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Post by Earth Hearted on Jul 11, 2016 11:51:47 GMT -6
Bravespark
Basics/Appearance
Name: Bravespark
Age: Ageless (500 at death)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Affiliation: SparkPack (formerly Southern Snow)
Powers: Bravespark is an air wolf that can control much of the atmosphere.
MAJOR POWERS
-Aerokinesis (can create tornadoes, etc.)*
-Sound manipulation (can increase/decrease air wave vibration)
MINOR POWERS
-Flying at lightspeed
-Natural ability to survive at any pressure (and at any oxygen level)
-Manipulate pressures**
*Can be fatal if too much energy is used to create powerful winds and such
**Can be fatal to Packmates
Played by: Earth Hearted
Appearance: Bravespark is an extremely handsome wolf with a white base coat and angel-like wings with feathers the color of blue fire. Has a mane running down his back of the same shade, with eyes that match. His body is also adorned with yellow runes. He has a pure-white tail.
Age: Ageless (500 at death)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Affiliation: SparkPack (formerly Southern Snow)
Powers: Bravespark is an air wolf that can control much of the atmosphere.
MAJOR POWERS
-Aerokinesis (can create tornadoes, etc.)*
-Sound manipulation (can increase/decrease air wave vibration)
MINOR POWERS
-Flying at lightspeed
-Natural ability to survive at any pressure (and at any oxygen level)
-Manipulate pressures**
*Can be fatal if too much energy is used to create powerful winds and such
**Can be fatal to Packmates
Played by: Earth Hearted
Appearance: Bravespark is an extremely handsome wolf with a white base coat and angel-like wings with feathers the color of blue fire. Has a mane running down his back of the same shade, with eyes that match. His body is also adorned with yellow runes. He has a pure-white tail.
Personality
Bravespark, first off, is an excellent soldier and member of the Pack. He works hard to support it and is very dedicated to serving it. He is a loyal and noble wolf who will gladly give his life for others. A talented fighter, Bravespark proves to be one of the best.
Outside of work, he is also quite charming. He has a smooth way for words to get the ladies, and walks with grace. Bravespark can also some pretty good jokes.
However, on the other side, Bravespark has a bad tendency to become too reckless. Yes, having fun is nice, but not when someone is put at risk of getting hurt. He can be overconfident in his abilities to the point of being arrogant, and often this challenges his relationships with others. Bravespark is also a fan of fighting, and can get hot-headed quickly.
Positives: Noble, loyal, dedicated, hardworking
Negatives: Arrogant, reckless, hot-headed
Neutrals: Graceful, charming, humorous
History
Father: Birchclaw (SparkPack)
Mother: Pale Lavender (Soul eliminated)
Siblings: Parthaeus (half-brother), Lucifer (half-brother), Morrigan (half-brother)
Mate(s): Brightfish (SparkPack, formerly of Southern Snow), Singing Laurel (SparkPack, formerly of Northern Islands)
Puppies: Thunderspark (Purgatory, formerly of Southern Snow), Restless Sandstorm (Northern Islands)
From the moment he was born, Bravepup shined. He inherited his father's powers and, together, they trained to be the very best of their Pack. Bravecub passed his assessment with flying colors, and was named Flying Bravestar after his excellent mastery of his powers.
Bravestar quickly rose to the rank of co-alpha before he knew it; he became one of the youngest wolves in history to have such a high degree. However, trouble struck.
Bravestar had been out patrolling the territory when he spotted a reindeer poking around. Quickly, he gave chase, but the reindeer streaked forward and leaped onto the other side of the border, onto Northern Island territory. However, at the last minute, Bravestar leaped forward and managed to grab the animal by its stubby tail, dragging it to the ground, pulling it back to his side.
A female Northern Islander spotted Bravestar. Growling, she approached him.
"That reindeer came to our side, Flying Bravestar," she said, "and so it belongs to us."
"Bite my tail," Flying Bravestar spat back, "it lived here first!"
They quarreled, until Bravestar saw how thin she was. And how beautiful she was. He began to falter in his argument.
"What are you looking at?" the female demanded after a while.
"Why are you so thin?" he blurted out.
She leered, showing her teeth. "Wolves said you were supposed to be charming. If you must know, my Pack is going through a famine."
All of a sudden, he felt bad. "Oh. Um. I'm sorry to hear that," he stammered. He felt stupid and gluttonous for fighting over the deer. Without hesitating, he grabbed it and tossed it over. "Here. We... we, er, have plenty more."
She continued to glare at him, but glanced down at the deer briefly. Without a word, she took the prey and began to drag it away.
"Hey!" he called out to her, before he could stop himself.
She turned. "What?" she asked gruffly, her voice muffled by the reindeer's fur.
"What--what's your name?"
She paused. "Singing Laurel," she said at last, so softly that he had to lean forward, his nose over the border, to hear her.
"Hey um," he continued, glancing around to see if anyone was around, "if you uh... ever need more food, you know, for your Pack, just... just meet me here, all right? I come here often."
He held his breath. She tilted her head. Then, he blinked, and she had disappeared.
He left food for her by the border everyday, and when he went to check a while later, they would all be gone. Sometimes, however, he would have to make two trips, because some blundering Packmate of his would discover the prey and bring it in, frowning in confusion.
"Someone left this by the Northern Islands border. I dunno who caught it, but hey, it's food, hehe."
Bravestar rolled his eyes.
One day, though, he came to the border with a snowshoe hare, and was about to place it on the ground when she appeared in person.
"Singing Laurel," he stammered, scuttling back as if he'd accidentally trespassed.
"Hi," she said, equally nervous. "I came to say thanks. And that you don't need to give food anymore. We're over our famine now."
"Oh," he replied, relieved and sad at the same time. He'd been excited to bring her prey, hoping each time to see her face. But at the same time he also had to work to dodge his Packmates' suspicions, which were growing by the minute. "Well, er, take this as a... parting gift, I guess."
"Let's share it," she suddenly suggested. Struck for a minute, Bravestar stared at her. Then, quietly, he laid the hare down right on the border, and he settled on his side, and she hers, and they ate the prey side-by-side, their sides brushing.
Very soon, the two became mates and fell in love with each other. It was one of the happiest times of Flying Bravestar's life, yet it was the scariest. Soon, however, his Packmates became suspicious of their co-alpha's actions. And now that Crowspirit had risen to alpha, they expected even more out of him.
Two years passed, and Bravespark managed to fend off the suspicious questions, and continued seeing Singing Laurel. No one ever suspected that the two were more than friends. However, in due time, Crowspirit passed away, and it was Bravespark's turn to take the reins of Southern Snow.
This left Bravespark with a big dilemma: what should he do about his relationship with Singing Laurel? She was recently pregnant with his pup, but had spun quite a convincing lie that she'd met some Thorian Transport wolf who'd forced himself onto her.
But he was leader now, and he had to put other things aside to take care of his Pack. Heartbroken, he broke up with Singing Laurel, leaving the to-be born pup in her care.
Many wolves in his Pack were still questioning the reason he was "single." Bravespark was a handsome young wolf who was, at the same time, the alpha. Females swooned as he passed, yet he never gave any of them a second glance. In fact, he seemed rather saddened, even angry. His parents and Packmates didn't understand; becoming alpha was his lifelong dream and goal; everyone had known that from the very start when he'd become a pupil. What had gotten in the way?
Then, one piece of gossip, which was meant to be a harmless, passing, joking remark someone from his Pack had made to some other wolf in another Pack, started to spread. And soon, with enough "evidence," wolves started to believe it: Bravespark, alpha of Southern Snow, was gay. Sure, there were other gay wolves, but it was hard to believe that Bravespark would ever be one of them.
Outraged, Bravespark desperately tried to prove that he wasn't gay. Male wolves were trying to court him and it made him uncomfortable. So, impulsively, he stepped towards Brightfish, a female Southern soldier he always thought had been rather pretty, and asked her to be his mate. Immediately, she said yes, and the jokes died down.
Bravespark never loved Brightfish, who was under the false impression that he did. Later, he met his Northern Islander son, Restless Sandstorm. Brightfish also bore him a son, Thunderpup, that he loved more than the pup's mother. Thunderpup would one day become Thunderspark.
Southern Snow flourished wonderfully under Bravespark. He had been the one who had lead the charge in his Pack against Chronospark and the Eastern Rockers. Bravespark lived very long, losing his first life due to a painful bout of greencough, his second during the Fall, and his third willingly, after three satisfying lives of heroism and bravery.
Mother: Pale Lavender (Soul eliminated)
Siblings: Parthaeus (half-brother), Lucifer (half-brother), Morrigan (half-brother)
Mate(s): Brightfish (SparkPack, formerly of Southern Snow), Singing Laurel (SparkPack, formerly of Northern Islands)
Puppies: Thunderspark (Purgatory, formerly of Southern Snow), Restless Sandstorm (Northern Islands)
From the moment he was born, Bravepup shined. He inherited his father's powers and, together, they trained to be the very best of their Pack. Bravecub passed his assessment with flying colors, and was named Flying Bravestar after his excellent mastery of his powers.
Bravestar quickly rose to the rank of co-alpha before he knew it; he became one of the youngest wolves in history to have such a high degree. However, trouble struck.
Bravestar had been out patrolling the territory when he spotted a reindeer poking around. Quickly, he gave chase, but the reindeer streaked forward and leaped onto the other side of the border, onto Northern Island territory. However, at the last minute, Bravestar leaped forward and managed to grab the animal by its stubby tail, dragging it to the ground, pulling it back to his side.
A female Northern Islander spotted Bravestar. Growling, she approached him.
"That reindeer came to our side, Flying Bravestar," she said, "and so it belongs to us."
"Bite my tail," Flying Bravestar spat back, "it lived here first!"
They quarreled, until Bravestar saw how thin she was. And how beautiful she was. He began to falter in his argument.
"What are you looking at?" the female demanded after a while.
"Why are you so thin?" he blurted out.
She leered, showing her teeth. "Wolves said you were supposed to be charming. If you must know, my Pack is going through a famine."
All of a sudden, he felt bad. "Oh. Um. I'm sorry to hear that," he stammered. He felt stupid and gluttonous for fighting over the deer. Without hesitating, he grabbed it and tossed it over. "Here. We... we, er, have plenty more."
She continued to glare at him, but glanced down at the deer briefly. Without a word, she took the prey and began to drag it away.
"Hey!" he called out to her, before he could stop himself.
She turned. "What?" she asked gruffly, her voice muffled by the reindeer's fur.
"What--what's your name?"
She paused. "Singing Laurel," she said at last, so softly that he had to lean forward, his nose over the border, to hear her.
"Hey um," he continued, glancing around to see if anyone was around, "if you uh... ever need more food, you know, for your Pack, just... just meet me here, all right? I come here often."
He held his breath. She tilted her head. Then, he blinked, and she had disappeared.
He left food for her by the border everyday, and when he went to check a while later, they would all be gone. Sometimes, however, he would have to make two trips, because some blundering Packmate of his would discover the prey and bring it in, frowning in confusion.
"Someone left this by the Northern Islands border. I dunno who caught it, but hey, it's food, hehe."
Bravestar rolled his eyes.
One day, though, he came to the border with a snowshoe hare, and was about to place it on the ground when she appeared in person.
"Singing Laurel," he stammered, scuttling back as if he'd accidentally trespassed.
"Hi," she said, equally nervous. "I came to say thanks. And that you don't need to give food anymore. We're over our famine now."
"Oh," he replied, relieved and sad at the same time. He'd been excited to bring her prey, hoping each time to see her face. But at the same time he also had to work to dodge his Packmates' suspicions, which were growing by the minute. "Well, er, take this as a... parting gift, I guess."
"Let's share it," she suddenly suggested. Struck for a minute, Bravestar stared at her. Then, quietly, he laid the hare down right on the border, and he settled on his side, and she hers, and they ate the prey side-by-side, their sides brushing.
Very soon, the two became mates and fell in love with each other. It was one of the happiest times of Flying Bravestar's life, yet it was the scariest. Soon, however, his Packmates became suspicious of their co-alpha's actions. And now that Crowspirit had risen to alpha, they expected even more out of him.
Two years passed, and Bravespark managed to fend off the suspicious questions, and continued seeing Singing Laurel. No one ever suspected that the two were more than friends. However, in due time, Crowspirit passed away, and it was Bravespark's turn to take the reins of Southern Snow.
This left Bravespark with a big dilemma: what should he do about his relationship with Singing Laurel? She was recently pregnant with his pup, but had spun quite a convincing lie that she'd met some Thorian Transport wolf who'd forced himself onto her.
But he was leader now, and he had to put other things aside to take care of his Pack. Heartbroken, he broke up with Singing Laurel, leaving the to-be born pup in her care.
Many wolves in his Pack were still questioning the reason he was "single." Bravespark was a handsome young wolf who was, at the same time, the alpha. Females swooned as he passed, yet he never gave any of them a second glance. In fact, he seemed rather saddened, even angry. His parents and Packmates didn't understand; becoming alpha was his lifelong dream and goal; everyone had known that from the very start when he'd become a pupil. What had gotten in the way?
Then, one piece of gossip, which was meant to be a harmless, passing, joking remark someone from his Pack had made to some other wolf in another Pack, started to spread. And soon, with enough "evidence," wolves started to believe it: Bravespark, alpha of Southern Snow, was gay. Sure, there were other gay wolves, but it was hard to believe that Bravespark would ever be one of them.
Outraged, Bravespark desperately tried to prove that he wasn't gay. Male wolves were trying to court him and it made him uncomfortable. So, impulsively, he stepped towards Brightfish, a female Southern soldier he always thought had been rather pretty, and asked her to be his mate. Immediately, she said yes, and the jokes died down.
Bravespark never loved Brightfish, who was under the false impression that he did. Later, he met his Northern Islander son, Restless Sandstorm. Brightfish also bore him a son, Thunderpup, that he loved more than the pup's mother. Thunderpup would one day become Thunderspark.
Southern Snow flourished wonderfully under Bravespark. He had been the one who had lead the charge in his Pack against Chronospark and the Eastern Rockers. Bravespark lived very long, losing his first life due to a painful bout of greencough, his second during the Fall, and his third willingly, after three satisfying lives of heroism and bravery.
Picture link:
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