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Name - Eron (eeroon) Gender - Male Age - 17 cycles Region - Hasseran Pack - Still searching :( Rank - N/A Race - Aershaa Breed - FireDark - Forestrunner Type - Mizpup Class - Wild Element - Fire Physical Appearance - Height = 4ft - Wingspan = 8.2ft Jet black fur on top of a dark gray hide. Coated in bright red wisps covering the length of my back trailing off and getting darker as they travel down my legs and towards my tail until they blend into the rest of my fur. very dark red wings with very few markings. Dark black claws Small scar just under my left eye running from the bridge of my nose to the top of my cheek bone maneless. References - no Personality - Usually quite and "thick skinned" however quick to act and quicker to anger if something threatens my pack's safety and or comfort. Tries not to be but is very dismissive of strangers and mistrusting by nature. Comes off as arrogant to most people especially to those that don't know me. History Spent my childhood wandering the sereviir rainforest with my pack (mother, father brother and myself). Started learning to use my fire magic after 1/2 a cycle to little success having frequently burned the pads on my paws and inhaling the smoke. Spent a lot of time with my brother playing and learning to use my magic. After 2 cycles My father taught me to use F.I.R.E. properly and I spent my young adult life learning to properly apply my skills. After a short while I began to develop my own personal style for using my fire which involved setting the air around me the alight and using my claws and tail blade in close combat. using the claws in my arms that I inherited from my Dark mother to my advantage. Near the end of my young adult life My brother and and I began hunting properly with my father and mother after having spent several cycles learning the basics. This was when I had my first encounter with a dark bladehunter. After a long battle between the bladehunter and my pack which left the bladehunter bleeding on the forest floor, fatally wounded. My pack went back to our den my father limping unable to use his left hind leg and my mother in much the same condition as the bladehunter and a scar on my face below my eye. Several days later my mother passed away. My father tasks me and my brother with building a mound which we laid our mother upon to rest, after which he cast her body in fires and we sat there quietly listening to the fires crackle in silence. My hatred of the Bladehunters grew from there as I sought my revenge on the people who hurt my family. Sensing my anger and agitation my father spent some time trying to calm me, to no avail. My father's leg never improved so he could never hunt properly again though it was another 2 cycles before he finally admitted it, forcing my brother and I to learn to hunt properly very quickly. Over the years my father kept pestering about my anger towards the bladehunters and over time my anger sedated, though not by much. The next cycle when I was 14 cycles old Another Bladehunter arrived at our den. With my father injured it was up to me and my brother to fend him off. Alone we stood little chance. Witien minutes my brother was mangled on the floor and I was bleeding from cuts all over me. The dark Aershaa had me pinned down in his claws when my father let out a loud howl and rained down fire upon the bladehunter. I fell unconscience soon after and when next I woke The clearing which had been my home for a short time was covered in embers.I could smell burned flesh around me but the bladehunter was nowhere to be seen, only the corpse of my father. giving him and brother the same funeral as we did my mother I set out into the rainforest alone. My soul howled for me to hunt down the bladerunner But at the same time my loyalty to my father urged not to pursue the hatred in my soul as was wish and his final teachings. I wandered into the forest lost and alone. |
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