Chase Prince

[Viviene]

Name: Chase Prince

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Age: Thirteen



Description:Where the heck to I start? Fire red hair that is cut short but has a large amount on the top of his head along with his left side. He has one overly long lock that hangs past his chin to the base of his neck. A pale complexion gives away his northern birth along with his animal fur clothing. His chest is covered by a gray T-shirt that is skintight and is fair warm and made form cotton. Covering that is a hoodie that is almost sleeveless and is a little big on him. It has many patches and is always being fixed and having materials being ripped form it. The top and hood part are rimmed with wolf fur. He wears thin leather trousers that are also very shredded up and it is easy to see where rips had happen. On his waist is a fur belt that is made from beaver fur making it water proof. A pouch is attached to the belt and has beadwork hanging from it. There are four compartments on the pouch, one has knives, the other money, lock picks and other tools me may need. Around his left wrist is a rabbit fur band that hides the mark of Kyproin is placed.
His eyes are a stunning unnatural gold that is a default of his birth or so he thinks. Two black round marks are under his left eye. His teeth are pearly white and straight.


History: T he winters of my younger years were long and bitter.I remember the howling wind that would bite my pale skin and cause marks to appear. But Even I was becoming immune to the painful pinch of winter. I had to. I was an only child, I had no siblings to take away my attention or care for. I was born with a unknown father, so yes I’m a bastard but I don’t give a care. My Father left the night I was conceived and left my thief mother in the dirt. I hate my unknown father more then most people would think.

Hate. Such a powerful word no? Hate is what I grew up doing. My mother showed me the ways of the thief and I live by it but she also showed me hate. The only ones I do not hate are Kitsu my familiar and my mother. I would be lost without them. Kitsu was given to me many years back, the Jackal and I clicked like nothing as we learned that are trust and each other was true to the marrow of our bones. When my mother found another man, some rich merchant she was head over heels for his kind nature and rich appearance. I was amazed at how quickly she was taken from me. The man didn’t want me, Only my mother. I was a pest who had to be destroyed.

In the middle of the night, around 11 Pm. The mood was high in the sky as clouds covered its beautiful glow. The rain dripped lightly onto our house as the pounding of thunder in the distance kept me awake. I thank the gods that I was awake when the man my mother loved came into my simple room. He carried a dagger, nothing fancy and approached my bed. I could hear his breathing as if it was on my own neck, along with his footsteps that scent shivers down my spine. Being a Thief I was natural alert and for that I knew when he was about to strike.

Kitsu had also awaken just in time, the Jackal bit down hard on the mans ankle as he yowled in pain. I ran, for the first time in my life I ran from my opponent. I had all my thievery gear with me that night so I didn’t need to pack. I just ran, as fast as my feet would carry me. Kitten so caught up, unharmed. I would never forget what that Death Jackal did for me that night, but I would also not forget that mans face. I was only a mere 10 year old when this happened. And god was I happy to be gone.

After a few days without food and without help, Kitsu and me found what seemed to be a den. Inside were sixteen strange rat like creatures. Inside was oh holy god FIRE! I forgot danger and caution and took my chance and darted inside. Surprisingly I was welcome more then I was at home. I quickly made fire with all the creatures; Kit translated for them and me. I would steal for them and they would give me a home and fire along with company ship. Sure Kitsu was pissed off being with a large amount of ‘things’ but he got over it.

Now I’m thirteen and I’m planning to jump a royal today. Can’t wait. I wonder what the future hold for a teen like me?


Other: Has no Powers -yet-



Familiar's Name : Kitsu


Familiar's Gender: Male

Familiar's Bloodline: Pure Death Jackal

Familiar's Personality: Kitsu keeps to himself more then anything. He is annoyed easily and is not afraid to bite in the event of an anger outburst. He prefers to be only with his bonded but when the time comes of needing other he will fight his pride and be a member of a group. Most the time though the Death Jackal with shoot verbal bards at anyone who annoys or bugs him. He can be a jerk sometimes, when he sees the opportunity to kill he will not hesitate for a second.

About Death Jackals: Origin/History: The Death Jackal first came from Egypt around 1000 years ago from today. They started out as normal Jackals, mainly the Egyptian golden jackal. Then the golden Jackals for some odd reason were able to breed with the wild cats of Egypt known as Fahd siyad, or Cheetah. They gained or more skinny look as spots started to appear on there bodies. As years went by the odd Jackals slowly vanished and then they were gone from Egypt all together.
Then the Jackal like creatures started appearing in the deserts of Africa and such places. Their pelts were black as night, their looks had changed dramatically.

Powers/ Abilities: All Death Jackal's have the ability to produce poison in their fangs called Salivak. It is a think black substance that is like tar and is very sticky. It is a type of acid that attacks the nerve system. It paralyzes the muscles and causes spasm but will usually not kill creature sunless they are small and there bodies can't handle the toxic pressure on the body. Death Jackals are immune to this poison as each Death Jackal has a unique version of the Salivak. Some may have stronger poison then others, some may have a discoloration in the poison and some poison may be more runny then others. Death Jackals are also able to burns things at will with there tail and paws as small flames spark from the red and orange furs on the tail and the red pads on the paws.

Appearance: Death Jackals have long narrow bodies with long legs used for quick speeds in underground tunnels and caves. There necks are also very long and narrow, it supports a small head with a muzzle close to the face. Their muzzles are dipped in maroon red and covered in golden swirls, their eyes have no pupils but Death Jackals are far from blind. Their ears are very long and the base it covered in white specks and fur. The ears are like radar plates as they easily pick up the sound of there prey. Death Jackals have long, skinny tails, tipped in golden and red fur, which look like flames.

Diet: Their diet is quite wide ranged from rodents to large deer and sometimes humans if you fine a vicious Jackal.

Habitat: Death Jackals prefer to live in dark areas such as caves. They are found in heavy forested areas or on the open fields of sands. They are found in both extreme cold and hot environments.

Pups/Cubs: If a Death Jackal is able to find an Mate s/he with usually have a litter of 2-3 pups or cubs. They will most likely die at some point between the ages of 2-4 months. Because the males will kill their sisters and siblings so only 1 or 2 pups will survive. Sometimes none. The males are born with the will to kill so they can survive, the females are the same way but they are more likely to die because they are born with out the deadly poison. It takes them two weeks after birth to be able to make the poison.

Life-span: The average Death Jackal will live up to 200-1000 years as a normal life-span for females. Males will usually live longer around 400-1200 years. Each year is like a month for a Death Jackal. They age strongly as in 200 years they are 20 years old.

Creator of the Death Jackal I Sage created these fine creatures off of my imagination so no stealing!


Link to Picture(s):

Chase Himself


Kitsu the Death Jackal