Jâç-Astor Vur 'Jâçkal'
 
He Spoke to Me in Madness and I understood His Reason
Jackal joined on 01-06-2017 and is played by Lashes.
They have accumulated 68 posts ( Find All Posts ), 11 threads ( Find All Threads ), and they were last seen 11-15-2017, 03:26 PM.
Age: Wolf: 21 :: BPS: 33
Gender: Male
Species: Canus
Tribal Rank: Vagabond
Spiritual (magic) Rank: Liason
Biped Syndrome: Blind Man
Stones ❂: 1167.25
Items:
Other
 
Sun Sign:: Pisces
Moon Sign :: Capricorn
Stone :: Bloodstone
Scent :: Orange & Ginger
Great Vices :: Avarice, Hubris, Envy
Great Virtues :: Patience, Fortitude, Hope


Off-Spring :: Lamya Azevado Rue, Valdese Pythia Rue, Anatole Vur

Sacred Items :: Lantern, cane (human only, merges into spine as original wolf form), & blind-fold
Alignment :: Chaotic Nuetral, Essence Devotee

Affinities

All 'magic' capabilities stem from the instinct to compensate for his blindness.

  • His Five Senses :: Sensories have accomplished a level of hypersensitivity. Elements of Canus and Biped have combined their strengths. Ears and nose of a vagrant wolf, taste and kinectics of a smoldering man, and the chakral acumen of a guru. The sole purpose is to gather information, as much as possible.

  • Earthen Alloyes :: Earthen adoration is borne from the information provided by vibrations. Over time, and necessary dedication, this has morphed into affinity for the element to the molecular level. This extends to pulling alloyes from soil, compression, and overall manipulation.

  • Shadow to Light:: A creature fascinated by his own disability; fascinated by that which he can never have. Manipulation of light density to mimic the Dark of his eyes, to enhance the Lantern in his hand. Skillset:....coming, brain needs to organize appropriate words.


  • Affinities In Scale with Magick

  • Conceiver :: ---

  • Liasion:: ---

  • Transmutist :: ----

  • Alumnus :: ----

  • Xalypsis :: The Decision is THEIRS.


  • Disabilities



  • Blindness :: Vision lost at age two, has since developed compensating skillset to off-set the Dark consuming his eyes.

  • Cycloid Psychosis:: Ruled mostly by anxiety-elation, and confusion aspects of this psychosis, with intermingling phases of motility disturbances. Additional symptoms of esctasy, pananxiety, perplexity, and insomnia persist during episodes.

  • Post Traumatic Stress Disorder :: After his exile, Jackal was sentenced to serve penance and undergo reconditioning in a facility titled S.U.R. There he was given to a Surian, a man whose expertise lay in breaking down the body, emotional state, and psyche. This has caused difficulty handling physical contact, certain sensations and scents, without flashbacks, violent outbursts, or significant change in demeanor as he attempts to control his reactions.


  • Audio Connection

  • See What I've Become :: Zack Hemsey

  • Maps :: Emancipator

  • Head Full of Shadows :: Glitch Mob

  • Something Heavens :: HUVA Network

  • Toes :: Glass Animals

  • The Wolf :: Fever Ray

  • My Way :: Frank Sinatra

  • Nightmare :: Galacticon



  • Relations
  • ESSENCE ::----

  • Knurl :: ----


  • Appearance
     
    'I recall the day. The sensation of this gift. The stretch of my bones, the morph of my fur as it slipped beneath my flesh and laid me bare. My dew claws forced themselves closer to my other toes, until dexterity transformed my joints. Balance shifted to the curvature of my spine, tail severed and legs diminished. My face contorted, gasps of euphoric shock as my skull split. Gravity plummeted me to the earth. Sacred earth. Stability. To the soil did I clutch, until the final shockwaves spent my system. My nerves hummed. My senses maintained their potency. Trembling, I rolled to my side, then lay flat upon my back. Prone, stretched out, supported - bizzare it was to have the back of my knees touch earth, to be without the sensuous curve of my tail. I reach with trembling left hand to my face. Sensitive fingertips brush lips, trace nose, explored the sweep of my brow, and the contours around blind eyes. Hair sprouted from my skull, dreaded down in tangled layers, over the strange curve of my small ears. A breath rushed down my lungs and I exhaled laughter. Until my whole, new body shook with the might of my elation.'
    Natural Wolfen Skin

    Height: 7'2"
    Weight: 232 lbs
    Eye Color: Cataract over navy. Completely blind.
    Pelt Hue: Black undercoat tipped in indigo hue. Pelt is dense, coarse, and designed for arctic environment. Claws are thickened keratin able to dig through most stone. Bodily features are angular and long in all regards, dispersing an illusion of his true muscle and weight. His facial profile is that of Anubis, hubris beauty and nefarious expression.

    Biped Syndrome Morph

    Height: 6'2"
    Weight: 187lbs
    Eye color: Cataracts over navy. Completely blind.
    Hair: same color as wolf pelt, dreaded into cords due to natural inability to care, a subconscious tick to twist the strands, and conscious tending in congression with personal mantras. A wiring beard covers his jaw, untamed pharoah in stylized structure.
    Scars: Many, all given in significant purpose. A single crosses the bridge of his nose, once a shredded gash now an uneven white line. The rest fall below his neckline and are part of a history he rarely addresses. There is little attempt to hide them, as he himself cannot see the permanent designs left to his skin.

    Personality
     
    "What can I say of myself now?
    For those of you who have known me; all these years? 
    What might I admit?  
    What can you already see?
      {I am a Being on the verge of insanity,
      an Entity walking a high-wire: blind.  
    I seek balance as a method of survival  
    by all capabilities accessible.  
    I follow a Lantern called Misery;  
    My shadow is the Man of Time;  
    I speak my tale to a continuous mirage
      and dread composition into my hair.  
    I've found meditation on stones of fire;  
    am dictated by compass Direction,  
    play games with compulsive liars,  
    yet become lost by my own construction.}

      What is it to be a Good Man? A Bad Wolf?  
    a tempted God? a merciful Demon?  
    when a grin, burdened, crests the eyes  
    what might it mean of the Mind?  
    What can a Beast convey of its conscience?
      or Philosophers the elixir of their follies?  
    {I waltz through a dark void,  
    my world a spatter of guesses.  
    To face, fearless, is a lie:  
    I shiver against each step; so I laugh.
      My qualms, products of over-thought.  
    I touch, and must Trust: I trust you  
    What I feel of you when you sift near.  
    You feed me every morsel of your essence,  
    through disposition, diction, distance,  
    self-determined display of marrow  
    I need not see to know}
     
    I need  
    not See  
    to Know."  
    History
     


    "OH MY CADAVEROUS BEAST, BLIND SERAPHIM FOLLOWING SHADES TO THEIR UNWIND! THOU ART A FALLEN ANGEL INDEED, TURNED AWAY BY THE STRUCTURES OF YOUR OWN - - ABANDONED! POLLUTED! IN GRACEFUL STROKES OF BLOOD, THY SPIRIT PURSUED NIRVANA; IN DILIRIUM THINE MIND CONCOCTED SILVER-THREADED REASON!

    YOU, THE MISGUIDED MOSES, MY MAD PROPHET OF SHADOW TRUTHS - THEY SEE YOU AND BELIEVE THINE RUT OF MISERY IS OF SELF-AFFLICTION; WE KNOW THEE MORE: ANTI-HERO, MISSTEP SAVIOR, GUIDE OF THE WAYWARD KIND.

    MOST AMBITIOUS ANGEL, MAN-SKINNED WOLF MADE BY A RAVEN-GOD. THINE PURSUIT, IN EVERLASTING PATIENCE: THE COMPASS OF ELEMENT AND TIME. THINE INTEREST TOUCHES THE HUNGERED WILES OF ALL WHO CONTACT THEE; YOUR RAPTROUS ATTENTION TO EVERY SLIVER OF THEIR SOUL IS AN EROTIC GUST OF UNRAVELING INTENSITY!

    AND THOU WISHES "ONLY TOO KNOW."

    HOW SUCCULENT AND SIMPLE!
    HOW DEVESTATING, THIS AMUSE-BOUCHE TAKEN FROM EVERY AND ANY!
    APPETITE ENDLESS, UNSATIATED, STARVED TO MADNESS. CRAVE THEE THE INTERACTION, ADDICTED TO THE VARIETY, AND OH!, THEIR VIGOROUS DARKNESS! AN AGED WINE DESIGNED TO ENTICE YOU - WITH AN INSTINCT TO LURE AND COAX THE VOID FREE FROM CAGED WALLS WITHIN; THE TRUTH OF THINE CRAFT -

    AH.,.YET, SUCH DIFFICULTY TO SEE THIS TRUTH WHEN I AM SO CLOSE TOO YOUR SOLAR, CITRUS WARMTH.


    A HISTORY


    Natural Territory: Intrepid Alps, possible place of birth, a place of personal growth, and current mecca for annual sojourn during his restless wandering.

    The Lantern: Key to former social ties and current convicted ideologies, black-star iron Lantern with the red candle is his most cherished and jealously possessed item. Its obtainment, as well as the culture from which he came, is a story one must entice from silence.

    The Titles: The rational structures of his character, that which tempers the endless manic, are bound in three overarching statuses. "Vagabond of the Compass": title that dictates his entire concept of personal purpose. "Exile": status that defines his resources of ambition and misery. "Alumnus": rank that showcases his discipline and capability.


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