WhiplashThe Misunderstood
Full Name: Austin
Nickname: Whiplash Gender: Male
Status: Taken |
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Name: Austin
Origin: N/A Meaning: N/A Nickname(s): Whiplash Gender: Male
Mate: Sorrow Age: N/A
Birthday: October 31st Horoscope: Scorpio Height: 4' 1"
Weight: 146lbs |
Alignment: TBD
MBTI: TBD Theme Song
Monster
Imagine Dragons |
Third Eye Power
His third eye power is the power of necromancy. Lives
Primary Facility: TBD
In a dark forest in a large cave-like burrow. Physique
Physique Solid build with six powerful legs. They are muscular yet built for running. His tail is about as long as his body if not longer with an extra piece if metal tubing to make sure he keeps his tail together. He also has 19 eyes. 13 on his head and three on each of his first forelegs. 12 of those eyes are more or less normal while 7 of them hold his 3rd eye power. He has bangs covering most of the right side of his face. His screen is shattered from a fight in his teenage years leaving it black with static randomly showing on the screen in quick flashes. One of his notable features is his large fin running along the entirety of his back. This fin can collapse down and tends to help portray emotion. On the fin depicts images of who he's thinking of, their past, present or even in rare cases close future. Depending on how hard he's thinking or how well he remembers the fin will be more detailed or more vague with the silhouettes. He has two sets of horns, his larger ones that turn upward and the smaller inner ones. His grate has tape covering it. It too is dysfunctional. There is shorting circuits causing the valve to randomly open and close and sparks to form. Since the valve is usually closed the sparks from the circuiting travel up his throat and causes him to breath out embers. His tongue and mouth were built for this or at lease became ok with it because it's resistant to heat, In fact his tongue is almost like a glowing ember itself, burning almost everything it touches. |
Special Skills and Abilities
Special Skills
Unknown Special Abilities Other than his 3rd eye power of Necromancy he can make the images on his fin dance. He also has wonderful vision and great peripherals so it's nearly impossible to sneak up on him while he's awake. His extra set of legs makes him an excellent sprinter as well when it comes to endurance. |
Disabilities and Weaknesses
Disabilities
None Mental Problems
Whiplash has an incredibly low self-esteem and self worth which drives his want to fit into society. He tends to have depression but overall his confidence in himself is lacking. Physical Weaknesses
Due to the position of his horns his ears cannot go completely up causing him to have a lower ability to hear and pinpoint sound. Allergies He has a pollen allergy that he inherited from his dad. He will always sneeze if he sniffs flowers. |
Personality
Although I can be a monster I really don't know who I am, what path I should take. Others want me to be a monster and so I just might but I'm not evil, just troubled, misguided. I'm just waiting for someone to realize that.
I'm both loyal to others but also can be loyal to a cause. I'm also protective of the things I love as I don't have that many so if you have any intent on harming or damaging them you can be that the monster you think I am will come out. Overall though I believe I'm fair to others. I will do unto others what they do unto me. If the attack me and hate me, I will make you my enemy. If you are kind to me I will be your loyal friend.
In the end if I could describe myself with an object, I'd describe myself as a mirror. I reflect back what you want me to be and what you are yourself. Because of this since society wants me to be a monster I tend to be that way, scaring others and reinforcing their thoughts and beliefs.
I'm both loyal to others but also can be loyal to a cause. I'm also protective of the things I love as I don't have that many so if you have any intent on harming or damaging them you can be that the monster you think I am will come out. Overall though I believe I'm fair to others. I will do unto others what they do unto me. If the attack me and hate me, I will make you my enemy. If you are kind to me I will be your loyal friend.
In the end if I could describe myself with an object, I'd describe myself as a mirror. I reflect back what you want me to be and what you are yourself. Because of this since society wants me to be a monster I tend to be that way, scaring others and reinforcing their thoughts and beliefs.
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Likes & Dislikes
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Strengths & Weaknesses
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Dreams & Fears
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LikesHis Spirits
Sorrow
Being Alone
Midnight
Winter
Rock Music
Fire
Outdoors
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DislikesOther's View of Him
Pythia
Large Groups
Bright Summer Days
Prolonged Heat
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StrengthsHeightened Sight
Speed
Stealth
Determination
Powerful
Passionate
Sorrow
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WeaknessesLow Self Worth
Tends to Hold Grudges
Forceful
Secretive
Down-Turned Ears
Sorrow
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History
Early Life
I don't remember much of my early life, what I do remember however is how happy I was. I was the fourth spark of the litter and with a lot of "birth defects" otherwise known as mutations. My family didn't know if I would make it. When I was young no one perceived me as a monster like they do today. I was thought of as small and frail. They loved me when I was young. They were gentle and kind to me. Others wanted to be around me because I was quite charasmatic. I had friends, playmates, everything normal in most sparks' lives. It all changed though when my powers started to manifest.
I was still a child when my powers started working. Most hazards have a rough patch trying to ace their gifts, I was no different. I didn't understand them. It was almost as though I could walk another realm. The spirit realm. It was so new to me, so overwhelming. The spirits danced above me a beautiful waltz in the brilliantly colored night sky. This is also about the time I started having spirits swirling around me, asking for my help. Spirits don't communicate to anyone, but they did with me since I realized I had the power of necromancy.
I was able to communicate with the deseased, to talk to them, to understand them in their confusion. Many hazard cats were nervous about my gifts, such strong powers, I needed a master to teach me the art so we searched and found one.
Meeting Pythia
My mother thought that learning from Pythia would help me master my skills and channel them to do good in the society like she does. We went out to her homeland and I was taken in as her apprentice. I was her very first one so as you can imagine it started off pretty rocky as we learned from each other. She taught me almost everything I know.
At first Pythia welcomed me in and I became her prized student. She didn't know what I'd become or at least she didn't see it at first. Gradually the idea of me turning began to haunt her mind, our once completely trusting sessions turned into each other being weary. Our relationship started to deteriorate. I realized society, judging, doubt tainted even her, someone I trusted to accept me. Someone I looked up to since I was young. Then if nothing could get any worse Pythia got a prophecy.
I remember it vividly. It said I was doomed to fail, doomed to a fate of evil. Or at least I thought it did at the time and apparently she did too. Nevertheless that prophecy changed my life forever.
She turned on me as if I hadn't spent my entire childhood, my teenage years with her learning from her. It was nothing to her. It broke the last chance of me being good. She fulfilled the prophecy.
Almost after the prophecy was said she turned on me and hissed. "It was all for nothing!" she growled her two normal eyes now glaring at me. She lunged and I sidestepped still confused. "I should have seen the signs. I should have known you would be a monster!" She spat lunging again. This time though she hit me. Almost all of that force in her jump landed on my screen and it shattered. I roared in pain, sparks flying everywhere before shoving her off. I got up and stumbled, my once beautiful screen lighted with a battery was now inoperable. It was entirely dark except for the random burst of static once in a while. It is said that cats with static are more dangerous than those without, I definitely felt more dangerous after that. One of the sparks I spit up caught onto the grasslands she called home creating a blazing fire between us. I remember hissing "I will never forget this!" before turning and taking off away from where Pythia called home. I don't know what Pythia was planning to do if this fight continued on but I really didn't want to find out.
Lonely Times Ahead
Now I was completely alone, I was still a teen, be it almost adult but nonetheless. The forest felt dark and cold like my now betrayed heart. I felt alone. I felt empty. All this pent up anger, all this depression was about to explode. I let it release. It brought me to a dark place in life.
My rather dysfunctional grate has caused side effects allowing the sparking. Wiring was the cause, short circuiting the mechanism to open and close the valve in my grate so I can breathe normally. The side effect had caused me to spit up some of those sparks upon breathing out of my mouth. My warm glowing orange tongue doesn't burn. It's as hot as they are. I found it fun to try to get at least one of the sparks to light something ablaze, and this destructive love grew. Suddenly once small fires became bonfires and forest fires, blazing through everything in it's path, consuming the forest like loneliness was consuming me. Granted I had my wispy spirits, I've had them for a while now. They keep me from going completely insane.
The spirits that keep me company are as confused and alone as I am now. They are in what's called limbo, not of this plane but cannot reach the spirit one. They did not complete their task in the realm of the living so are stuck until they are either helped to cross or find some way to complete their task. I'm their help. The spirits that are stuck with me are the ones who have no idea what to do whatsoever and so are stuck with me forever or at least until they figure out what to do. They are drawn to me. I am after all a necromancer. They are the only thing that understand me, at least until I met Sorrow.
Befriending Sorrow
Sorrow was different. She was like me in some ways. Her power caused her pain as mine gave me. She can control and access wifi. With this gift comes great sorrow as it did to her as she could have all the internet at her paws, all the knowledge just one thought away, all the pain and suffering of the news right there, pounding in her head. The loss, the sadness, all accessible. If that wasn't worse she could tap into thoughts of all the hazards that rely on wifi. It was a curse to her. We both shared a curse.
We met rather close to her cave. She preferred sleeping during the day and adventuring out in the dark. I was lurking in the shadows of a forest that surrounds the cave when I heard rustling. I'm usually the one trying to sneak up on others not the other way around. I turned just as she caught me off guard and I landed on my side. "Who are you?" She demanded, a small moth fluttering around her tail. She wasn't scared of me. That was a first, in fact if anyone was scared it was me. We were about the same size but I've never had someone be like that around me. I stared into her questioning eyes. "Whiplash." I muttered. She looked at me cautiously. "What are you doing here?" I shrugged. She must not have been older than me, in fact it looked like they were about the same age. Her tail swished sideways in thought. "The sun is almost up, you must be tired. You may stay in my cave for one night or leave immediately." She must have been weary of me and why wouldn't she be, I was a complete stranger in her territory. No one was as kind to me as her though. I chose the former. Her cave was rather beautiful, lined with all manners of trinkets and shiny objects. it felt like home. That was one of the best sleeps I've ever had.
The next evening she got up to watch the sun sink below the horizon before proceeding to find me a place to call my home. it took us about three nights to find it but there was small, dark cave just outside of her territory. She let me stop by her place though whenever I'd like. She made me feel welcome in the world. I finally had a place to call my own. It was perfect. It was in the deep woods so it felt like night time the entire day. It was quiet. It was peaceful. I was so grateful.
I tended to visit her often and we became very close. She made me happy. She was kind to me and didn't care about my past. She listened. she cared. That's all I ever wanted. When I'm with her I have a softer side I don't show society. I have an outer shell toward others to protect myself from hurt that society gives me but I'm not evil, just persuaded by society and the rule they give me. Persuaded by my past hurt and my future life.
This is basically where I'm at in my life. Just about anything goes from now on.
I don't remember much of my early life, what I do remember however is how happy I was. I was the fourth spark of the litter and with a lot of "birth defects" otherwise known as mutations. My family didn't know if I would make it. When I was young no one perceived me as a monster like they do today. I was thought of as small and frail. They loved me when I was young. They were gentle and kind to me. Others wanted to be around me because I was quite charasmatic. I had friends, playmates, everything normal in most sparks' lives. It all changed though when my powers started to manifest.
I was still a child when my powers started working. Most hazards have a rough patch trying to ace their gifts, I was no different. I didn't understand them. It was almost as though I could walk another realm. The spirit realm. It was so new to me, so overwhelming. The spirits danced above me a beautiful waltz in the brilliantly colored night sky. This is also about the time I started having spirits swirling around me, asking for my help. Spirits don't communicate to anyone, but they did with me since I realized I had the power of necromancy.
I was able to communicate with the deseased, to talk to them, to understand them in their confusion. Many hazard cats were nervous about my gifts, such strong powers, I needed a master to teach me the art so we searched and found one.
Meeting Pythia
My mother thought that learning from Pythia would help me master my skills and channel them to do good in the society like she does. We went out to her homeland and I was taken in as her apprentice. I was her very first one so as you can imagine it started off pretty rocky as we learned from each other. She taught me almost everything I know.
At first Pythia welcomed me in and I became her prized student. She didn't know what I'd become or at least she didn't see it at first. Gradually the idea of me turning began to haunt her mind, our once completely trusting sessions turned into each other being weary. Our relationship started to deteriorate. I realized society, judging, doubt tainted even her, someone I trusted to accept me. Someone I looked up to since I was young. Then if nothing could get any worse Pythia got a prophecy.
I remember it vividly. It said I was doomed to fail, doomed to a fate of evil. Or at least I thought it did at the time and apparently she did too. Nevertheless that prophecy changed my life forever.
She turned on me as if I hadn't spent my entire childhood, my teenage years with her learning from her. It was nothing to her. It broke the last chance of me being good. She fulfilled the prophecy.
Almost after the prophecy was said she turned on me and hissed. "It was all for nothing!" she growled her two normal eyes now glaring at me. She lunged and I sidestepped still confused. "I should have seen the signs. I should have known you would be a monster!" She spat lunging again. This time though she hit me. Almost all of that force in her jump landed on my screen and it shattered. I roared in pain, sparks flying everywhere before shoving her off. I got up and stumbled, my once beautiful screen lighted with a battery was now inoperable. It was entirely dark except for the random burst of static once in a while. It is said that cats with static are more dangerous than those without, I definitely felt more dangerous after that. One of the sparks I spit up caught onto the grasslands she called home creating a blazing fire between us. I remember hissing "I will never forget this!" before turning and taking off away from where Pythia called home. I don't know what Pythia was planning to do if this fight continued on but I really didn't want to find out.
Lonely Times Ahead
Now I was completely alone, I was still a teen, be it almost adult but nonetheless. The forest felt dark and cold like my now betrayed heart. I felt alone. I felt empty. All this pent up anger, all this depression was about to explode. I let it release. It brought me to a dark place in life.
My rather dysfunctional grate has caused side effects allowing the sparking. Wiring was the cause, short circuiting the mechanism to open and close the valve in my grate so I can breathe normally. The side effect had caused me to spit up some of those sparks upon breathing out of my mouth. My warm glowing orange tongue doesn't burn. It's as hot as they are. I found it fun to try to get at least one of the sparks to light something ablaze, and this destructive love grew. Suddenly once small fires became bonfires and forest fires, blazing through everything in it's path, consuming the forest like loneliness was consuming me. Granted I had my wispy spirits, I've had them for a while now. They keep me from going completely insane.
The spirits that keep me company are as confused and alone as I am now. They are in what's called limbo, not of this plane but cannot reach the spirit one. They did not complete their task in the realm of the living so are stuck until they are either helped to cross or find some way to complete their task. I'm their help. The spirits that are stuck with me are the ones who have no idea what to do whatsoever and so are stuck with me forever or at least until they figure out what to do. They are drawn to me. I am after all a necromancer. They are the only thing that understand me, at least until I met Sorrow.
Befriending Sorrow
Sorrow was different. She was like me in some ways. Her power caused her pain as mine gave me. She can control and access wifi. With this gift comes great sorrow as it did to her as she could have all the internet at her paws, all the knowledge just one thought away, all the pain and suffering of the news right there, pounding in her head. The loss, the sadness, all accessible. If that wasn't worse she could tap into thoughts of all the hazards that rely on wifi. It was a curse to her. We both shared a curse.
We met rather close to her cave. She preferred sleeping during the day and adventuring out in the dark. I was lurking in the shadows of a forest that surrounds the cave when I heard rustling. I'm usually the one trying to sneak up on others not the other way around. I turned just as she caught me off guard and I landed on my side. "Who are you?" She demanded, a small moth fluttering around her tail. She wasn't scared of me. That was a first, in fact if anyone was scared it was me. We were about the same size but I've never had someone be like that around me. I stared into her questioning eyes. "Whiplash." I muttered. She looked at me cautiously. "What are you doing here?" I shrugged. She must not have been older than me, in fact it looked like they were about the same age. Her tail swished sideways in thought. "The sun is almost up, you must be tired. You may stay in my cave for one night or leave immediately." She must have been weary of me and why wouldn't she be, I was a complete stranger in her territory. No one was as kind to me as her though. I chose the former. Her cave was rather beautiful, lined with all manners of trinkets and shiny objects. it felt like home. That was one of the best sleeps I've ever had.
The next evening she got up to watch the sun sink below the horizon before proceeding to find me a place to call my home. it took us about three nights to find it but there was small, dark cave just outside of her territory. She let me stop by her place though whenever I'd like. She made me feel welcome in the world. I finally had a place to call my own. It was perfect. It was in the deep woods so it felt like night time the entire day. It was quiet. It was peaceful. I was so grateful.
I tended to visit her often and we became very close. She made me happy. She was kind to me and didn't care about my past. She listened. she cared. That's all I ever wanted. When I'm with her I have a softer side I don't show society. I have an outer shell toward others to protect myself from hurt that society gives me but I'm not evil, just persuaded by society and the rule they give me. Persuaded by my past hurt and my future life.
This is basically where I'm at in my life. Just about anything goes from now on.
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