Krueger

[Keskron]

Krueger

" We heed their advice
When we listen to ourselves
We cut all our ties
When we listen to ourselves
We sing our own songs
We only listen to ourselves
We are the hungry ghost
The soul in the soul song "



the basics,

»»character full name: Krueger
»»age: Two
»»gender: Male
»»sexual orientation: Heterosexual
»»position: Hunter
»»species: Dingo
»»pack/pride/clan: Solstitium Pack
»»powers: Krueger was born with the gift of aura. Through the use of this power he hunts with the swiftness and strength of a wolf far larger and more cunning than his own. However, the use of his power leaves him exhausted and hungry, this being part of his scrawny appearance. The thirst for power, whiel at the same time the starvation of food is unquenchable, leaving him imbalanced and undecided of whether to use his powers or not.

the appearance,

»»eyes: Mahogany
»»markings: Numerous burns of all shapes and sizes littered across his pelt.
»»height: 21 in
»»weight: 62 lb
»»general appearance:

Stagnant, adapted, gaunt, Krueger’s gait is poised with an undeniable arch in his back and a protruding set of muscular, yet dwindling legs, no doubt gained from numerous expeditions set out across vast amounts of land. Despite this, however, Krueger’s shoulders are in a near-perpetual slouch, without a touch of honor protruding from a puffed-out chest (similar to how such noble canines display a respectable amount of pride). Whether it’s lack of dignity or a peculiar sign of lower-class humility (or both), eyes on the ground, tail vertically parallel with his legs, and a gradual, but stable trot represent’s Krueger’s way of holding himself both with himself and around others.

Chronic restlessness, insomnia, and a lack of laying on one’s body across the soil in order to rest has granted Krueger with a shallow tint of flushed salmon that runs infectiously across the rim of where his bottom eyelid meets his sclera, similar to how one might look after shedding tears. He’s been told that the colour greatly contrasts with that of his irises – which are blunt with the colour of mahogany speckled with bright amber (much like a galloping doe in a deciduous forest). His stare is melancholy, yet at the same time egregious and piercing. They read like ancient scrolls of a deteriorating language, appearing useless to all but those who know to translate them.

Autumn is presumed to be the artist of any canine of Dingo blood. Tawny with a tinge of apricot painted along any extra layers of fur, Krueger’s coat represents that of a desert sunset painting – numerous warm colours are spread across his frame. Mixtures of deep crimson tint the hair around his shoulder blades, jaw, tail, and paws. There is also a small amount of chestnut shades speckled across his back. Many will be inclined to believe that this is only due to his (mostly) dirty appearance, but at closer inspection, one will realize that it’s simply the way he was born.

Snout elongated from his face, upper lip curled in a repulsive action, aligned in the up most reaches of my gums, rows of ivory fangs form into a salient acute point, the definition of death in the canine world. Krueger, due to his Dingo lineage, sparks a greater snout-to-head ratio than most canines, making his nose more elongated and head rounder. His ears are thick and cover a large portion of his head. This can sometimes give him a domesticated look.


the personality,

»»Likes:

• Autumn
  
• Fire
  
• Consistency

»»Dislikes:

• Boisterous noise
  
• Small talk
  
• Pessimists

»»general personality:

Suffering from sleep disorders from birth, Krueger’s attention span and lack of enthusiasm have never been the object of praise amongst others. He’s slow to speak when regarded with anything that doesn’t spark his interest. However, when something does pique his mind, he’s constantly chuckling with amusement. Stimulating such an action will mostly require any great art in nature (a beautiful sunset, a sparkling shimmer of a waterfall, the way the trees change colour in the fall). Other than this, there have never been any major interests in his life, other than the both fascination, and fear, of death and its nightmares.

Secretly, Krueger holds a deep interest in the arts of death and dying. Since his realization of this obsession, his lust for the hunt has grown immensely through pup-hood and adolescence. At any moment he acquired, he would attack something, whether it were moving or inanimate. Other than this strange hobby, Krueger showed no sign of gifts in other areas. He was clumsy when it came to leading others, lacked any amount of sympathy in order to care for the weak, and never had a great sense of navigation. The only thing that mattered to him as the fight to survive, the hunger for whatever creature caught his scent, anything that put his thoughts to ease.

Determined to honor whoever may put their trust in him, Krueger has proven a loyal subject to any that are willing to regard him as an equal. Though his tactics are seen as strange to any that simply graze a passing judgment, his oddities can become a welcoming gesture to any that get to know him. However, due to an often isolation from others he comes into contact with (something he prefers, actually), he rarely shows any signs of trust in others. Social banter frustrates him, and words escaping his tongue are more than often not intended when he says them. He can grow impatient with himself, making his actions even more curious to those observing.


the history,

»»mother: Solla
»»father: Pyro
»»siblings: None
»»others: None
»»background:

Krueger was born into a pack of mostly elders and a spare amount of younger, more fruitful adults. He was the pup of one of these few. His mother, Solla, was originally a rogue left to wander the barren lands. After she was adopted by the pack, she met Krueger’s father, Pyro, who was a hunter at the time. The two fell in love, and eventually bore a litter of pups. Krueger was the second to be born of a litter of four, but he was the only one to survive.

Because of the pack’s small number, Krueger, along with his pack were poor with meat and satisfaction, but strong with spiritual and emotional depth. Though his frame is slender and poorly nourished, he was raised to appreciate the wilderness and anything it provided. Though he grew up starved, he was never hungry for beauty. They were nothing but civilians within the world’s kingdom. Eventually, Krueger separated from his pack, and began to wander, searching for a pack to distance himself with.

The one instance that burns brightest in Krueger’s mind is the day he got his scars.

It was the middle of the summer; blossoms from the previous season were flowering and producing growths of an unimaginable beauty. The sky was azure, the ground a lean cut viridian, and the forest was bright with life and ecstasy. A perfect day for a disaster. Krueger had been hunting, searching for any fallen prey, or a sick doe, or even a feeble hare, but nothing could be found. Strange, he thought, for not too long ago the woods in this area was brimming with life.

It wasn’t much later where it struck him. A distinct smell caught his nose, an aroma that made his throat sting. Smoke. Fire. He began to run as the he noticed the basis of the scent was beginning to catch up to him. Just beyond the willows, great embers were spreading like an infectious disease, wiping anything it touched with a clean slate of sweltering torture. Krueger ran for his life, but he soon found himself caught in the middle of it all with nowhere to run. The smoke, which eventually would cause the poor sense of smell he now harbors, caused him to choke up the bile that once burrowed in his belly. He didn’t know how he escaped, but when he did, he was littered with burns and tears and scars all across his flesh. His howls of agony resounded across the lands. And though the fire didn’t do any large amount of damage within the woodlands, Krueger, eventually, was traumatized, and began to have nightmares about the scene on a daily basis.

Over time, Krueger eventually was accepted into the Solstitium Pack, where he now serves as a hunter-gatherer of fresh food.

the player,

»»alias: Keskron
»»age: Undisclosed
»»contact: PM

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