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Name: Demyx
Age: 15 in human years; just over two in wolf years
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf
Pack: Red Moon
Appearance:
HUMAN:
Body build is Not very bulky at all: Demyx has a rather lean and slim shape in general. Just slightly shorter than average, with well a suited physique. Light blondish brown spiky hair. Hair has three jets sticking up anime-style in front; locks hang down in front of the ears at the sides, and in back the hair is spiked up and back. Green eyes that turn black in dim light. Two small flicks of black markings trail away on the cheeks from the eyes.
An off-white loose fitting linen shirt is worn over black breeches. The sleeves of the shirt are wide but have drawstrings, allowing the ends to be pulled tight. The collar is comfortable and is open at the top. His breeches are padded with leather at the knees, colored slightly brownish, as the padding is partially leather. Black arm sleeves with open fingers cover his forearms from almost to the elbow, but these are more than just for design.
WOLF:
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Demyx’s wolf form is overall a dark gray, bordering on black. He has a dark brown coloring at his eyes, pointing from the tips and slightly down the cheeks. Brown is also on his chin, flowing down the underbelly, dipping the paws, and at the tip of his tail in a boomerang shaped arch. Tips of the ears are also brown. A caramel color dips his bang tips and flows down his spine. When it reaches his haunches it splits, one part turning and following his back legs, wrapping up and under the knees before tapering off to a point. The other streak runs off onto the top of his tail and ends a little more than halfway down, before the end arch of brown. The orange color also appears as a bar marking across his nose bridge. His eyes are an expressive green.
Personality:
Demyx overall is a rather calm and relaxed boy, with a knack for pranks. He is an optimist, and tends to look on the brighter side of things. When angered, however, that totally changes. There are many situations that have been known to piss him off, the top reason being breaching of his personal boundaries. If crossed, Demyx will turn from a sly, joking character into a headstrong and rash whirlwind. Most often when angered he won’t think things through and will storm on, his fiery temper giving him an edge on arguments. Usually he’ll settle down soon afterwards, but has been known to hold grudges.
On a day to day basis his overall attitude will vary, but most of the time you can find him joking and playing pranks, enjoying hanging out with others who hold a respect to his name. That is sometimes hard to come by; Demyx thinks in ways not too many others do, and points out seemingly random facts in a debate when really, to him, they are perfectly relevant. He is curious by nature, both by his actions and his quick mind, able to figure things out at a quick pace. If such things are decisions, his headstrong set will come into view and he will charge ahead, thinking about the consequences later.
Demyx sees things in a different light, and sometimes this can be a bad thing, as instead of seeing the big picture, he will see a totally different picture entirely. He has been known to act odd or miffed if something goes wrong, and will not usually turn to others to seek advice about something internal.
History:
Living most of his life in the village with his family, Demyx had been a curious child. He’d be known to go about after dark and wander about the town, exploring the world from a whole different perspective. Trouble seemed to gravitate toward him, and by the age of nine, the boy was an accomplished liar and a skilled thief, known in the Thief’s Guild as a promising member once he reached the age. But he was never able to join, as during his eleventh year, he experienced the first traces of a trait that he possessed. He told no one for some time, but when the feelings and visions continued, he eventually told his mother, who immediately kept him penned up in his room.
Demyx learned what the trait was; he had the ability to morph into another form, another shape. The shape of a wolf. He would practice upstairs in his room when no one was home, though the door would be locked when they weren’t. He eventually was able to master the transformation, and had learned how to fit into the mental set of the wolf’s cunning mind.
At age twelve he was ready for most situations, had learned the ways of battle, and had still kept his easy going personality. But he was unprepared for mental combat; at some point in time, a mental void had opened itself to him, and occasionally he would find himself falling through, being lost in its dimensionless realm. There he would be shut off from the real world, and through fight as much as he’d try, Demyx was never able to get free, until the realm decided to let him go. Sometimes he’d be trapped for what seemed like days, only to find out that when he’d returned, only a moment had passed, and other times, he could feel lost there for only a minute and wake up to find he had been out cold for days. He never relayed this world to anyone, and so far, no one had asked him of it. They didn’t know. They would never know.
Others:
He sometimes falls into a ‘coma’ like void inside of him, and this only happens when he is in human form. Because of this, he is found in wolf form more and more often.
IC:
Demyx slowly opened his eyes and stared unseeingly out into the world of black. Like there was anything to see, he thought sourly to himself. Gingerly picking himself up, the boy stretched his legs and shook his head, taking in his surroundings. Nothing. Just bleak, abyssal nothingness.
Demyx looked around, but could not see any breach in this world of infinity. He looked at his feet, and realized without digesting that he was not standing on flat surface, and that he could not tell whether he was looking up or down. Was there any direction?
Demyx tried to walk forward, but stopped as he seemed to go nowhere. Infinite. He could walk forever, and not go anywhere. He could walk in any amount of time that it took, but here, time was irrelevant. Time and distance had no meaning in this empty world.
And yet somehow this didn't frighten him. The thought of being alone and scared in such a vast eternity had no way of weeding its way into his mind. As a matter of fact, nothing was able to plant itself in his mind. He walked forward a few steps, and then leaped downward, testing out this new dimension with no solid matter. He could wind his way through eternity and time and space and not ever hit a single barrier. None existed. Nothing existed, and that in itself, declared that the absence of dimension was the only thing present. Nowhere, and in no time. A void.
Demyx tried to remember what had brought him here, to try and think of what else there was, but his mind was unable to grasp any solid train of thought. It was as if thinking was just a whiff of smoke, unable to be obtained in this endless void. It just evaded him, slipping through his mental grasp. Eventually Demyx simply gave up and began to walk pointlessly around. Had it not been for the void's filter of emotion, he would have been panicked and frantic, but the boy, oblivious to the fact that he was missing anything, continued his wanderings, not able to hear the shut out voice ringing in his ears, calling to him. Warning him.
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