Post by Bri on Nov 25, 2020 6:51:29 GMT
Smoke||Magnum Assassin
General Information
Alias(es): Smoke
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Orientation: Straight
Age: 3 Years
Pack: Mercurior
Rank: Magnum Assassin
Appearance
Physical Description-His name is derived from his pelt. It's a mixture of various shades of grays, silvers, and tints of brown, even his eyes are dark and don't betray much about how he's feeling. He moves like a ghost and has a slim frame. The Mercurior mark is on the under side of his chest, enough for it to be the last thing a wolf see's before he takes their lives. His claws are sharp like the blades of a knife and his fangs are hard weapons. That combined with his stealth makes him a skilled assassin.
Height/Weight
-His lithe frame of 30 inches helps him stay quick on his paws for his missions while his weight of 85 pounds is mainly muscle hiding under his thick pelt.
Scent
- His smell is a combination of light scents like almond that helps him blend into his surroundings, though he has to be careful to stay down wind from his mark or prey or else the odd notes may betray him.
Voice-Soft and smoky, he rarely raises his voice unless a nerve is touched. He likes to sound ghost like and remain like a shadow.
Physical Description-His name is derived from his pelt. It's a mixture of various shades of grays, silvers, and tints of brown, even his eyes are dark and don't betray much about how he's feeling. He moves like a ghost and has a slim frame. The Mercurior mark is on the under side of his chest, enough for it to be the last thing a wolf see's before he takes their lives. His claws are sharp like the blades of a knife and his fangs are hard weapons. That combined with his stealth makes him a skilled assassin.
Height/Weight
-His lithe frame of 30 inches helps him stay quick on his paws for his missions while his weight of 85 pounds is mainly muscle hiding under his thick pelt.
Scent
- His smell is a combination of light scents like almond that helps him blend into his surroundings, though he has to be careful to stay down wind from his mark or prey or else the odd notes may betray him.
Voice-Soft and smoky, he rarely raises his voice unless a nerve is touched. He likes to sound ghost like and remain like a shadow.
Reputation + Personality
Even though he moves like a ghost he has the personality of a poltergeist. He has a cocky attitude and wants to have fun. He has a strong personality that he uses to hide his own inner worries about his skills. His personality does scream 'fake it till you make it' but he'd never let you know it with his boisterous ways. Perhaps if he fakes the happiness it'll become real or if he continues to goof around less pressure will be on him.
History
Unlike most Mercurior, Smoke grew up in the guild. His parents joined at a young age, in fact, it's how they met. Both were assassins who paired up on a large mark one day. Working together became a habit and the rest was history. Together they raised a few pups but as they grew they branched off and joined their own packs or went on to roam the world, leaving behind only Smoke. He was the youngest and often ignored by his siblings which lead him to spend a lot of time with his parents. He watched them closely and during his play, would mimic their movements on unsuspecting prey. He was training himself for the future, a fact he was oblivious to until his Dad took notice and started to train him one by one.
Blaise was a strict father and an even stricter teacher. He had high expectations for his son, who met each one, though each success lead to harder trials. Smoke enjoyed the challenge though when he came of age and got his first assignment, he was scared. What if he failed? He wouldn't be able to look his parents in the eye if he did. He set off on his own to take down a rogue who was slaughtering prey for fun, wasting the meat and decimating the food population for other wolves. He was a large brute who foamed at the mouth. Smoke watched him for days, sure his pounding heart would betray him, but the rogue was none the wiser. In the middle of one of his hunts, Smoke struck. The battle was fierce and Smoke quickly realized he was no physical match for this strong man, he had to come up with something quick before being killed. He ran from the male, throwing back taunts and further enraging him, making him blind with emotion and oblivious to where Smoke was leading him.
Having mapped the area before hand, Smoke had one chance to get this right. He ran towards a previous kill-a large buck with a horn broken into a sharp point. He got closer and closer to the body and leapt over it, the horn grazing his chest, making it bleed from a small cut. it was like a razor blade. The older male had no chance. He was impaled by the horn and fell dead. Smoke claimed his mark, he had done as he needed and after that held his head high, though no one knows that the mark had truly died during an accident, if it hadn't been for that antler there is no saying that Smoke would have survived the ordeal. Even with the lie he took his mark as fully fledged assassin and though he carries the guilt of lying about his first success and worries that the truth will be found out, he carries on as if he can take on the world and so far hasn't failed in taking a mark, though he still wonders what would have happened if he hadn't lucked out.
Relationships:
Familial:
Blaise-Father-Deceased
Nia-Mother-Deceased
Unknown Brothers x3
Unknown Sisters x4
Acquaintances:
None
Friends:
None
Enemies:
None
Tracker||Plotter
Blaise was a strict father and an even stricter teacher. He had high expectations for his son, who met each one, though each success lead to harder trials. Smoke enjoyed the challenge though when he came of age and got his first assignment, he was scared. What if he failed? He wouldn't be able to look his parents in the eye if he did. He set off on his own to take down a rogue who was slaughtering prey for fun, wasting the meat and decimating the food population for other wolves. He was a large brute who foamed at the mouth. Smoke watched him for days, sure his pounding heart would betray him, but the rogue was none the wiser. In the middle of one of his hunts, Smoke struck. The battle was fierce and Smoke quickly realized he was no physical match for this strong man, he had to come up with something quick before being killed. He ran from the male, throwing back taunts and further enraging him, making him blind with emotion and oblivious to where Smoke was leading him.
Having mapped the area before hand, Smoke had one chance to get this right. He ran towards a previous kill-a large buck with a horn broken into a sharp point. He got closer and closer to the body and leapt over it, the horn grazing his chest, making it bleed from a small cut. it was like a razor blade. The older male had no chance. He was impaled by the horn and fell dead. Smoke claimed his mark, he had done as he needed and after that held his head high, though no one knows that the mark had truly died during an accident, if it hadn't been for that antler there is no saying that Smoke would have survived the ordeal. Even with the lie he took his mark as fully fledged assassin and though he carries the guilt of lying about his first success and worries that the truth will be found out, he carries on as if he can take on the world and so far hasn't failed in taking a mark, though he still wonders what would have happened if he hadn't lucked out.
Relationships:
Familial:
Blaise-Father-Deceased
Nia-Mother-Deceased
Unknown Brothers x3
Unknown Sisters x4
Acquaintances:
None
Friends:
None
Enemies:
None
Tracker||Plotter
Staff Tag:
Bri
Bri
His Song
