Name: Raiden Invictus
Age: 25 (looks 21)
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Summary: Raiden was born to a pack of purebloods, deep in the mountains of Japan. He was the only of his litter, born to the elites of the pack. The pack's home, was a traditional Japanese building nestled high in the mountains. From the terraces surrounding the temple, where Raiden and other warriors spent a lot of time training and meditating, was a breathtaking view of the mountainsides. If you were to look down from this terrace, there would be a steep cliff, and a few hundred feet below, a small winding river at the bottom of a canyon. There was a narrow mountain path that wound haphazardly down the mountain-side to this small river. The river was one of the pack's major sources of food, along with a few rice paddies and other small farms at the bottom of the canyon, mostly maintained by the omegas of the pack. The river was a great place for the young of the pack to also go swimming for fun, and Raiden found it to be a great place to get away from everyone to just think and meditate.
When Raiden turned about five he began training with his pack. The training in this pack was very traditional, the elders of the pack wanting to keep to old ways. The warriors of the pack were trained much like Samurai were from feudal Japan, and even still use the same weapons. Most importantly in the warrior's training, is knowledge however. The samurai valued knowledge just as much as fighting prowess, as does Raiden's pack. Before Raiden even was allowed to start his training in the way of the sword, he was trained intensely with his intellect. Because of this, Raiden knows how to speak Japanese, his native language, as well as English and French fluently. Along with his intellect and fighting skills, he trained heavily and tested with how he carried himself, his mannerisms, and anything else that had to do with tradition. Raiden thought this traditional aspect of his training was slightly foolish in secret although. When Raiden turned about twenty years old, after many, many years of training in all these aspects, he was finally announced a warrior in full in his pack, a sword specially forged for him presented to him on the day he became a warrior. All of this was a great honor in his pack, the sword which their warriors carried thought to be one with their souls.
Raiden would have never left this perfect life he had with his pack, every member in it he considered his extended family, and he would have died for any one of them. Spending his entire life with his pack was not what fate had decided for him although. On one faithful day, all he had known had changed. A rival pack had attacked his pack nestled in the mountains. Raiden's pack and this enemy pack had been enemies for years, even before Raiden himself was born. Raiden's pack had been able to fend off attacks from this other pack quite easily in the past, their warriors held strong each time. On this day however, the enemy pack had enlisted the help of another, much larger pack to help once and for all eliminate Raiden's home. Raiden and his fellow warriors had fought courageously for their home in the mountains, but in the end they were defeated, Raiden's home burnt to the ground. Raiden had been the only survivor, knocked unconscious in battle and thought to be dead. When he awoke amongst the ashes of his home and the dead bodies of all those he loved, he was filled with despair. He soon left his old home, traveling for the first time ever into the modern world.
Personality: Quiet, and reserved. These two words best describe Raiden's personality. He is very observant, and relaxed in any situation. Under pressure, one could count on him to perform, his many years of training leading the way. While he doesn't tend to want a leadership position unless it is necessary, he would make a great leader. His tactical thinking is not influenced by emotions, but instead he thinks things through in a logical way. While his skills in combat are definitely of a high degree, he is one of the last individuals to even come close to boasting, or mentioning these skills unless necessary.
Joining Keys:(Look in the Rules and Customs) Membership Accepted!
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Example Post: Pain... and then darkness, that is what Raiden remembered as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking rapidly and squinting to adjust his eyes to the light. At first, confusion overtook him as the warrior stared up at the dark grey sky, ash still floating through the air. Just then he coughed, a hacking sudden cough, sending a small cloud of ash into the air. The warrior watched it for a few moments until the cloud settled. Where was he? What happened?
He soon slowly sat up, his eyes gazing around. All around him was devastation, the remains of his home just piles of ashes and blackened pillars that didn't burn to the ground. Overcome with grief as Raiden soon realized what he was looking at, tear streaks soon appeared, leaving clean exposed lines running down his ash covered face. Despair overtook him, and he let out a howl of grief as he sat there amidst the ashes of his home and the bodies of all those he knew.(Two Paragraphs)
Age: 25 (looks 21)
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Summary: Raiden was born to a pack of purebloods, deep in the mountains of Japan. He was the only of his litter, born to the elites of the pack. The pack's home, was a traditional Japanese building nestled high in the mountains. From the terraces surrounding the temple, where Raiden and other warriors spent a lot of time training and meditating, was a breathtaking view of the mountainsides. If you were to look down from this terrace, there would be a steep cliff, and a few hundred feet below, a small winding river at the bottom of a canyon. There was a narrow mountain path that wound haphazardly down the mountain-side to this small river. The river was one of the pack's major sources of food, along with a few rice paddies and other small farms at the bottom of the canyon, mostly maintained by the omegas of the pack. The river was a great place for the young of the pack to also go swimming for fun, and Raiden found it to be a great place to get away from everyone to just think and meditate.
When Raiden turned about five he began training with his pack. The training in this pack was very traditional, the elders of the pack wanting to keep to old ways. The warriors of the pack were trained much like Samurai were from feudal Japan, and even still use the same weapons. Most importantly in the warrior's training, is knowledge however. The samurai valued knowledge just as much as fighting prowess, as does Raiden's pack. Before Raiden even was allowed to start his training in the way of the sword, he was trained intensely with his intellect. Because of this, Raiden knows how to speak Japanese, his native language, as well as English and French fluently. Along with his intellect and fighting skills, he trained heavily and tested with how he carried himself, his mannerisms, and anything else that had to do with tradition. Raiden thought this traditional aspect of his training was slightly foolish in secret although. When Raiden turned about twenty years old, after many, many years of training in all these aspects, he was finally announced a warrior in full in his pack, a sword specially forged for him presented to him on the day he became a warrior. All of this was a great honor in his pack, the sword which their warriors carried thought to be one with their souls.
Raiden would have never left this perfect life he had with his pack, every member in it he considered his extended family, and he would have died for any one of them. Spending his entire life with his pack was not what fate had decided for him although. On one faithful day, all he had known had changed. A rival pack had attacked his pack nestled in the mountains. Raiden's pack and this enemy pack had been enemies for years, even before Raiden himself was born. Raiden's pack had been able to fend off attacks from this other pack quite easily in the past, their warriors held strong each time. On this day however, the enemy pack had enlisted the help of another, much larger pack to help once and for all eliminate Raiden's home. Raiden and his fellow warriors had fought courageously for their home in the mountains, but in the end they were defeated, Raiden's home burnt to the ground. Raiden had been the only survivor, knocked unconscious in battle and thought to be dead. When he awoke amongst the ashes of his home and the dead bodies of all those he loved, he was filled with despair. He soon left his old home, traveling for the first time ever into the modern world.
Personality: Quiet, and reserved. These two words best describe Raiden's personality. He is very observant, and relaxed in any situation. Under pressure, one could count on him to perform, his many years of training leading the way. While he doesn't tend to want a leadership position unless it is necessary, he would make a great leader. His tactical thinking is not influenced by emotions, but instead he thinks things through in a logical way. While his skills in combat are definitely of a high degree, he is one of the last individuals to even come close to boasting, or mentioning these skills unless necessary.
Joining Keys:(Look in the Rules and Customs) Membership Accepted!
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Example Post: Pain... and then darkness, that is what Raiden remembered as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking rapidly and squinting to adjust his eyes to the light. At first, confusion overtook him as the warrior stared up at the dark grey sky, ash still floating through the air. Just then he coughed, a hacking sudden cough, sending a small cloud of ash into the air. The warrior watched it for a few moments until the cloud settled. Where was he? What happened?
He soon slowly sat up, his eyes gazing around. All around him was devastation, the remains of his home just piles of ashes and blackened pillars that didn't burn to the ground. Overcome with grief as Raiden soon realized what he was looking at, tear streaks soon appeared, leaving clean exposed lines running down his ash covered face. Despair overtook him, and he let out a howl of grief as he sat there amidst the ashes of his home and the bodies of all those he knew.(Two Paragraphs)
Tue Mar 14, 2017 2:09 am by 
