OOC Name: Nicoga
Character Name: Takurn Rocktree
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Spirit Animal: None
Appearance: Takurn is not a very large wolf. While the powerful Rocktree blood courses through him, he was not gifted with his father’s huge build or wings. Takurn, instead, is of average height for a Timber wolf, about 28 inches at the shoulder. His body is toned and strong due to numerous lifetime fights and his roaming, braving Nature’s wrath and various woodland battles. This has also earned him quite a few scars, but they are all hidden under his coat save for two just behind his left eye. His paws are slender and small, probably because of his mother’s dainty figure, with slightly large velvet ears and a thin tail. While his claws are sharp and roughened, his teeth are sharper than average: his most noticeable mutation. His canine teeth are twice as long and slightly curved in, with the surrounding teeth slightly longer and sharper than usual. Because of this, his lower lip is slightly split where his teeth poke out.
As expected of a fighter born and bred, Takurn has enough muscle mass on him to come across as powerfully-built, but not so much to overwhelm his structure. His strongest muscles are laced across his forelegs, chest, and neck, while his stomach is leaner than should be for good protection, and his thighs are only moderately worked. While he isn't the fastest wolf, or the most powerful, Takurn does excel in a horribly strong jaw-grip, fluid agility, and flexibility. All this combined gives him only a moderately toned look, considering his rough pelt tends to accentuate his back and flanks.
His entire body is laden with silky black fur, or it would be if he would clean out the dirt and muck from it. His mane fur is especially scruffy, feather-tipped along the spinal column. His tail isn't very impressive, being thin and sinewy, while the areas around the back of his ears and his sides tend to be more prickly than pushed down. His eyes are dark sunstorm red. Along his back, ears, ankles, and chest are glazes of scarlet. While not always noticeable, they appear in a shimmering tint when he turns just right in the right light.
Personality: Despite his less-than-satisfying past, Takurn has also adopted his father’s ruthless edge and strategic mind. Wars, battles, and even one-to-one conversations are all a game of chess to him. For every action, he analyzes and sorts through his options before responding. And he doesn’t just sit there and actually think about. All of his analyzing is done in the split of a second, sorted and selected as fast as his mind tells his heart to pump. This ability has released the usual collar of perception so many others are restricted by, but it also has caged him in. He suspects every person he meets, and almost actively keeps himself out of personal relationships.
Takurn speaks bluntly and directly. No flowery words, no fluffy medieval descriptions, no poetry or song. If he has something to say to you, he'll look you right in the eye and say it. In fact, he only speaks when he has to. If he doesn't have anything worthwhile to contribute to the conversation, then he'll simply keep his muzzle closed. After all, rambling can let slip vital information, and he doesn't want anyone to gain an advantage over him. However, he's always quick to pick up the reactions and words of others, analyzing them to configure the best reason for them. He can "read people like a book" simply by watching them for a few days.
While Takurn has an almost endless amount of patience, there are only a few things that can really bug him. One being stupidity. He sees it like a plague on the wolf species, infecting almost everyone he meets. However, because of this horrid "virus", he has to deal with it often, and tries to just take it in stride. After all, the ignorant don't know any better, right? Another thing Takurn can't stand is, comically, puppies. He would rather throw himself off a cliff than be a puppysitter. Their antics and boundless amounts of energy and annoying speech and.... everything, just chips away at his personality until he's even more grumpy than usual. Just as well to add in his own puphood, which involved practice in toughening the mind and body without so much the playing and coddling, he'd probably turn a pack's younger populace into a boot camp. Usually best for both him and the pack to avoid giving him that job.
Trust is an important thing for Takurn. He trusts no one unless they have earned it. “If you want acknowledgement, bite me. Don’t bark at me.” A.k.a. He doesn’t believe big talk, only actions. In fact, this is what has earned him a bad name among many packs. Ranks are just nametags to him. Alphas are just gloating morons unless they can prove to him that they can lead a pack properly. This is why he has frequently usurped Alpha-ship and other high ranks because he believes the wolves holding them have no idea what they’re doing. He also tends to test the Alpha to make sure they are right for the job, ranging from a question to a blatant challenge. If the Alpha has passed, he continues prodding them, but only to keep them sharp. A dull claw never cut anything…
In his idle time [Tak has idle time?], Takurn will go off by himself and just… think. During this only social time, Takurn is still cold-hearted and dark, barely taking amusement in anything. Nothing ever seems to get through to him. Friends are rare, enemies are many, and he never seems to let his guard down. Relaxation is not in his dictionary, and pray for the wolf that attempts to befriend him. He only sees the wolves around him as either allies or opponents, and never anything more. He's even had to break a few female hearts over the years, leaving them with only the disturbingly emotionless memory of the black wolf turning his back on them in their fits of romantic delirium.
Takurn's strengths lie in his exceptional analytical skills, strategic battle prowess, and his logical mind set when approaching anyone, anything, and any problem. He's an above average fighter, a wonderful advisor, and a valuable ally. However, he also has his weaknesses: first, most obviously, is his emotionless ability to cut strong ties in the blink of an eye, earning him quite a load of haters and enemies. Because he treats others like simple tools, he himself is viewed as a terrible person. This constricts who he can ally himself with, cutting off further ties to potential protection, food, and the needed companionship. His overall strength is not impressive. While he can hold onto a wolf like a crocodile with his jaws, he can be flung around like a rag doll because of his light frame. His lower torso is thinly-haired and less muscled, making attacks toward his belly more effective than attacking his chest or shoulders.
History: Takurn was born in the Shian Mountains to Alpha Rocktree and his second mate, Selene. He was the second of the litter and the runt. Though he was the closest in character and appearance to his father, his brother was taken under the Alpha’s wing and treated like a true prince. Takurn, however, was left in the dark. He didn’t understand why his father loved Raynis more than he did him, and would often cry to his mother about the matter. Selene loved him as much as she did Raynis, and could only offer her chest to cry into for her son. Unfortunately for Takurn, she died when he was 8 months old due to a paralyzing disease.
When the day came for Takurn to meet his spirit guide, a male redbird, Takurn and the bird walked off from the pack to talk. As the beliefs of his pack relied intermixed with trusting in nature and manipulating it to their own whims, Takurn was expected to bond with the redbird and become stronger through its wisdom. However, the more the redbird spoke of guiding and advising and helping him, the angrier Takurn grew. He was always treated below his brother, and didn’t want to be helped in earning a higher place in his pack. He didn’t trust whatever deities his pack worshipped to help him through anything, especially through some dumb bird. As the redbird insisted on helping Takurn through his current problems, the young adolescent grew angrier and angrier until he snapped. Out of sheer rage from the thought of being pitied and assisted through strength he did not have, the wrathful wolf killed his spirit guide. Needless to say, the powerful pack was shocked to see him come back with no spirit guide and blood smeared along his muzzle. No one said anything, but it would not go unpunished.
Just after their first birthday, Raynis overheard his father speaking to the pack Seer and learned that Takurn’s behavior, murder of his spirit guide, and something else unspoken of called for his own death. After all, in a pack of Spartan-like wolves, disobedience and weakness had no place there. Scared and confused, he ran to the angry black wolf and told him what their father planned for him. Takurn was shocked. He knew his father hated him, but to actually plan to kill him seemed too ethereal to be true.
The next day, Takurn confronted his father and demanded a reason for trying to murder him. His father became furious, and lashed out at the younger wolf. Father against son, the two battled for only three minutes before Rocktree delivered the slash that created Takurn’s two facial scars. Knowing his father was far more powerful than he, Takurn slipped away from the black beast and ran for his life. He still didn’t know why his father and the Seer wanted to kill him. As he ran from the pack that had neglected him so much in his youth, the monster promised himself to kill Rocktree if he ever met again, and to destroy Raynis before Raynis could destroy him.
Ever since, the young Rocktree wolf has traveled over many landscapes, met with many wolves, and has won many battles. Over such a small amount of time, he has become almost the spitting image of his father without the beast’s bat wings, ruthless and intelligent. He has sneered at the quality of wolves these days, and has joined many packs with the sole purpose of showing the Alphas just what a true leader should do. In fact, he has usurped many of them to “teach them a lesson” in how to be a true leader, only to hand the rank back to them and be on his way to the next land.