Post by Naijinaxx on Aug 13, 2010 2:42:42 GMT -5
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"...I'll die in a pit of rotting flesh and a lake of fire before I surender to you... want me to die? -Want me to bleed? -I'll die, I'll bleed, but it won't be te way you want me too..."[/font]
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Age: 29
Contact info:
- AIM tinuke1984
- MSN - seriksen1984@hotmail.com (Most Active)
- YIM nahani2004@yahoo.cm
- EMAIL seriksen1984@hotmail.com
Gender: Male
Experience: 10+ Years
Other characters: None
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-- On the field of battle, one has neither any friends, or any allies... he has but only himself
[/font]Name: Naxx
Nickname: 'Naxx'
Goes By: Naiji, or, Naxx
Age: 5 Years (Adult)
DOB: June 18
Gender : Male
Species: Wolverine
Genis Class Gulo Mustelidae
Sexual orientation: [optional] Straight
Height: 29" - Shoulders; 31" -Head; 67" -Nose-to-tail
Weight: 54lbs
Physical Description:
Naxx is a massive beast, weighing at about 54 pounds, with solid muscle behind layers of brown and baige -black tipped fur, muscular, well maintained, well nuitritoned, equiped with the tools of the trade to ensure his own suvival, and perhaps others, he's well adapted for the wilderness. Wolverines are known for their savage temper, and their brute strength, this of course, is not absent in Naxx, he's the prime example of fury and reason, the icon of the wild and a true soldier, bearing the marks of battle, and the scars of survival, he's a ferocous beast, and will submit to no one. A strong believer in self-pide, a warrior in every sense of the word, a beast with a heart of iron and gold, one who will fight for himself, and perhaps others, he makes his way into the new world to make a new discovery.[/size]
-- "To tread my path, and see what I have learned...
[/font]likes:
- - Eating
- - Hunting
- - Fighting
- - Trees
- Those who judge that of which they don't know
- Cowards
- Those who kill needlessly
- Stupidity
- dogs/canines
- Bears
- Strength in General
- The length of his 'talons' allow him to climb trees for safety
- Speed - wolverines are very skilled in the art of evasion and aglity
- Jaw power - with enough jaw power to crunch through steel plating, wolverines are furious predators
- His temper - wolverines are known to have a furious temper that can actually lead them to starting fights with grizzly bears
- Lacking Kindness - Wolverines live by the code, kill or be killed, therefore it is hard for them to make friendships of any kind.
- His scent - Wolverines have a very potent odor about them that distinguishes them from other animals, his scent is very borsque and musk, yet contains a salty-acid odor at the same; which can thwart off pedators by burning the sensitive nerves in the eyes, nostrals, and back of the throat; -and allow him to survive, yet at the same time, it can ruin a first encounter with a potential friend.
- Aggression - Can be both a strength and a weakness, the wolverine is known to have a tenacious and furious temper, and will even attack friends.
- Death - it's in the instinct of the animal to fear death.
- Wolves/Canines - Canines -though not a real fear aspect of him, they actually just cause him to remember the death of his mate and child, however, he often has nightmares about them.
- His drive for revenge means more to him than anything else, more important than making another family.
- As morose as he is, Naxx has a very secretive fear of being alone. He is often found overwatching the warriors to either ensure their company, and make a friend or two.
- To answer his own cry for revenge, to put his mind to rest.
- To die a true warrior, in the heat of battle
Personality:
Naxx is a harsh, but true beast. He won't try and hide the facts from anyone, even friends. He's a 'you'll de trying to catch me' -fighter, and will never quit. If in battle, and he can't run, hell crawl, if he can't rawl, he'll slither, if he can't slither, he'll wait until you get in range before he cuts you to ribbons with his talon-like claws. Never expect him to surrender, as an animal with both wilderiness pide, and the pride that comes with being male, he'll never give into an obstical, and would be damned if he surrendered to an enemy before him.
He has respect to both females and young of any species, and prides in himself to never attack any unless he's the one being attacked, but in most cases, he'll just push it to the side unless it becomes more of an annoyance.
His personality can be summed up as borsque, as in he doesn't really feel the pain of the sins that he's committed, and therefore, feels no pain for those he must kill. A wondering shadow in the world that shut him out, a figure that many considered an animosity rather than a potential friend, one who would fight his way through rather than negotiate; one who is deaf to the words of a critic, who eers and comes short again and again; who know's the great enthusiams, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory, or defeat. Who shares no consideration for is own life, who would proudly bare the death of a warrior than that of a coward. Exhausted, battle weary, adrenaline fueled, he'll fight until he collapses from overdrive... don't push him, his razor sharp talon-claws are known to take more away than they give.
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As the times change, people's values change with them, today's friends only become tomorrows enemies; he has no friends, he has no enemies, just the world and himself...
[/b][/color][/center]As the times change, people's values change with them, today's friends only become tomorrows enemies; he has no friends, he has no enemies, just the world and himself...
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[li]Yukioa (You-coy-uh) /Mother - Murdered by dog pack when he was a kit, leaving him orphaned until his father came for him, raising him.
[/li][li] Tango /Father - now elderly, he looks down upon Naxx and regrets that his own flesh and blood become the way he is, often telling him that 'if you live to seek revenge, it too will seek revenge against you'
Siblings: Tiyjazi / Sister -Murdered by by the very same dog pack that claimed the life of his mother, was Naxxs only sister/
Relationships
Lover See'iada (Female) Murdered by rogue dog pack
Kin Neiako - (Male) Murdered by the same
Followers: None
Leader: Wolverines obey no one but themselves
Birthplace: Ancient Oaks, within the territory of Thunderclan
History:
Naxx has a history of many tears, battlefield rage, and a tenacious furious temper. Many scars line this body of his, all fifty-four pounds of him, from his neck to his chest, from his belly to his flanks, even his legs. Though the coat of the wolverine is thick and dark, the scars of his white flesh are bright amungst this darkness, therefore they can be seen.
Naxx is a beast of furious anger, yet he is one to be emotional, and is known to be one who will not take kindly to either being insulted, or disgraced upon. He's known nothing but death, gore, blood and sin. A soldier without a country, one who would rather die than to give up. His entire obligation was to die in the fashion that he wanted to. To die of exhaustion, rather than surrender... even execution. To allow his soul to descend to the very pits of hell where it'll burn for the miliena, the world had -blocked-ed him once, in return, he was going to -blocked- the world.
He has no friends, but then again, he also has no enemies. Enemies were something of which were related on political terms, there is no such things as an enemy in absolute terms. And as the soldier he had become, he wasn't going to be pushed around.
He doesn't see danger the way most do, being a wolverine, one with a furious and tenacious heart, he goes through the line of danger, rather than around it. To go around the danger would disgrace the wolverine blood that flowed through his veins. It would hinder the stability of the next generation of his kind. Therefore, he has no friends.... he loves no one, he hates no one. As for friends? -What friends? -Too much of a risk of betrayial... in his mind, you have to trust someone in order to be betraid, and Naij'Naxx never trusted anyone with a 100% of his heart, -today's friends would only become tomorrow's enemies... too much of a chance that he'd be stabbed in the back by those clammoring for the bitter-sweet taste of revenge. Therefore, he has no friends.
His rage comes from when he was nothing more than a kit, when a wild pack of dogs brutally murdered his mother and his other sister, leaving him an orphan until his father heard the news; thus returned to find his son near starvation. Raised by his father, he became a harsh beast with a hatred for all those in the canine family, and in fact, takes his anger on them like something never before seen. He enjoys giving them slow and painful deaths, much like they had given his mother when they beat her to death. His quest for revenge had begun with tears, tears grew to rage, rage grew to transform him into a dog killer, ravaging through farms, slaughtering their dogs like pigs, drenching himself in their blood. Man-kind had hunted him for years, believing that the killer of their precious pets was a wolf, little did they know that it was in fact the devil from the north.
When he had seen enough blood shed, he settled with a family of his own, his consort, See'iada; one thing led to another, and in about 14 months, they soon had a child together, a male kit by the name of Neiako. For once, he wasn't killing for revenge, but to feed his family, however, during the fall of the evening sun behind the mountains, dragging a carcase through the woods, he oversaw and overheard the vanacious snarling, and ravaging fangs upon his den, fighting them off with everything he could, he summoned the devil's dance with fire upon the canines who had violated his territorial borders, killing five of them, however, the others managed to run away with blood on their paws, -the blood being that of his own family, his consort, and his son.
His mind crashed, and everything that he had hoped to forget began to boil to the surface once more, summoning an impulsive killer from instinct and rage. His life was ruined, his family was gone, his blood line had ended. There was nothing left but to write a chapter for himself, and it be written in the blood of those who murdered his family, who resurfaced the demon within him that he longed to forget.
Coming and going with the winds, this beast has seen a lot of conflict and a lot of death, killing to survive, killing to avoid being killed himself, using feral combat for the rage, to feel the life seep from his opponent's veins, to watch the light fade from their eyes with every second, to fight again and again until he's had enough.
Knowing that there is never going to be a happy ending for him, he ventures forward into the world of the unknown, looking for answers, and blood...
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In order to survive, one must be selfish, he dare not become a hero, for if he shall, he opens himself to emotion, he breaks his defense, and becomes weak. The sacrifice of the beast, for one to survive, he must accept the Mark of the Wild...
[/b][/size][/color][/center][/font]In order to survive, one must be selfish, he dare not become a hero, for if he shall, he opens himself to emotion, he breaks his defense, and becomes weak. The sacrifice of the beast, for one to survive, he must accept the Mark of the Wild...
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