Post by Volta on Jul 1, 2008 20:46:13 GMT -5
Full name: Davolta Marse
Nickname(s): Introduces himself most commonly as Volta, but tells pups to call him ‘Volt.’
Gender: Male
Age: 2.5 years
Birthplace: While he will probably tell you otherwise, he was born to the North, in a relatively unknown territory known as Alden Falls, which his aunt and mother founded three generations ago.
Relatives: Similar to his birthplace, the names, appearances and whereabouts of his relatives (with the exception of his brother, “Tadolav”) are lost to Volta. Depending on how lucid he is when he is asked of them, he may answer with complete accuracy, create fictional siblings and parents for himself, confusing them with other wolves from his past, or turn reticent and avoid the subject entirely.
Sexuality: While Volta is a jester at heart and would hit on anything, he is heterosexual at his core.
Past relationships: While recent events have disqualified the wolf from engaging in a stable romantic union, in his past he was a caring, gentlemanly creature who attracted many suitors. He would have invariably settled down with an established scout from the Falls (her name was Laurel) had his life gone differently. He dreams of her often.
Build: Large; the long legs and huge paws of a born runner, coupled with the cold-winter coat of a mostly Arctic-bred wolf create an impressive illusion of size in Volta. He stands a head taller than most average-sized wolves, but in reality most of his “bulk” results from the length and thickness of his pelt. In the summer, his appearance is accordingly ganglier.
Appearance: Though mostly white-furred, Volta is patched here and there with splotches of inky black, making him quite a standout against any backdrop. In particular his left eye, ear-tips, paws and the right side of his muzzle, melding into his black, button nose, are darkened. The rest of his patterning varies with the season, his health and the growth of his coat. Though he looks more like a mutt-bred Border collie than anything else, his eyes (a vivid, crackling yellow hue) are purely wolfish.
Other: As if his spackled fur were not enough, Volta’s appearance is further announced by a deep scar that zigzags across the right side of his head, along the temple and up to the crown of his skull. Volta will offer multiple explanations for the disfigurement, depending on when he is asked, or profess that he has no clue as to how he received it. Regardless, it has caused him a great deal of misery.
Personality: Volta is a sweet boy, unassuming and almost desperately cheerful when placed in the company of others. He has a varying sense of humor and will tune it to match those around him, hoping to help them crack a smile. Aware of his awkward appearance and jagged scar, he puts a great deal of effort into making others feel comfortable around him, and has a deep weakness for anything young or helpless. His is a giving, loving personality, which is why it is so painful to see what his injuries have done to his state of mind.
Because of his head wound, the wolf is vulnerable to intense hallucinations, memory loss and rapid mood changes. Being around others distracts him from his growing insanity, or allows him to play it off as a quirky source of laughs, but when he is alone, Volta is far from himself. Brooding and dangerously out of touch with reality, he is more likely to hurt himself than others… but he is nevertheless a force to be reckoned with when he runs beyond the reach of common sense. Despite his best efforts to uncover what has happened to him, and relocate his beloved family, Volta’s fits are becoming more frequent. Without outside aid, he will soon lose himself completely within his own ravaged mind.
Record: Davolta Marse was born to the beta female of a small pack looking to expand, after much excitement and preparation by his relatives. Raised among aunts, uncles-in-law and three siblings, he led a tranquil and unassuming childhood, expecting, as the largest and most empathetic of his brothers and sister, to become the Gamma of Alden Falls, under his mother and aunt. It was not until less than a year ago that the turns of his life began to go badly.
Hunting alone one day, he was discovered by a team of researchers who sought large animals on which to do more invasive forms of experimentation and study. Though wolves were at the time no longer an endangered species, they did not have the funding to procure them legally, and instead went miles out of their way to capture wild specimens. Mistaking Volta for an outcast due to boh his unusual coloration and his distance from any known pack structure, they tranquilized and captured him at once. He woke in their facility, behind the glass walls of a zoo-like enclosure, surrounded by other wolves who shared his fate.
The incisions began soon after.
Volta was put under and operated on. While canine brains are far from identical to those of humans, it is believed that part of his “prefrontal cortex,” the center of reason, personality and deeper thought, was damaged, removed or replaced. Similarly, his sensory receptors and many of his memories were altered beyond repair, resulting in hallucinations and a great deal of confusion on his part. While at first the experiments produced no results (and then, astoundingly, gifted the wolf with increased sensitivity and cunning for a period of time), things eventually started going sour inside Volta’s head. When it was believed that he could be of no more use to the facility, he was taken back into the wild to be disposed of.
But, while his deeper functions were far from healthy, the wolf’s survival instinct remained intact. Driven into a frenzy of fear and desperation, he attacked his would-be executioner, whose gun went off in his hands. While Volta will tell outsides that something in his mind possessed the gun and convinced it to turn on its master, in fact his teeth met flesh and tore a human life asunder that day. He ran, bloody-muzzled, in search of shelter, and has been running ever since.
And he is running out of time.
Nickname(s): Introduces himself most commonly as Volta, but tells pups to call him ‘Volt.’
Gender: Male
Age: 2.5 years
Birthplace: While he will probably tell you otherwise, he was born to the North, in a relatively unknown territory known as Alden Falls, which his aunt and mother founded three generations ago.
Relatives: Similar to his birthplace, the names, appearances and whereabouts of his relatives (with the exception of his brother, “Tadolav”) are lost to Volta. Depending on how lucid he is when he is asked of them, he may answer with complete accuracy, create fictional siblings and parents for himself, confusing them with other wolves from his past, or turn reticent and avoid the subject entirely.
Sexuality: While Volta is a jester at heart and would hit on anything, he is heterosexual at his core.
Past relationships: While recent events have disqualified the wolf from engaging in a stable romantic union, in his past he was a caring, gentlemanly creature who attracted many suitors. He would have invariably settled down with an established scout from the Falls (her name was Laurel) had his life gone differently. He dreams of her often.
Build: Large; the long legs and huge paws of a born runner, coupled with the cold-winter coat of a mostly Arctic-bred wolf create an impressive illusion of size in Volta. He stands a head taller than most average-sized wolves, but in reality most of his “bulk” results from the length and thickness of his pelt. In the summer, his appearance is accordingly ganglier.
Appearance: Though mostly white-furred, Volta is patched here and there with splotches of inky black, making him quite a standout against any backdrop. In particular his left eye, ear-tips, paws and the right side of his muzzle, melding into his black, button nose, are darkened. The rest of his patterning varies with the season, his health and the growth of his coat. Though he looks more like a mutt-bred Border collie than anything else, his eyes (a vivid, crackling yellow hue) are purely wolfish.
Other: As if his spackled fur were not enough, Volta’s appearance is further announced by a deep scar that zigzags across the right side of his head, along the temple and up to the crown of his skull. Volta will offer multiple explanations for the disfigurement, depending on when he is asked, or profess that he has no clue as to how he received it. Regardless, it has caused him a great deal of misery.
Personality: Volta is a sweet boy, unassuming and almost desperately cheerful when placed in the company of others. He has a varying sense of humor and will tune it to match those around him, hoping to help them crack a smile. Aware of his awkward appearance and jagged scar, he puts a great deal of effort into making others feel comfortable around him, and has a deep weakness for anything young or helpless. His is a giving, loving personality, which is why it is so painful to see what his injuries have done to his state of mind.
Because of his head wound, the wolf is vulnerable to intense hallucinations, memory loss and rapid mood changes. Being around others distracts him from his growing insanity, or allows him to play it off as a quirky source of laughs, but when he is alone, Volta is far from himself. Brooding and dangerously out of touch with reality, he is more likely to hurt himself than others… but he is nevertheless a force to be reckoned with when he runs beyond the reach of common sense. Despite his best efforts to uncover what has happened to him, and relocate his beloved family, Volta’s fits are becoming more frequent. Without outside aid, he will soon lose himself completely within his own ravaged mind.
Record: Davolta Marse was born to the beta female of a small pack looking to expand, after much excitement and preparation by his relatives. Raised among aunts, uncles-in-law and three siblings, he led a tranquil and unassuming childhood, expecting, as the largest and most empathetic of his brothers and sister, to become the Gamma of Alden Falls, under his mother and aunt. It was not until less than a year ago that the turns of his life began to go badly.
Hunting alone one day, he was discovered by a team of researchers who sought large animals on which to do more invasive forms of experimentation and study. Though wolves were at the time no longer an endangered species, they did not have the funding to procure them legally, and instead went miles out of their way to capture wild specimens. Mistaking Volta for an outcast due to boh his unusual coloration and his distance from any known pack structure, they tranquilized and captured him at once. He woke in their facility, behind the glass walls of a zoo-like enclosure, surrounded by other wolves who shared his fate.
The incisions began soon after.
Volta was put under and operated on. While canine brains are far from identical to those of humans, it is believed that part of his “prefrontal cortex,” the center of reason, personality and deeper thought, was damaged, removed or replaced. Similarly, his sensory receptors and many of his memories were altered beyond repair, resulting in hallucinations and a great deal of confusion on his part. While at first the experiments produced no results (and then, astoundingly, gifted the wolf with increased sensitivity and cunning for a period of time), things eventually started going sour inside Volta’s head. When it was believed that he could be of no more use to the facility, he was taken back into the wild to be disposed of.
But, while his deeper functions were far from healthy, the wolf’s survival instinct remained intact. Driven into a frenzy of fear and desperation, he attacked his would-be executioner, whose gun went off in his hands. While Volta will tell outsides that something in his mind possessed the gun and convinced it to turn on its master, in fact his teeth met flesh and tore a human life asunder that day. He ran, bloody-muzzled, in search of shelter, and has been running ever since.
And he is running out of time.