Emmer GoldFlame

[Artra]

(This Joining Thread is linked with that of his mother Mabyl; viewtopic.php?f=12&t=29396))

Name: Emmer GoldFlame

Species: Mix between FireWolf and StoneWolf.

Gender: Male

Alliance: Good

Age: 17

Human Age Equivalency: about 18. Just now getting into that ‘mature’ age.

Mature Adult at Age: 20

Appearance:

At five feet five inches at the shoulder, Emmer is already bigger than his already-massive mother, and is only going to get bigger over the next three years. But for all that, especially considering the virtual tank he has for a mother, he is much leaner and lither in build, and will likely stay that way for the rest of his life.

Long in leg, back and neck, with an equally long and also thick tail courtesy of his mother, Emmer would cut an imposing figure if it weren't for his gentle eyes - which are quite an unusual phenomena of hetechromia, with one, the right, being a silvery white and the other a bright emerald - and the almost comically-large, broad paws he hasn't quite grown into yet.
His skull and muzzle matches the rest of his long, slim build in structure, with a dish just below the eyes, between forehead and root of muzzle, similar to that of an Earthen Arabian horse, with the otherwise proportional ears set slightly more to the side than is usual for a lupine.

The only constant spot of color against his night-black fur is the large, broad gold-tinged white four-pronged star that obscures nearly his entire forehead and muzzle, the lower point extending long down his snout; beyond this, a trait passed down from Mabyl gives the midnight fur on his ears, paws, back and insides of his legs, and last third of his tail a bright blue hue when highlighted by sunlight, as if each were the dancing blue heart of a flame.

Personality:
Emmer is both kind and smart. He is very keen in his perceptions and is not afraid to ask something if he becomes confused or just flat out doesn’t understand. He is playful and prefers to stay lighthearted in his thoughts avoiding those of true seriousness with all his might until it is necessary. He is very oriented in protecting those that are weaker then himself or those that are in dire need of his assistance. Emmer is very sociable and he prefers to be in someone’s company rather than no one’s, it’s a near phobia of his, the fear of being separated from everyone he knows for long periods of time; He often over works himself as he tries to help everyone do everything rather than just focus on his own needs and problems. When an attacker engages him… he changes. His mind set changes from that of a kind and warm hearted helper into that of a cold fighter, a positive effect instilled by his father.

Abilities:

Telepathy: Emmer has just begun to train his Telepathy with the help of his mother. His range and strength at the moment are negligible. he can detect mindfeels - the mental equivalent of a fingerprint, usually containing gender, general species or equivalent (feline, canine, draconid, equine, etc.), rough age estimate (child, adolescent, adult, elder, old in years but young in mind, etc.), the unique mental signature of the individual, and sometimes very strong particular emotions - that are within his minimal range.

Flarza: Emmer has a single fire-sprite companion flames called Flarza, which differs from a natural flame and is as large as his paw. It obeys only its master - though it will cooperate with those it recognizes as friends so long as no harm comes to Emmer- and under most circumstances needs no fuel save oxygen and Emmer’s proximity. It will never hurt Emmer, except when it performs a burn-out; this is when it enters either through his mouth to his internal workings, or through flesh wounds to reach blood and muscle and such, and blasts through his system, burning out poisons and toxins and super-hyping his body's healing rate to minutes instead of weeks.

Firespeak: Firespeak is the language of fire - hisses, crackles, pops, sometimes combustion-roars, etc. - and speaking it allows Emmer to summon and/or manipulate fire to greater or lesser degrees. The only problem is that emmer cannot actually ‘speak’ this way. He does however hold a very special mental link with his Flarza that allows him to think and show what he would have the flames do for him.

Physical: Emmer carries a very lithe build and because of it he is fast and nimble. He can sprint for long periods of time without rest and can weave and dodge nimbly in any situation, combat or not.

Disadvantages:

Telepathy: While he has a strong mental defense, nowhere near as strong as his mothers, his Telepathic range is very limited in and of itself. Not all creatures in Deep Forest will work along the mental laws he's slowly becoming used to, due to his mother’s training him, and he'll find himself unable to read the mindfeel of some people; as well, his mental walls aren't strong yet, another thing he works on with his mother.

Flarza: His Flarza can't die, exactly, but it can be rendered helpless and reduced to a mere coal if denied oxygen or drenched/submerged in water (or otherwise thoroughly smothered), at which point it will need to burn fuel like a normal flame for an hour or more to recover. Unless his life is in certain danger, at which point it can burn normal fuel and go as far as it needs to aid him, its maximum range away from him is a mile, and even that's pushing it; mostly, it sticks very to close to him, not often venturing more than quarter mile away at most. Also, a burn-out can only be done to Emmer, its Master, because it is Bonded to him, though it can cauterize the wounds of others. Also, while it doesn't last very long, a burn-out is exceptionally painful, and Emmer is prone to violent thrashings often accompanied by pained sounds from whimpers and whines to barks and howls; he is very weak afterwards, and while his body may be healed, it will need anywhere from a few hours to several days to recover from the overload of energy and activity. The Flarza that did the burn-out will also need time to recover, burning normal fuel to regain the size and power it expended on its Master.

Firespeak: Working normal fire in unusual ways - burning without fuel or on water, not burning/hurting something/one, making it grow unnaturally hotter or colder, changing colors without the right fuel, etc. - costs energy and concentration, with the size of the flame and unnaturalness of the task depicting how much is needed, from barely nothing to great effort. Of course with Emmer’s inability to speak the Firetongue he has to use his flarza to influence any natural forms of fire. There is of course delay and misunderstandings a plenty because of this.

Physical: Because of his speed and his light frame work, Emmer is very fragile to incoming attacks and if he fails to dodge a single stroke in the course of a battle, there is a chance that bones will break and he will be out of commission for the rest of the battle.

Family:
Mother: Mabyl
Father: Namalyr
No siblings and no children of his own.

History:
Emmer was born to Mabyl and his father, Namalyr some 17 odd years ago. They raised him from a pup, noting how special that their son would be, just by the color of his fur and the angles of his body. The first 5 years of his life he spent mostly with his father, learning how to hunt, how to track and how to fight in case the need ever arose. After that he began to spend more and more time with his mother, letting her teach him the ways of the flame and about his more hidden talents. Everything was fine in the small family for a span of about 9 years, and then Namalyr went missing. The Packs and Emmer himself thought his father dead. He grieved heavily and it took a serious impact on his mental status; Leaving him, in some cases, to look only towards the good, so that he doesn’t have to experience any more bad in his own lifetime


Anything Else We Need to Know?:
Any and all information that concerns the race of FireWolf and the abilities of Emmer are directly connected to Mabyl and are in turn products of her player CrhisaHoa. I’d like to thank her for helping me Re-write this bio for UV.


IC (In Character) Entrance:
The last traces of sunlight began to bleed across the sky, the clear blue that once held dominion over head now fading into the sunburst of oranges, reds, yellows eventually descending deeper into the bruised purples heading to its ultimate diamond studded black.

His eyes slid closed upon seeing the flames painted so clearly across the night sky. His heart began to ache, the feeling of loss beginning to well up inside of his once again, a sizable lump taking root in his throat, a similar stone sinking into the pit of his stomach. He tried to fight the feelings, tried hard to not let them break through but, as he’d learned before, there was no hiding your feelings from yourself. A single tear escaped his right eye as he turned his muzzle skyward, sending a howl to the slowly ascending moon.

He laid himself down, forcing himself to go to sleep, knowing that the darkness always brought the sorrows back to him. Knowing that the sooner he was to be asleep the fast the next sunrise would come and the sooner he could hide his feelings behind the importance of the lives around him. It had been nearly 3 years since he’d seen his mother… and even longer since he'd seen his father, or held any hope of him being alive.

He fought his sleep for another minute as his mind wandered to the reasons he'd left. Why he thought he needed to get out from under that circle of protection that his mother had him in. He felt a need to explore the world, a need to get to know the truths of the world without the help anyone else, Without anyone having to show him the way. Though the reality of having no one to guide you also meant that there was no one there to comfort you, to tell you it would be ok. He pushed those thoughts from his mind and tried again to charge head on into sleep's embrace.

He didn’t feel sleep over take him, but instead felt the bristle of a gentle caressing breeze prickling at his fur. He shifted slightly, not opening his eyes yet, not wanting to, it seemed like he hadn’t been asleep but a few minutes anyways. He only knew this couldn’t be true as the chorus of bird began to sing over head. He sighed and lifted himself to a standing position, keeping his eyes towards the dirt. The birds closest to him stopped their songs for a moment before resuming and he didn’t think it awkward that the songs were not the ones he’d become accustom to waking to.

He looked up and inhaled sharply seeing a forest before him, much like the one he had been in but there was something clearly different about it. The trees seemed older, the ground greener and somehow the air held a different taste to him. He turned and looked about sensing the slight differences about the wood he now found himself in.

“Where am I?” he mused to himself softly, his tail swishing slightly from side to side in what appeared to be a friendly manner. He stepped forward heading into the forest unsure of his headings only hoping that it would lead him to someone friendly.

(Alright Emmer is no longer part of this thread, But it instead joined into that of his mother Mabyl; viewtopic.php?f=12&t=29396))

[Gaeva Winged Unicorn]

OOC
Accepted.