Post by §Tank§ on Aug 6, 2010 18:58:20 GMT -5
Tank
"I don't have to wait any longer to become king..."[/center]
Name: Tank
Nickname(s): tank, T, Tankie(kash only)
Gender: Male
Age: 6
Species: Unknown
Eye Color: Red
Pelt Color: Black, white, Red
Physical Description: Tank is a rather large wolf, He stand over 4 feet at his shoulders and can easily over power any wolf. His pelt is black as night and his face is white as snow. It is a little odd for a wolf like Tank to be so dark and so bright at the same time. His feet are dipped in white and red, his hips and his shoulders are spotted with white dots. Around his neck is a black spiked collar, behind his ears is a Red X which came from the marking that the laboratory left on him after their studies on him.
Personality: One simple word can describe Tank's personality, that is: Psycho. This brute knows nothing about the word: Normal. Tank is a lean, mean, killing machine. If something crosses his path, there are no second thoughts. Tank lives in his own little world, what he sees is far different than what it really is. In other words: Reality. Almost as if he lives in a nightmare. This wolf feels no pain, shows no fear, and doesn't hesitate to attack. When depressed, angry, nervous, any of those negative emotions... Tank will harm himself to frighten others. Little known is why he gets a kick outta harming himself. Tank gets pleasure from self-inflicting pain. If blood was a drug Tank would be addicted. Doesn't matter if its another's blood, or his own... He can't live a day without the bloody sensation in his mouth. Tank stalks around the land with bloody legs and a bloody maw, and is always on the lookout for a fight.
History: There once was an Alpha, the king of the pack. It was him who chose his queen. The king's brother had a pack not to far away from their land. It was then, when the queen was pregnant... That it was time for the two packs to join as one large pack. This litter of pup's would be the king and queen's first litter, and the new start of their pack. Legend was held that every seventh generation of pups would be a great one, and if only one pup was born... It would be the former king or queen.
The entire pack chanted the night the queen went into labor. The entire night, they chanted, "Tank! Tank!" By this time, all hope was on the resurrection of the new king or queen. When the pup was finally born, their legend had been fulfilled. A small male pup was born, therefore, he was the prince of the pack, and the formal king.
Six months later, the prince had grown nearly half his father's size. The king and the prince did everything together. The pack had their suspicions when the young prince acted differently from the rest of the pack. One day, the king and the prince went out for a hunt. The king led him into the forest, this was going to be the princes first hunt. A herd of deer caught the sight of the two wolves. The king told him everything he needed to know about hunting. But the young prince only smirked, an evil aura forming around his body. The king left off first, and the prince followed.
A large white-tailed buck darted off, the prince knew he could out run his old father, and so he did, flying past the king. The prince leaped onto the deer, biting down in his neck, just to hold on. The prince chuckled, shouting for the king to save him. The prince waited, the evil glare attached to his face as the king approached to save his beloved son. The buck reared up, kicking its hard hooves right into the king's skull. The king fell, laying on the cold dirt motionless. The prince continued to chuckle, jumping off the deer and padding to his injured father. "I don't have to wait any longer to become king..." The prince killed his father.
Not long after the incident, the pack approached the prince, asking about the king. The prince said the prey kicked his father, automatically killing him. The pack was distressed, but knew what had to be done. With the king perished, the prince would have to take his place.
As the new king now at the age of two, the entire pack had to obey him. They were not aloud to do anything without the king's orders. The new king only watched as his pack suffered. He wouldn't allow them to eat or drink. The queen pleaded her son for food, but the desperate cry only brought her death. The new king killed his father, and his mother, and was now watching and waiting for the rest of his pack to diminish. Any of his pack mates who tried to stop him were on deaths row. It wasn't too long until the entire pack perished. The only one standing was the king, who was now called... Tank.
Years passed and Tank still held the title of King, even though there was no one to rule over. He didn't care. He loved the power and loved the authority. He soon went off and went to find something to play with but he was surprised by a loud bang and as soon as he turned around something had hit him right in the back of his skull. the massive brute fell to the ground. His eyes rolling into the back of his head the last thing he seen was blood flowing over his face. He didn't wake for many months and in those months something had happened to the male.
He awoke to bright white lights and tall figures standing above him with sharp objects. as soon as they noticed he was coming to they quickly injected him with a sedative. He went back into a heavy sleep and awoke in a pin were there were tall fences, buildings, and many other things. the male stood ad was unstable and walked a little bit tryin to get his footing. He soon gained it and was walking around the large pin. He snarled and lunged at the walls and would rip his jaws open and would just laugh at the pain and continue to do so till the humans cam in with a cattle prod and shocked him. He snarled and would go back into the darkness till dark and would continue to rip open his jaws just to taste the blood.
He came across a small puddle and seen his looks. what did they do to him! He was a monster! He had a white face and a black body, blood fell from his mouth as he stood there looking at himself. He snarled and then slashed the water and padded away. He slammed his head into a rock and snarled some as the marking on his back which was an X opened up and began to bleed all over the ground. He laughed and let out a demonic and horrifying howl. Many moons went by as the terror roamed the earth. He was the beast that lurked in the darkness he was the thing that elders would tell young pups to stay out of the woods. He would just linger in the forest, waiting. Though there was one day that the male stumbled upon a white female.
She was different from the others, she seemed as if she was not afraid of him. He walked closer to her watching her with interest. She carried this green thing, he flicked his ears and then snorted some. He watched the female for many moons, though when he turned his back and looked away he was shot in the arm by something he quickly ripped the dart from his side and threw it to the ground and looked at it. It was a tranquilizer, He looked around and seen white coats. oh no, they found me he thought as he fell to the ground. He woke many hours after that in a cage, he looked around and tried to stand but was unable to. He shook his head and looked around that white female, she was in the cage with him, as well as were others. He rose his head from the ground and watched as another was thrown in. He rose to his feet and sighed. He paced the cage for many months until one fatal mistake of a care taker.
This was his change, Tank bolted for the door, ripping the care takers legs as he raced by. The other seemed to follow him, though they all disappeared when they hit the forest but the white female that he had come to know as Kashmore. He soon became very close to the female and she seemed to understand him more so then he himself, which in a way scared Tank. They stayed together for many years, though threw out their time being with each other they would separate and go off but in the end they would always seem to find each other. Tank had fallen for Kashmore and he knew that kash felt the same way, but their love was something that Tank couldn't show, he was a killer and a wolf that showed no compassion towards others. He and her made a deal, he would love on her when no one was around but when there were other he would treat her like he would anyone else. And from there on out Tank and Kash were mates forever and would still be lovers no matter what.
Mother: Nali
Father: Rapture
Brother(s): Zombe
Sister(s): Kashmore(not by blood)
Past/Current Mate(s): Kashmore
Offspring: Nahani
RP Example:
I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
It had only been just a few hours since tank had ran into his son, or well his son ran into him is how tank thought of it. He needed to get away from his son as well as that so called alphess. Who the hell did she think she was trying to make him leave and trying to get his son to be nice. He snarled and then shook his head as he walked threw the thin line of tree's. Tank wanted to find the perfect spot to lay down in and just bath in the warm sun. He yawned and then turned to make sure no one was following him. He couldn't pick up any sounds or any scents which was good, tank didn't need anyone following him. He had rubbed up on a tree to open a fresh wound. He lifted his paw and wiped the blood over the bark and then smirked as he watched the blood roll down the trunk. he headed towards a nice green gassy spot and plopped himself on the ground and rolled around for a moment.
He stretched out and then sighed in relief. He laid his head down in the grass and began to close his crimson eyes. He finally relaxed when a sound came from behind him. He stood up and turned around quickly lowered his head and barred his fangs and looked around. What was that he asked as he stood there just looking around. He narrowed his eyes at a small hole and walked over to it and looked down the tunnel. He folded back his ears and snarled some as he began to dig fiercely into the ground. He would show whatever it was in the hole not to interrupt him while sun bathing. He finally caught up with the small creature and ripped it from it's hole and shook the creature vigorously around. he slammed the animal into the ground and slashed at the body. Blood when flying everywhere as tank ripped into the animal. He snarled and then snorted some as he looked at his work.
He swatted the mangled body away and then walked threw the puddle of blood and walked back over to his spot where he had rolled. He flopped down and looked at his paws, he smirked and then ripped at the wounds that laced his legs. He watched the blood trickle from his wounds. he groaned in enjoyment as he loved the pain. He soon laid his head down on the blood and closed his crimson eyes. finally he could relax and enjoy the sun and his alone time. But how long would it last tank wondered. He knew it would be short lived but for now he could be at ease.
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal!
This animal, this animal
[/i][/size]So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
It had only been just a few hours since tank had ran into his son, or well his son ran into him is how tank thought of it. He needed to get away from his son as well as that so called alphess. Who the hell did she think she was trying to make him leave and trying to get his son to be nice. He snarled and then shook his head as he walked threw the thin line of tree's. Tank wanted to find the perfect spot to lay down in and just bath in the warm sun. He yawned and then turned to make sure no one was following him. He couldn't pick up any sounds or any scents which was good, tank didn't need anyone following him. He had rubbed up on a tree to open a fresh wound. He lifted his paw and wiped the blood over the bark and then smirked as he watched the blood roll down the trunk. he headed towards a nice green gassy spot and plopped himself on the ground and rolled around for a moment.
He stretched out and then sighed in relief. He laid his head down in the grass and began to close his crimson eyes. He finally relaxed when a sound came from behind him. He stood up and turned around quickly lowered his head and barred his fangs and looked around. What was that he asked as he stood there just looking around. He narrowed his eyes at a small hole and walked over to it and looked down the tunnel. He folded back his ears and snarled some as he began to dig fiercely into the ground. He would show whatever it was in the hole not to interrupt him while sun bathing. He finally caught up with the small creature and ripped it from it's hole and shook the creature vigorously around. he slammed the animal into the ground and slashed at the body. Blood when flying everywhere as tank ripped into the animal. He snarled and then snorted some as he looked at his work.
He swatted the mangled body away and then walked threw the puddle of blood and walked back over to his spot where he had rolled. He flopped down and looked at his paws, he smirked and then ripped at the wounds that laced his legs. He watched the blood trickle from his wounds. he groaned in enjoyment as he loved the pain. He soon laid his head down on the blood and closed his crimson eyes. finally he could relax and enjoy the sun and his alone time. But how long would it last tank wondered. He knew it would be short lived but for now he could be at ease.
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal!
This animal, this animal
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