Collizion, Male

[Collizion}}]

++ Collizion++

{{Basics}}

Age: 7 Years
Gender: Male
Animal: Dolphin
Species: Orcinus orca the killer whale
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Alliance: Free-Roamer
Requested Rank: N/A

{{Appearance}}

Build: Large for his species, he has strong muscles in his tail and will use it when necessary.
Appearance:

This young brute's pure black hide is quite stunning at first glance or when he's skimming through the ocean's tides. His lean muscles are encased in thickly lined, water resistant skin that shimmers in the sun light. His once scar-less skin, when he was born, is now littered with dents and gashes but they merely tell his life story. His eyes are as dark as the forbidden trench but his soul is easily seen through them. He has a strong tail and usually uses it as a weapon against predators. His left fin is a bit shredded from a boat collision at a young age. This defect sometimes slows him down but at his sheer large size he doesn't fear much. His large stature demands respect and fear.

Even for his size Zion is a pretty fast brute, unfortunately, it he isn't the fastest predator in the sea. His large structure incapacitates him and he's unable to make sharp movements to catch fast swimming fish. But luck is 80% of the time on his side and he is one of the few killer whales in the world to successfully beach himself to catch small seals for midday snacks and strategically get back into the water with ease. When hunting beasts like sharks, one swipe with his tail can render any unconscious or in a state of shock leaving feasting an easy task.

Scars: Gash running along and around his dorsal fin. Minor scratches here and there.

{{Personality}}

Positive traits: Determined, Loving, Observant, Loyal
Negative traits: Headstrong, Sarcastic, Judgmental, Rude
Likes/Hobbies: Torturing sharks, playing with calves, fishing, Females
Dislikes: Sharks, Assertive Creatures, Creatures too smart for their own good, Dissenters.
Fears: Being swept away by a storm surge and being beached.
Overall Personality:


Cynical ;; Zion has one of the most cynical sense of humors out there. He thrives off of sarcasm and finds it to fit his fancy although some don't appreciate it. During the most serious and dire of times Zion will most likely stay quiet, never to offer a suggestion, or will crack a sarcastic joke and state the obvious usually considered really obnoxious to others. His cynical area in his personality can be seen as dark and negative and not as appreciated as it should be. His negative nature can be dated back to his past experiences. The glass was never half full but always almost empty and he never had hope for pretty much anything. He lost hope in himself and never looks forward to anything in fear it will come crashing down, bringing his happiness with it.

Blunt ;; Zion simply says whats on his mind—you're one of the lucky ones if he doesn't and actually considers your feelings. Most of his comments aren't of those that rip one's morale to bits but when extremley angry and seeing a solution while others around him do no, that is when flames will fly. Usually bursting forth like a lethal weapon, his words can penetrate like a human harpoon if he and those around him aren't careful. Zion feels those around him should know his opinions and when they're wrong and most of the time when he feels he's right.

Bipolar ;; Easily described as bipolar, Zion can be very content one minute but then find the most minuscule thing to set his temper off. Zion can be the life of a party, the flirt of the hall, the jokester of the bunch, up until something switches his mood. He can change rather quickly and his mood swings are known to give many whiplash. Even for those who are closest to the large brute still have not yet discovered the things that make Zion tick, they just know to stay clear when they do.
Vain ;; - Along his years of living, Zion has tried so hard not to be egotistical until he became what he didn't want to become. After all the toiling of trying to seem modest and humble he's let thoughts like 'Does no one notice the good deeds I do?' and has become self-appointed the unappreciated one, which enfold lead to thoughts of vanity. He thinks the world is against him and never has much hope for those around him. Without consciously trying he holds himself higher rank then most around him.

Flirt ;; Against all negative odds in this brute's mind he actually has a flirty side but that can also have a cynical nature as well. After loosing his first love and blaming himself, Zion never really believes a female will find him attractive and so he simply flirts to humor his own cynical sense of laughs. He is handsome brute, by orca standards, but never truly finds himself to have have the slightest chance of meeting another orca that will fancy him.

Gentle ;; When not in one of his foul moods Zion can be a kind and gentle soul. He has a giving heart that is sometimes clouded by his own self-pity. He has a strong sense of determination when it comes to protecting calves or loved ones, although they may be rare for Zion, and he will always put others' needs before himself, even if it's done grudgingly.

Observant ;; Zion keeps track of everything around him, every structure, every number of fish in a school simply passing by, silhouettes in the horizon and what are the possibilities they could be certain animals. Many may classify this as paranoia but Zion likes to think of it as self-preservation. Zion can measure changes in current and a change in weather patterns above the surface. The brute also finds other animals are easy to read and can read signals given off to determine how to act around them, although most of the time he can care less. If you're of the lying type, don't do it in front of Zion. He'll know and then with the tick of a mood swing you'll probably be the next duel.

{{History}}

Family: (Family Deceased or Otherwise)
History:

Harsh Beginnings ;; Being born into a pod of 14 whales and being the only male calf, Zion was given high ranking responsibilities at a young age. Because he was the only young and fit male calf in the pod his father asked much from him, his pod did as well. What they didn't give much thought to is the pressure they laid on the poor toddler's back. Zion's father trained him hard and with much brutality. The pod needed a skilled hunter to lead the huntresses and Zion fit the profile. His father and the Pod Lead were getting on in the years and they needed a strong predecessor to spawn healthy calves and hopefully male protectors for the pod's future. Collizion didn't understand the extent of his existence but he sure felt the strain. While the other calves played and frolicked carelessly through the tides and waves his father was teaching him to maneuver and fight. When Zion's mind wandered it was rewarded with a swift nip to the calf's head or dorsal fin. Zion's heart, which was once filled with with the joyous nature a calf is born with, was now filled with hatred and misunderstanding. During the lonely nights his father forced him to sleep alone, in order to further himself from distractions like family and love, he would look through the night skies and just ask 'Why...?'

The Hunter ;; Zion had become the whale his pod had hoped for, but not all things were right. Zion had become unfeeling and emotionless toward his family pod. Throughout the years he had felt used and unappreciated. He gave them no satisfaction of knowing his emotion, instead he did his daily duties and went on his way, doing what was needed to be done for the pod. His father knew his son was no longer there, but the shell of who he once was, and he never blamed himself. In fact, he thought at least the pod got a decent protector while others were to be born the next year. Zion had mastered his skills in hunting and defending his pod and the calves from predators. After spending much time patroling and hunting with a select few females he had actually started to feel for one of them. The first warmth he had felt in his heart for years was now sparking for a young femme named Caita. They had patrolled and hunted for four years and had grown to know eachother well. Zion was unfamiliar with the feeling in his chest but welcomed in either way.

Unfortunate Events ;; Letting his heart take control was a big mistake on Zion's part. He had become so fixated on this femme that held his heart in an iron grasp that he never saw it coming. As the protector of the pod and the only hope for a safe and happy future Zion had become cocky and thought nothing bad would befall his family, that is until the humans came. He couldn't tell if their intentions were bad or good, but either way he wanted them dead or out of his pod's way. Using aggression as his mode of security he thrashed against the trespassing boat that threatened his home. His brute strength was not enough and the land-walkers managed to take three whales including his beloved. As the boat raced away, full with its stolen bounty, Zion ruthlessly pursued it. As he did so he hadn't noticed the pain on his back near his fin. His crazed antics had created a gash near his dorsal fin and the pain sired deep enough that it slowed the brute down. As if the rage that clouded his vision slowly seeped away he had lost his way home, his love, his life. It seemed like months the brute swam and swam, fending off hungry sharks that scented his blood from miles away. As his tired and weak state seemed to grow fragile almost Zion decided to catch at least a tiny seal morsel to keep him going another week. Trying a technique he had learned from his father left behind he had failed and beached himself trying to fetch a meal.

Strangers ;; As Collizion's visionn started to cloud and his body started to dry he heard an uproar from amongst the seals that oddly enough wasn't being caused by him. Collizion saw a human truck come his way and as bad as he wanted to get away his body wouldn't budge. His vision went black. Once the brute was alert again he was swimming in a large "tub" like creating with water from the sea. These humans had taken him in and nursed his wounds. They were kind to him but his feelings of strife didn't change. The brute took the care until they would find the time to let him go. Sooner than later that time finally came and Zion was on the back of a water vehicle in the middle of an ocean that was not his own. Strength had returned to him and he knew he could finally take on anything this ocean had in store for him...What he didn't expect was the hoard of Dissenters and Creeds that tried to recruit him. He stands firm in his neutrality and never tires of fighting off Dissenters.

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OOC Name: Ray
Gender: Female
Other Characters: N/A
Where did you hear about us?: I made YOU!!
Secret Word: Survive