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Rebel

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Symphony

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[.:|General Information|:.]
Full Name: Rebel
Alias: Re
Title: High Alpha
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Species: Wolf
Breed: Hybrid [WolfxFox]
Personality: He is mainly a very dominate male, always striving to be better than the rest. Hence he loves to fight, though always thinks things through and is very tactical. He puts himself above everyone else, though he is very well mannered and polite. He loves to start new conversations, especially other wolves. Though if he finds someone of interest and takes a liking to them, hes a great friend to have.
Description: Rebel has white fur with black tattoos that move almost like good fighting evil. They tend to balance each other out, though depending on his mood or train of thought, the black in his fur could overtake the white. In height his shoulder comes up to about 4 feet while in length he is close to 7 feet.

[.:|Outside Relationships|:.]
Occupation: None
Position: Alpha-like, God
Alliance: Neutral
Companion/Pet: None
Owner/Master: None
Mentor: None
Apprentice: None
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: None
Marital Status: Single
Offspring: None

[.:|Heath + Skills|:.]
Abilities:
[-]Levitation
[-]Giving, taking life depending on jurisdiction
[-]Controlling, creating the element Ice
[-]Subjected to change
Disabilities:
[-]Anger issues
[-]Subjected to change
Claw Strength:
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Balance:
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Strength:
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Bite Strength:
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Muscular Build:
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Mentality:Stable
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Intelligence:
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[.:|History|:.]
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Rebel's Story

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Dakota would furrow her brows, her meager attempt to stop the creature not working, and as the monster began its rage, she would close her eyes, her dark brown hair floating up around her as her eyes flashed open, a sun colored orange.

She would then flash out her hand, moving her fingers in a way as if to cup a ball and using the other to form a shield around the front of the creature. These would form force fields that would prevent Braze from destroying the bar and all of its inhabitants for the most part. Though it would also save the counter and the bottles from exploding, and instead the bar counter would remain untouched.

Meanwhile a silver like haze had formed around her and everything she was protecting, almost as if it disappeared in a mist.

The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to The Hidden Glen

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Amongst the trees, a rather large wolf had been walking toward the beautiful glen, makings its way into the dark forest, or at least he was until he felt the ground begin to shake. He would release a soft growl, hopping straight into the tree from the hard ground below, and then swiftly jumping from one tree to the next, until he was at the edge of the glen. Before him was a magnificent sight in all forms, though the aspect of having to come into combat with the creature made him feel the urgency to take flight.

Revel would lean forward on the branch he was on before jumping down onto the soft grass below. He looked upward toward the dragon, keeping his head held high and letting his tail slowly wag near the forest floor. The black tattoos on his body would slowly seem to sway as if alive, the wolfs black mane blowing in an unseen wind. His white eyes would search the dragons before he spoke.

Hello.
he would speak plainly, though his maw did not move in the least, his voice filled the clearing, full of a hidden dominance and a sense of power that is formed over many years of living.

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The wolf, small in comparison to the dragon, would release a soft growl, the same black markings on his fur would spark off of his fur softly before he jumped from the ground, hovering in mid air near the dragons head, hence so that he wouldn't need to look up very far. Though the wolf itself was a god of sorts, though from another world entirely, it was true, most of the time he wouldn't stand a chance against this massive dragon.

Why, that's not very nice at all.
he would say, pulling his ears back sharply and sitting down in the air, the black tattoos that roamed his body slipping off of his flanks, and forming a seat at his paws, though his original tattoos remained the same. He would tilt his head off to the side, his tail slowly moving along the blackness.

The names Rebel. Your own?
he would say, his maw continuing to not move as he spoke, though his voice continued to fill the clearing.

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The wolf seemed unfazed by the miniature tornadoes of glass that formed under the great dragons wings. Rebel would dip his head to the dragon, taking one of his front paws and bending it toward his chest, in the best bow he could do. Looking back up, his voice would ring out across the clearing once more.

How pleased I am to have met such a rare breed. Though I have to say, does it not get lonely being the only one of your kind?
he would ask, tiling his head off to the side in a question as his paw returned to its original position.

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Rebel would nod, all to knowingly understanding what the dragon was saying. He flickered his ear, turning around to see, out of the forest border, a large buck appear, all to unknowingly too close to the dragon. Though most animals would run and flee from the smell of the dragon, with the scent of the god-like wolf around, most of them came to see what was happening. It was rare for Rebel to come near any forest, and this buck proved it.

Unfortunately, this buck has also seen its last days, and within a second the wolf was on the ground and running toward the kill. He would then pull up at the last second, launching himself onto the bucks back and biting down on the bucks back, crushing its spine in a savage bite and bringing it down to the ground. He would then go after its neck, delivering the bite that would render it lifeless, and pretty soon it stopped kicking and moving, its eyes going white as it died, though the wolf remained unharmed by any of its futile attacks to try and spear the wolf on its antlers useless against the god-like creature.

Though after a second Rebel would look up at Xenix, his white eyes gleaming with the thrill of the hunt.
I know the feeling all to well. It seems that I am the only one of my kind as far as I am concerned.
the sound of someone sighing would fill the air, though the wolf had already dug into its fresh kill.

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Rebel would look up, licking his maw clean of the blood and letting out a whimper. He would look down, casting his white gaze away from the dragon with a deep sigh.

You are blessed to have had a family at all old one. If I had the jurisdiction I would give you your life back, though I am afraid it is not my place to do so. I have never made a mate or pups of my own, and being a wolf without a pack you must know the feeling. Its horrid to not have a family, in all aspects.
his voice would ring out through the clearing, the tattoos along his back forming together until he was almost completely black, it seemed as though the white and black were fighting for control, just like good and bad. If there wasn't a balance, things could go wrong.

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Rebel growled sharply, even though the prospect sparked hope in himself. He would look up from his position on the ground, laying one paw over his kill protectively.
But would that be a life at all? To be made to be anothers mate? If so, would this creature even have free will? A mind of her own?
he questioned the dragons theory, his ears pulled back sharply and shis teeth showing in the slightest.

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The wolf would turn his head away from Xenix, his ears laying flat against his skull.
I have entered godship. Might you take me to this fellow? I would like to meet him.
he would say, his ears flying forward as he looked back to the dragon. He stood up from his sitting position, looking toward the forest as his pelt resumed its original tattooed form, each color balancing out the other.

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Rebel would step forward toward the dark portal, leaning his head down as the black figure that was cloaked in flames stepped through, his white eyes locked on the ground that the man stepped on. He would raise his head to the fellow for a second before pulling his paw to his chest, leaning down so that his chest almost touched the ground, though his hind stayed in the air. His voice would then ring out among the trees,
Hello, I am Rebel. I have heard that you hold powers that can grant me another of my kind.
he would say, speaking rather bluntly though his tone still held the dominance that it always carried. He kept his gaze on the ground for a second longer before standing up in his original position, his gaze locking on that of the man.

He was a rather large wolf, and compared to man standards, his shoulder rose to over four feet, making him nearly half the size of a human man, or bigger at times.

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The wolf lifted his head up, sitting down in front of the man, keeping his head raised high and letting his tail slowly stop its wagging as he let his gaze fall upon the man in front of him, the power that reeked from the god-like personnel in front of him nearly sent his senses over the edge, though he kept his calm.

If I was to wish for another of my kind, would thy have free will and a mind of thy own? Not a creature created from mere science along but blessed with the traits of a real being?
he would ask, his ears tilted back slightly as his voice filled the clearing, his maw still unmoving.

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Rebel would hesitate for a moment, his ears arched backwards. What was the worst that might happen? Another of his kind whom he did not like, he could merely kill. Against all odds he reached up his paw, the markings along his fur shifting from white to black, an endless battle of the two.

He then let his paw fall into the claws Baron Goldheart, turning his head away and casting his eyes down in the process with his ears laid flat against his skull.
ตนเองของพระองค์อวยพรให้ฉันโชคดี
he spoke in a language not known to many, his voice almost as silent as the wind when it rustles the leaves. In this instant his maw moved, forming the odd words, his voice like that of a breeze.

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The mixture of emotions filled Rebel as he saw Narella open her eyes for the first time. I was almost like having a child, having a pup, except for another being had been born, another of himself. He would release a soft growl, backing up a tad to give her room. Making sure that she knew who was dominate, he would let his fur lay down as he backed up, his head going to the ground in one swift movement. He sniffed at the ground around her, she smelt almost the exact opposite of himself.

Hello, new one.
he would say, not having yet given her a name, yet he already had one planned. His ears pulled back sharply, waiting for her reply. When he spoke, his maw moved for once, instead of the usual yet creepy way that he spoke to all, without using his voice. His voice was filled with that of dominance, yet a hidden joy of seeing another of his kind.

The tattoos along his fur moved swiftly on their own, good fighting evil though evil was beginning to have the upper hand, seeing as he was filled with the natural urge to make sure that she knew who was the dominate one, that she knew who was Alpha. Though at the same time he felt the urge to protect her, to shield her from the world and to never let a thing hurt her. These feelings were rather hard to cope with, and forced him to choose whether or not to hurt her, to protect her or to attack her.

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Rebel raised his head from the ground, towering over her and letting his ears pull forward and rest in their original upright position. His features would relate to one that of calmness, though they were also dominant, wise, and above all else, god-like. He kept his calm, tilting his head off to the side at her motions, though it was only slightly and it returned to normal in a second.

He sat down, trying to look less overpowering, less dominant. He wanted her to speak, to hear this creatures voice. Did it have a soul like the man promised? A mind of its own and a personality that matched that of the god it was destined to be? The thoughts raced through his mind as he lowered his head softly, his ears flicking forward to hear her answer, if she was to give one.

Welcome to the world as we know it. I am Rebel, you were created in my image to be another of my kind. I give you the name Narella. Do you understand me young one?
he would ask, standing back up and leaning his head down so that it was level with her own. His long lush tail would sway to and fro like that of a dogs, signaling above all else, happiness, joy.

He did not wish to only be her Alpha, but for her to guide along side of him as his Alphaess, though how could he wish for such if he had hardly met her? His snowy sky blue eyes stayed locked on her, never wavering even as animals, squirrels, rabbits, badgers, deer, and several other forms of wildlife surrounded the edge of the clearing, staying hidden for the most part.

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They had all come to see the Gods speak, to see the rulers of the forest, the newly formed pair that would be the new leaders in most aspects. Though this was one main reason why Rebel ceased to stay near the forest, to stay near his home. These creatures obeyed his every will, they would die for him in a heartbeat. Though when your a hungry wolf searching for food, and the prey doesn't even flinch when you attack it, well, it takes the fun out of the game.

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The wolf would puff out his chest softly, following a sigh that seemed to make the trees around him rustle in discomfort. He nodded softly, his tail still slowly moving on the ground as he stood up and beckoned with his muzzle to the surrounding lands, turning away from the new God and to the forest boundary. His long tail would waver near the forest floor, ceasing in its wagging as his voice moved through the trees, echoing off of the surface of the earth itself.

Yes, your name is Narella. This world we live in, it is Divine in most aspects though its creatures are ours to behold, except that of man.
he would say, and as if on cue thhe man would drop out of the tree, falling to the ground and crawling at the dirt, savage in most aspects.

The God would let out a harsh growl, its sound causing the forest's noises to go silent, all except his voice. The birds ceased in their singing, the wind seemed to stop tickling the trees branches, and the skitter and scurry of ground creatures would all stop. The God would let out a smokey bark, pacing toward the wounded individual. He was mostly angered, because this meanin

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The wolf would puff out his chest softly, following a sigh that seemed to make the trees around him rustle in discomfort. He nodded softly, his tail still slowly moving on the ground as he stood up and beckoned with his muzzle to the surrounding lands, turning away from the new God and to the forest boundary. His long tail would waver near the forest floor, ceasing in its wagging as his voice moved through the trees, echoing off of the surface of the earth itself.

Yes, your name is Narella. This world we live in, it is Divine in most aspects though its creatures are ours to behold, except that of man
he would say, and as if on cue the man would drop out of the tree, falling to the ground and crawling at the dirt, savage in most aspects.

The God would let out a harsh growl, its sound causing the forest's noises to go silent, all except his voice. The birds ceased in their singing, the wind seemed to stop tickling the trees branches, and the skitter and scurry of ground creatures would all stop. The God would let out a smokey bark, pacing toward the wounded individual.

He was mostly angered, because this meaning that he had been interrupted, and this being would most likely scare Narella, which put him further on edge. He would pace forward, coming closer to one known as
General Maelik.

Why is thy wounded?
he would ask, rather bluntly. Though unlike while he was talking to Narella, his maw didn't move when he spoke, and it came from somewhere in the air, never seeming to come from one exact position. His black paws would shift to white, almost his entire body doing so as his paws began to glow a harsh blue, placing a paw on the wounded man as he began to heal him. This mostly was out of his jurisdiction, but it was against the wolfs better nature to let someone weaker them himself suffer.

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Rebel || The flicker of ghostly white eyes could be made out through the darkened ally way that separated Gambit's Bar from its nearby neighbors. The loud slam of a trash-can falling over could be heard, the lid to the now empty bin rolling noiselessly through the ally way and finally to the street, where it met its end at the curb. A set of rough black paws stopped it in it's tracks, holding it still upright before letting it fall to the ground.

The wolf was carrying himself with a look of honor, the white markings that covered his fur flickering around, a constant struggle between black and white, good and evil, that occurred on his body, each moving against each other in a struggle to win over the wolf. Though, he held them at bay as he began moving once again, taking each step forward with the precaution that came with being raised wild, during years when Man didn't exist and animals ruled the land. This wolf was ageless it seemed, and divine in nearly all aspects. As he continued to walk, the lid that he had left behind froze in its spot, frost building up around its edges before the white mist consumed it, and it became nothing but a block of ice.

The wolf continued walking, his trot steady, muscles moving with ease under his thick pelt. The large canine soon came to a halt near the double doors of Gambit's Bar. The structure seemed to still be standing, after all these years. The hot-spot for anything that ever happened it seemed. The large skull of the canine ducked down, his shoulders raising up as he sniffed the air with caution, smelling the delicious meats, and also the scent of humans. He paced back and forth, head low and tail erect, back and forth pat the door, before he pushed his shoulder up against the swinging door and pushed his way in. Rebel, was his name. A god-like figure in some wolf cultures. His shoulders rose to four feet tall, as he stretched up his head to look out across the bar patrons.

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Rebel || A snarl could be heard coming from the door that led into the wondrous Gambit's Bar. Though, the door that separated the bar inhabitants from the rough outside world, and the even rougher ally way, burst open as if blow from a bomb. However, said door remained in tact, for now.

The wolf that lumbered out of the now wide-open door, had a pelt of nearly all black, the little bit of white that remained fighting to regain control again. Obviously, the creature was mad. He hopped from the stairs that led from the door to the asphalt in one small jump, leaving soft imprints of ice in the form of paws as he did so. Though, the large creature had yet to calm down.

He threw his head to the side, anger contorting his features into that of a snarl, his glassy white eyes glaring at the trash-can near by. The god took in a breath, and the door slammed shut with an audible whistle of air being blown in its path.

The wolf stood up on its back legs, placing both front paws on the trash can's lid. He pulled himself up with ease, almost effortless as he sat down on the lid, still having enough room on the large bin. The place stunk of rotting food, and the ground was covered in crushed glass. The wolf was majestic, out of place in the city. But, he would have to learn to cope until he found his way out of the twisting paths.

Stupid mangy humans. They have no respect for greater beings at all!
[color=gray] he growled, though his maw didn't open to speak, the words filled the air around him, coming from no where and everywhere at once. But, this wolf was a creature of intelligence! Surely, a mere human could not place a god-like beast in such an angry position!

But they had, they had angered him to nearly the core. The white markings on his body were beginning to win the war once again. His pelt was a place of war at all times, black and white, chaos and the greater good, pinned against each other.[Continued][/c

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Rebel || [Continued] - Though, a balanced seemed to settle once more, his markings going back to their original places, though still ever moving against one another.

His ebony claws scraped against the metal of the trash can as he stood up, walking noiselessly now, back and forth, pacing. His head hung low, ears drawn back, and his tail still as he moved. He could be known to be thinking, or even debating whether or not to go back in the bar. Though, only Rebel would know what he was thinking. His mind traveling from one thought to another like wild-fire, never settling and always moving. He stopped and turned, looking down each side of the ally-way before sitting down once again, glaring at both sides, undecided. [Finished.]

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Rebel || The wolf's ears shot up, finally a creature of intelligence! Or, at least he hoped. He stood up, his head raised high as he tucked his right paw to his chest and bent his body forward, a bow, some could call it. But, a formal sign of respect in any part of the world. Standing back up he looked the dragon over once, before his voice rang clear in the air around them, though once again, the wolf's maw didn't open. He never spoke, in his true voice, unless speaking to his own kind.

It could hardly be amounted to bad, horrid fits more nicely.
he scoffed, tossing his head to the side as if laughing.
Thou could call me Rebel. Might I ask of your name?


The wolf sat down once again, ears perked up to hear the dragon's reply, if there was one at all. The look of anger on his features had been replaced with mere curiosity. Though, his stance showed power under such a nice mask of honest respect. His head was tilted slightly to the side, though not by much. Such a shift in movement meant more in the wolf world than in human's lives. His white eyes stayed locked on the creature before him, never wavering. Though, his ears moved almost constantly, taking in the sounds of the ally-way.

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Rebel || The canine's eyes darted to Tagashuhl's neck the instant it was shown, noticing it not only as a sign of respect, but of the beast before him recognizing his power. Rebel sat up a tad taller, his shoulders rolling as he did so before he laid down, his paws out in front of him, and his head still raised. Majestic, some could call him. Untamed, in all aspects. Though, he seemed to hold himself highly, amongst other creatures, he showed every single one of them respect, as he knew was the custom since time began, all of those many years ago.

He ducked his head a little low in question as Tagashuhl mentioned his anger. He turned his head away from the beast, as was accustomed in the way of wolves. To not anger another by the look in one's eyes, you look away. Respect some would call it, disrespect most would name it.
Humans, they have no respect for beast's these days. Little do they know, they once were the subject of our meat and it was their blood that ran from our jaws.
he turned his head back toward the dragon, still never parting his maw.

When he heard the voice of the dragon in his head, he nodded softly
A practice that takes some time to master, I must say. Though, some could say it comes with the Higher Celestial.
[/color=gray] he spoke of his heavenly stature like it was a mere fact, while most would be surprised. Some, might not even realize what he was speaking of.

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Water is a powerful element. I have a knack for it as well.
his voice rang out around him once again before he pushed himself to a sitting position, raising up his paw as first, ice formed in his paw, seemingly appearing from thin air before a small mound of snow was in his paw. Soon, it turned to water, and a small orb of it hung in the air above his paw.