, designed for tearing and ripping his prey's underbelly.
Personality: Conell is a leader, first and foremost. His first priority in any situation is taking care of his pack. Like many taguel he fights ferociously when his emotions flare, but in general Conell takes his time in the Hunt, learning how his prey fights before rushing in. He has found that your entire pack survives better when someone is leading them rather than every man acting on pure instinct. Thus, he feels like any death in his pack is his fault.
In his youth, he was know for being very adventurous and had a deep desire to explore past his pack’s territory. He overcame his birth pack’s fear of outsiders after meeting members of different tribes, though not all of his encounters were friendly. Thus, while generally being willing to give strangers a chance, he is quick to suspicion if something doesn’t feel genuine.
He tends to be a little wild in humor, every family he’s ever had have been warriors, so he doesn’t understand the concept of “playing too rough”. Unlike his father’s pack he strives to create an at least somewhat enjoyable atmosphere in his adopted family. Laughter and play fights are common in his presence, if he has deemed you worthy of friendship.
Story: Conell was bred to lead. His father had been their pack’s alpha, as had his grandfather, and his grandfather’s grandfather. As the oldest and the strongest of his 5 siblings, he had been selected to take over their father’s mantle. Among the hills and crags in the stormy north of the Island, Conell’s pack made their home. His pack was made up of more than 40 wolf tribe taguel, but have loose working relationships with both the dog and fox packs that live in nearby territories. It wasn’t a very comfortable place to grow up, and his family didn’t make it anymore so. Constantly training and trying to survive on monster Island left little time for a childhood. Conell’s pack did everything together and were very close — but outsiders were greatly distrusted, even - to a lesser extent - outside members of the dog tribes. They were deeply spiritual and viewed respecting the Earthmother as their pack’s first priority. Thus they made sure to be extremely efficient with their kills, using as much of their prey as possible to ensure nothing went to waste.
When he was young, Conell was known as the troublemaker of their pack, much to his father’s chagrin. He often enjoyed exploring the area outside of their territory alone to watch the members of the different tribes that lived nearby. At 15, he went exploring south of his crags and built up the courage to introduce himself to a tigress, Lea of a similar age. It was the first time he’d talked to someone of a different tribe. While a little unsure of how to be social with someone outside his pack, the two got to know each other over the course of a few months and she eventually introduced him to her small family. They grew extremely close over time and her family became a second pack to Conell.
Meanwhile, his father had decided that he was ready to start leading hunts on his own. As expected he took to leadership like a duck to water. Clever and inventive, Conell earned a reputation among his pack as a brilliant hunter - most of his tactics adapted from styles he'd seen other tribes use to hunt, primarily using stealth techniques he’d learned from Lea. His father couldn’t have been prouder. But his desire to explore kept eating away at him and eventually he went a step too far.
At 18, while sneaking off to meet with Lea, Conell was attacked by a pair of scouting crows looking to expand their territory. That day he truly learned the strength of a wolf is in its pack. He fought ferociously, but the scouts were too quick for him to land a kill. Had Lea not come looking for him, he would have died. The Tigress tackled one of his attackers out of the sky, distracting the other Crow enough for Conell to get his jaw around their throat, killing them swiftly. Lea’s prey managed to escape and returned to their flock.
He and Lea agreed to bring the body of the crow back to her home. Conell was conflicted with his actions, not knowing how to respect the life that he’d taken in the way of his tribe. The cats managed to convince him that they would take care of the corpse and sent him home to his pack, but when he returned they were in chaos. An envoy from the crow tribe had arrived demanding retribution for their dead, claiming it had been a murder. They wanted Conell’s head. His father refused, prompting a bloody feud. Conell fought with ferocity in the skirmishes that followed, killing numerous Crows and leading half of his pack into battle, his father the other. While the birds had the upper hand in single combat, they could not stand against the united wolf pack. Conell’s strategies were extremely effective, often luring the crows into a devastating trap where a dozen of his pack would be waiting in the shadows to pounce on their unsuspecting prey. For an entire year, the tribes sought each other out at every turn always seeking to draw blood.
Eventually the feud grew large enough to draw the attention of the Thousand Scales and a pair of Arbiters were sent to rectify the dispute. Conell’s father, not wanting to have any more trouble with the outside world agreed to end the fighting as long as the Crows remained out of their territory. The Crows agreed to end the war they had all but lost, but before the night was through Conell had received a message telling him Lea and her family had been taken in his place and were to be executed if he did not hand himself over. Despite having kept his relationship with the tigress a secret for 4 years, Conell went to his father and begged him to help save Lea’s life. The old wolf looked down at his son, a boy he had raised to become the perfect alpha and felt nothing but disgust. He told the black wolf that his disloyalty was a disgrace to their family and he was no longer apart of their pack .
His world shattered, Conell did the only thing he could think of and tracked down the Arbiters that had tried to settle the dispute. Explaining his story to them, they agreed to help work out the situation. When they arrived, however, the Crows refused to back down. Conell realized that the only way that he could save Lea and her family was to put everything on the line. He challenged the Crow that had escaped on that fateful day to single combat. The flock agreed, knowing the advantage their kind had in duels. The battle was brutal, but Conell had learned much during their feud. He was stronger. Faster. And most importantly, he knew how Crows fought. Though covered in wounds, the black wolf was victorious on that day - in more ways than one. The Arbiters, impressed by his courage and skill in battle, invited him into their ranks as an Initiate and after Lea’s enthusiastic encouragement, he agreed.
Over the next 2 decades, Conell threw his life into his new pack. Becoming a member of the Thousand Scales afforded him the chance to explore the world in a way that he had previously only ever dreamed of. His time with Lea and her family had taught him how to socialize with outside groups, which certainly helped given the diversity of his new associates.
His first mission as an Initiate, at 19 was to investigate claims of a rabid Bael. The claims were wrong, but only in that there were 2 rabid Baels, not just the one. He, along with the rest of the team, managed to take down the colossal creature — though Conell was nearly killed, after being pierced by one of the spider’s enormous legs.
At 24 the black wolf was sent to try to end a budding war reminiscent of the one he started all those years before. When the two chiefs refused to listen to reason, Conell chose to handle their fight more aggressively, insisting that he and both of the chiefs fought, the winner of the skirmish deciding the terms of the peace. When the battle started, Conell let the two raging taguel attack each other with all of their might, conserving his energy. As the pair grew weak, he finished them both. Their pride
The next two years were far more peaceful. Well, as peaceful as the Island can ever really be. But when Conell was turning 26, a cyclops went wild in his cell’s territory. Though 20 of them went to fight the creature, only 10 returned. The battle was long and during the fight, their unofficial leader was killed, torn in half by the giant creature. Conell became an Arbiter by taking over her mantle, his direction providing the courage and clarity his team needed to win the day. His ferocity in battle didn’t hurt either.
Years passed by and Conell continued to rise through the ranks pushing himself and his new pack to their limits. Fighting as a single unit, he has turned each of their unique skills to their maximum impact in combat. He spent 19 years cultivating a reputation as a stalwart guardian of the Taguel, Ironically, the only ones he was convinced did not know of his success was his family, who remained completely aloof to the outside world and whom he hadn't seen since he was kicked out.
Recently, there has been word of strange humans arriving from across the sea and the deep rooted part of him that he thought had been buried for 20 years resurfaced. Outsiders. Strangers. The black wolf could feel a bad moon rising. Whether these human came intend to conquer or communicate - for war or words - it mattered little. Conell would do what he was bred to do. Lead.
Adaptations: Emperor (Mastery), Predator (Advanced) Quicksilver (Basic)
Fame: 2
