Post by Deacon on Aug 2, 2008 10:41:08 GMT -5
.:Basics:.
Name: Crosshatch
Meaning: To mark or shade with two or more sets of parallel lines.
Pronunciation: Kros-hach
Origin: Karawan
Age:
human age: 21
wolf age: 3 years
Height:
wolf height: 3'3"
human height: 5'8"
Weight:
wolf weight: 83 pounds
human weight: average
Gender: Male
.:Family:.
Mother: Lamia
Father: Dracul
Siblings: Blau*brother-alive*, Dodge*brother-deceased*, Brenna*sister-deceased*
Mate: Nah... not yet anyway.
Pups: Maybe someday.
.:Appearance:.
Red stripes that run criss cross over his back. Green stripes run under his eyes; one eye is blue, the other gold.
.:Personality:.
Crosshatch is a cold-hearted killer. Through the years, he's become somewhat stoic. But his wrath, ah, it churns just below the surface, waiting for him to unleash it. He delights in the slaying of innocents, and it is then when the beast truly emerges. Cold, detached, and with murder on his mind. You would do best to avoid him, if it all possible.
If not, you could always try running. But how far do you think you would get? How far do you think he'd let you get?
.:History:.
Evil is never born. Crosshatch didn't enter this world twisted and bent. It was all thanks to the work of his doting parents.
He was the oldest of four, the son of Lamia and Dracul. They were the alphas of Karawan, a wolf pack amassed to the west. The mere mention of Karawan was enough to strike fear in the hearts of all wolves. Karawan's foundation was based on hatred and fear. Dracul was heartless old wolf, who saw nothing wrong with the killing of others. His mate, Lamia, was just as cold-hearted. Mind you, there was no love lost between them. They respected each other, or rather, they respected each other's power. They consummated their relationship, hoping to give birth to an heir worthy of Karawan. Crosshatch was chosen...
His training began right away. Dracul honed his skills as a warrior, teaching Crosshatch various forms of combat. Dracul was quick to praise, and even quicker to punish. Through is beatings, Crosshatch learned the meaning of hate. He hated his father, and his mother as well, who scoffed at the first sign of tears. Emotion was for the weak, and neither would have any of that. Dracul reveled in the pain inflicted, making Crosshatch hate him all the more. The more he learned to hate, the prouder Dracul became.
His siblings were mainly ignored. Unwanted, they would become sick little things, holding no significance whatsoever. Dracul grew tired of them, seeing them both as nothing but parasites. They were nothing to him, nothing but fodder that took up the space in his den. It was time for this infestation to go...
The one selected to do the dirty deed was none other than Crosshatch. At one time, he might have cared for these two. At one time, he knew how to feel. But that time was over. Without blinking an eye, he took the lives of his siblings. And all the while, Dracul stood off the side, a smile on his lips. He couldn't have more proud of his son.
It was first blood for Crosshatch, but he'd quickly find that he had a knack for such things. His training continued; he was taught all the arts of the Karawan warrior. Gradually, he would become Karawan's chief warrior. He would lead their raiders to one victory after another, thus furthering the expansion of Karawan. Dracul took all this in with a sick sense of pride. All seemed right in his twisted little world...
That is, until Crosshatch rebelled. In his mind, Dracul's rule was over. Out with the old, in with new. He wanted to claim that which was rightfully his. He challenged his father for the title of alpha. Bottom line, he lost. He was stripped of his title, and banished from Karawan. Undaunted, he set out on his own. He could make it without Karawan.
Now he sets out in search of new victims...
.:Voice:.
Low, and throaty. It tends to get high, almost like a serpent's rasp, when he gets angry. You don't want him to get angry. Bad things tend to happen.
.:Extras:.
... blue fur? xD Nothing really.
.:Pics:.
Credit and thanks go to my good friend, Realm. ^^
Thanks to Zet for awesome pic.
Thankies Khaz. ^^
This is from me, Kugasha (I edited your post!)
Thanks Kugasha
One done by CashewNut ^^
Mini Varg Crosshatch from Khaza, thanks ^^
Awesome waja made by Blizzy
Thankies
Thnx and credit go to Rin =3
Another pic by Rin
Another pic by Khaza ^^
Pic done by Nip the Nipper =)
Yay for psycho love. >3 Pic done by Khaza =3
Brotherly love between Crossy and his little brother, Blau. x3
Awesome pic made by Rin.
media.photobucket.com/image/anime%20guy/Katfish4life/guy.jpg?o=1
And this is how I picture him when in disguise. ^^
Name: Crosshatch
Meaning: To mark or shade with two or more sets of parallel lines.
Pronunciation: Kros-hach
Origin: Karawan
Age:
human age: 21
wolf age: 3 years
Height:
wolf height: 3'3"
human height: 5'8"
Weight:
wolf weight: 83 pounds
human weight: average
Gender: Male
.:Family:.
Mother: Lamia
Father: Dracul
Siblings: Blau*brother-alive*, Dodge*brother-deceased*, Brenna*sister-deceased*
Mate: Nah... not yet anyway.
Pups: Maybe someday.
.:Appearance:.
Red stripes that run criss cross over his back. Green stripes run under his eyes; one eye is blue, the other gold.
.:Personality:.
Crosshatch is a cold-hearted killer. Through the years, he's become somewhat stoic. But his wrath, ah, it churns just below the surface, waiting for him to unleash it. He delights in the slaying of innocents, and it is then when the beast truly emerges. Cold, detached, and with murder on his mind. You would do best to avoid him, if it all possible.
If not, you could always try running. But how far do you think you would get? How far do you think he'd let you get?
.:History:.
Evil is never born. Crosshatch didn't enter this world twisted and bent. It was all thanks to the work of his doting parents.
He was the oldest of four, the son of Lamia and Dracul. They were the alphas of Karawan, a wolf pack amassed to the west. The mere mention of Karawan was enough to strike fear in the hearts of all wolves. Karawan's foundation was based on hatred and fear. Dracul was heartless old wolf, who saw nothing wrong with the killing of others. His mate, Lamia, was just as cold-hearted. Mind you, there was no love lost between them. They respected each other, or rather, they respected each other's power. They consummated their relationship, hoping to give birth to an heir worthy of Karawan. Crosshatch was chosen...
His training began right away. Dracul honed his skills as a warrior, teaching Crosshatch various forms of combat. Dracul was quick to praise, and even quicker to punish. Through is beatings, Crosshatch learned the meaning of hate. He hated his father, and his mother as well, who scoffed at the first sign of tears. Emotion was for the weak, and neither would have any of that. Dracul reveled in the pain inflicted, making Crosshatch hate him all the more. The more he learned to hate, the prouder Dracul became.
His siblings were mainly ignored. Unwanted, they would become sick little things, holding no significance whatsoever. Dracul grew tired of them, seeing them both as nothing but parasites. They were nothing to him, nothing but fodder that took up the space in his den. It was time for this infestation to go...
The one selected to do the dirty deed was none other than Crosshatch. At one time, he might have cared for these two. At one time, he knew how to feel. But that time was over. Without blinking an eye, he took the lives of his siblings. And all the while, Dracul stood off the side, a smile on his lips. He couldn't have more proud of his son.
It was first blood for Crosshatch, but he'd quickly find that he had a knack for such things. His training continued; he was taught all the arts of the Karawan warrior. Gradually, he would become Karawan's chief warrior. He would lead their raiders to one victory after another, thus furthering the expansion of Karawan. Dracul took all this in with a sick sense of pride. All seemed right in his twisted little world...
That is, until Crosshatch rebelled. In his mind, Dracul's rule was over. Out with the old, in with new. He wanted to claim that which was rightfully his. He challenged his father for the title of alpha. Bottom line, he lost. He was stripped of his title, and banished from Karawan. Undaunted, he set out on his own. He could make it without Karawan.
Now he sets out in search of new victims...
.:Voice:.
Low, and throaty. It tends to get high, almost like a serpent's rasp, when he gets angry. You don't want him to get angry. Bad things tend to happen.
.:Extras:.
... blue fur? xD Nothing really.
.:Pics:.
Credit and thanks go to my good friend, Realm. ^^
Thanks to Zet for awesome pic.
Thankies Khaz. ^^
This is from me, Kugasha (I edited your post!)
Thanks Kugasha
One done by CashewNut ^^
Mini Varg Crosshatch from Khaza, thanks ^^
Awesome waja made by Blizzy
Thankies
Thnx and credit go to Rin =3
Another pic by Rin
Another pic by Khaza ^^
Pic done by Nip the Nipper =)
Yay for psycho love. >3 Pic done by Khaza =3
Brotherly love between Crossy and his little brother, Blau. x3
Awesome pic made by Rin.
media.photobucket.com/image/anime%20guy/Katfish4life/guy.jpg?o=1
And this is how I picture him when in disguise. ^^
Thnx go to meh friend Nip 
Just wondering since no one has replied In a bit.