Post by Crystal on Aug 11, 2009 3:37:35 GMT -5
Pinpoint said:
Character and design by Emily. Most of this information is directly taken from her pre-made profile.
Basic Files
Birth Name: Raaku
Blackblood Dire Name: Pinpoint
Age: 7 Years Old
Gender: Male
Species: Blackblood Dire Wolf
The Family
Father: Seastorm
Mother: Softstep
Brothers: Callback
Sisters: None
Daughters: None
Sons: None
Other Known Relatives: None
The Love Life
Crush: None
Ex's: None
Mate: None
Affiliation Information
Original Pack: Inaria
Original Rank: Guard
Current Pack: The Renegades
Current Rank: Second-In-Command (also, he is the assassin of the group)
Appearance
Height: 3.5 ft
Weight: 125lbs
Eye Color: Lime green
Fur Colors: Dusty brown, cream, dark brown
Markings: See picture
Accessories: None
Jewelry: None
Scars: None
Tattoos: Grey jag mark under his eyes
Build: Nimble, lithe. He is Flamebrand's personal assassin, so, he's very fit.
Fury?: No
Personality
Compared to Flamebrand, Pinpoint changed drastically.
Something happened with Pinpoint mentally when they were exiled. He used to be quite jovial and fun-loving. But such anger and bitterness drove him to become a completely different wolf. Although noble at one point in life, Pinpoint reached the ultimate low. All honor was abandoned. All kindness towards others was forgotten. He turned from a wolf everyone could love... To a wolf everyone hated. It is unknown why Flamebrand continues to have Pinpoint be his second-in-command. True, Pinpoint is cunning and intelligent, but he is incredibly devious and selfish.
He tends to get into trouble a lot- especially with Spitfire. Pinpoint picks out fights. He usually starts them because of his sharp tongue and bitter attitude. The Blackblood appears to only care about getting his revenge on Inaria and on Swiftkill. Unlike Flamebrand, Pinpoint intends on seeking the burgundy female out and assassinating her (nope, not bitter at all!). He's angered with both Swiftkill and Whitewind for causing his life to go downhill. For all he knew, he could've been great...
But alas, now, he is a mere loner. A loner seemingly without a cause... Without a reason to continue living.
Bottom line:
Once happy-go-lucky, Pinpoint pulled a 180 and became as heartless (if not more) as an Alteronian. He views Burnback and Spitfire as threats to his position, and thus, he despises them.
History
Pre Forum History-
Raaku was born similiar to Flamebrand's birth- the product of the Blackblood Mating Ritual. There were two in his litter- himself and his brother (who would eventually be known as Callback). Raaku never knew his father. Seastorm had taken a group of yearlings to go receive their tattoos. He never returned from that trip. The next time Raaku's mother saw her temporary mate was when a group of guards found his mangled body a few months later. Killed by sabres, no doubt about it. Ever since Raaku heard that tale, he has loathed sabres. However, he did not mourn his father's loss. Considering the fact that Raaku never knew him, he shed no tears for Seastorm. His father's death only encouraged him to live up to his dad's name. Seastorm had been, after all, a great warrior in the Elite Guard. Raaku aspired to be just like his old man. He wanted to be courageous and daring like Seastorm.
And, for awhile, his father lived through him. Raaku was no cruel wolf as a youngster. He was often the one that stood up for those being bullied. He tried to make friends with everyone.
When the time came for him to obtain his markings, he left with his head held high. "Mother, I'll make you proud." he said to Softstep as he departed alongside a few other yearlings. He trained alongside a tawny male by the name of Surai (later called Spitfire). The two bonded and became good friends. They met Mawni and a female named Eri (later known as Icewind) later on during their training. All four of them became close, often having to fight off the dogs who were wolf-haters together. They became like family. Raaku obtained his markings on a cold wintery day. He was given grey tattoos, and was deemed "Pinpoint" because he was very accurate when he was fighting and could almost always pinpoint the weakness in his prey before killing it.
He, like Icewind, Spitfire, and Flamebrand, returned home in time to join the final battles of the war. Pinpoint helped Inaria become victorious. However, later on in the feast, the betrayal of Swiftkill occurred. The Blackbloods, as Whitewind called them, were banished. Pinpoint was downright pissed by the captain's actions. He glady left with Flamebrand, Icewind, and Spitfire. True enough, Callback, his brother, did not leave with him, but he didn't care. He didn't care for those who would follow a foolish leader such as Swiftkill. Pinpoint dwelled with the Renegades, dreaming up schemes to get back at both the wolf who had exiled them, and the wolf who had caused him to become exiled.
After being exiled, Pinpoint became as cold as the Greater North. His relationship with Spitfire went downhill, and the two became enemies. He became withdrawn from his friends, and didn't speak to anyone for a long period of time. Still, even to this day, Pinpoint is bitter about being banished.
Notes:
- Pinpoint is the one that suggests taking the hostages in the first place.
- Pinpont only really seems to get along with Flamebrand.
- Although a troublemaker, Pinpoint does seem to have his moments where his old self shows.
- During the hostage situation, he most likely will torment the hostages because he's a jackass like that.
RP Sample:
There is no taste sweeter on the tongue than that of your final revenge.
In his sleep he was salivating, a sickly smile upon his maw. His dreams were not of food nor of happy reminiscing. No... memories of his puphood were no longer good dreams for him. Instead he took pleasure in his nightmares.
Burgundy fur wavered in front of his vision. Burgundy stained crimson by his own fangs. It was the taste of her blood that made him drool, the sweet satisfaction of her death that made him smile. What else was there to live for, now that his life was over? He had killed Whitewind in the dream prior. No need to repeat that one now.
Some high-pitched squeal sounded irritatingly into his ears, waking him from his hollow joy. Slowly Pinpoint stared up into the tree under which he slept, a sharp, snapping bark chasing off the offending bird. His companions were still asleep. Perhaps their slumber was not so fitful. They didn't understand... none of them did. They weren't nearly offended enough for his liking.
Feet carried him slowly away from the group. He didn't feel like waking anybody. Among other things, he was hungry, and wanted something all to himself. His nose told him some carcass was nearby. Freshly killed. Even better, he didn't have to work for it. Rounding through the trees he caught sight of the caribou calf on the ground, barely a bite taken from it. Some female was trying to get her pup to eat first... a sickly little thing, near-starved to death. The mother was in about the same state.
Pity began to spread over him... but only for a moment. As soon as such warmth began, the ice followed, crusting once more over his heart. That calf should be his. The strong survived over the weak. It was the natural order of things. Nobody was ever kind to anybody. History had taught him that. But killing them outright would just be boring. So, he planned a little game.
Out of sight, he rolled about in the mud and snow, matting up his fur and making an utter mess of himself. When he thought the level of dirt was satisfactory, he began to put on a show. Stepping out from behind the trees, he sucked in his chest, carried one forepaw with a limp, expertly faking a volley of shivers. The mother and child looked up, and already he could see pity in the female's eyes. Oh, had his life only taken its proper course, he would have been the best of warriors. He was a wonderful actor! Ego sufficiently stroked, he stepped forward, head low and whimpering.
"H-hello," he said with impressively faked timidity. "I... I smelled your food. I h-haven't been able to h-hunt for days.... I d-don't s-s-supose you'd share?" He had all the charm of a starved weakling.
His assessment had rung true. The mother was the type to let a stranger eat before herself. As she stepped back in a silent offer of the kill, he crawled forward, sidling up to the pup. "Hey kid," he hissed quietly. "I want to show you something." The stutter was gone. The pup was watching him. And as he rounded on the female, she realized too late her mistake in not running. Her scream barely had time to pierce the air before it was cut off. The pup was whimpering in horror. But Pinpoint was not done. He dragged the scrawny carcass closer into view, a deadly snarl on his face.
"Life is cruel, kid." With that, the mother's body was tossed away into the snow. As the pup tried to run, he caught hold of the tail and ripped it off. "Never forget that."
No... he would let it live. Let him know the pain that Pinpoint had known. Why should some scrawny little weakling deserve happiness when he had none?
Not a single thought lingered in his head to wait for his companions before he started to eat. No... by the time they woke up, he intended to have most of it gone.
