Argo Banks

Intro

• Basic Info

  • Name: Argo Banks
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: TranslucentFlesh
  • NICKNAME: Argy
  • RACE: Wolf/Shifter
  • SPECIES: Grey Wolf (Canis Lupus), also known as the ‘Timber Wolf’
  • RANK: Alpha -He is the main one in control and sets the laws of his pack. They are not required to hunt with the pack, but most normally do. They demand respect and are in the position to exile, banish, or even kill those who do not show it. Though it is rare, this position can be challenged and if the challenger wins the fight than the challenger, being the new alpha, can do what he/she pleases with the previous leaders.
  • AGE: 10,000
  • ETHNCITIY: Canadian
  • RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
  • HEIGHT: 6'3''
  • WEIGHT: 155lbs

• Personality & Behavior

  Argo is extremely cold toward those he is not familiar with or those outside of his circle due to trust issues. He can be difficult to deal with if you’re new to his circle but can warm up to a person easily once trust is gained. Along with being standoffish, he tends to be a lot more hotheaded than most. He tends to lose control of his temper when not taken seriously or questioned for his actions. Argo is an extremely stubborn individual who will put his family and loved ones before himself. On a general basis, he has a distinct ability to solve issues within groups of people. He tends to ignore his own personal feelings by taking an outside viewpoint in any situation. Argo is extremely possessive of his friends and family, he also can become possessive over his own personal territory. Argo can sometimes come off as a loner to battle his own gloomy thoughts.

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  The Canis Lupus are known to use a variety of vocal and non-verbal forms of communication within their pack. They are very dependent upon their social group and do all they can to maintain it. They can be aggressive towards other wolf packs, often using howling to inform them not to come into their established territory.
  They will heavily mark their territory with urine and scents that they make in their body. Rolling around on the ground and rubbing against trees helps them to be able to release these scents. It can be very difficult for young Canis Lupus's to find their own habitat out there in the wild. The Canis Lupus is able to adapt to a variety of surroundings. As long as they can find food and they have a large habitat to move around in they seem to do very well. They are known to live in regions that include mountains, plains, deserts, grasslands, and even some urban locations. They are found throughout Northern America. Unfortunately, the span of an area that these wolves used to know has been drastically reduced. The fact that humans continue to move into their territory means they are fighting for the rights to less and less space out there in the wild. As a result of this, some locations that used to be well known for the Canis Lupus now have very few or none at all.

• Abilities

  General abilities; Stealth, quick healing, night vision, incredible strength, speed.
  Special Abilities; Petrification - the power to transform matter into stone. The technique of Mineral Manipulation. Variation of Earth Transmutation. Example; he can turn any object or being into stone.
  

  Stealth; cautious and surreptitious action or movement.

  Quick Recovery; open wounds heal faster than the average being.

  Night Eyes; the ability to see in the dark (eyes glow within darkness).

  Strength; incredible muscle mass which plays into the ability to bench over 5,000 pounds.

• Biography

  All I can remember is the way the blades of grass collapsed under my tiny paws, burying them into the unearthed soil. My claws were unkept and broken by the time I had escaped my home. I was a fleeing pup looking for a way out of the growing flames that polluted Terrance City. I was only eight weeks old when I caught a glimpse of my mothers’ dead body. She was in her human form, bleeding into our polished wooden floor. Her beautiful lavender hues that used to hold so much light were faded. She was gone, leaving only her shell. I don't remember exactly what had happened, but I do know that I was standing behind her on all fours before she was hacked to the floor. She was protecting me from someone, someone who I couldn't see. Or rather, someone in which my brain has blocked out. All I can recall...is the grass and my tiny paws pressing into the soil.
  
  I was petrified, starving and nearly dehydrated. I had no one to guide me nor show me which direction to take. The knowledge that I had gained from my parents was very little. My comprehension of how the world worked was nothing but a child’s dream. Still, I dashed for the woods in hopes of finding my father. As I entered the forest, I continuously passed bodies that lay in the path or alongside the path. None of them looked familiar, but I feared the worst. I had never seen my father in human form...and every body that laced the path was human. Fear became my worst enemy. It did not allow me to check the unconscious bodies around me but kept my limbs at a fast pace. My world had been flipped upside down in a matter of hours, and nothing could stop the adrenaline from pumping.
  
  The humans were always the smartest of beasts. Planting traps and devising plans to capture us. To rid the world of us because we are different. Shifters were never welcome within the animal kingdom nor the human world. It would cause fear within both species. Humans became obsessed with religion and the power of balance. From what I have gathered as a pup, the humans seek to be the species that remains on top of the food chain. I remember my family explaining to me before they were slaughtered, that humans fear what they do not understand. So they call us Demons. There is still so much that I cannot comprehend. Such as why there can't be peace between us, or why humans fear us.
  
  Remembering my past has stuck with me throughout my many years of survival. I have traveled alone after Terrance City, growing up in a world filled with empty faces. I slowly began to learn how to defend myself, hunt and fight due to the care of other outsiders who remain nameless. They became my teachers for a short time but found it easy to leave their lessons with their disappearance. I soon became accustomed to the fact that everyone generally leaves, sometimes without notice. I was often beaten by packs and even held within the jaws of a much bigger shifter. This specific shifter has become one of my greatest enemies alongside the humans. He was much bigger than me and much stronger. He often sought out the weak to highlight his ego among his pack.
  
  This beast is known as Drex, a black wolfhound with massive shoulders and a tiny waist. The weather had been terribly dramatic within my travels and the only place that I could find shelter was an old shack outside of Drex's pack. Every single day for the past three years I was beaten until I was close enough to stop breathing. From these constant beatings, I have learned to fight and take numerous hits. My body gained mass and my limbs filled out as I aged. The small scraps that were left to me by Drex's pack kept me on a tight diet until I was able to heal at an unusual rate. Hunting soon became my pass time. The stronger I became, the more Drex's pack members wanted me to be apart of their family. Kindness once came from one of Drex's mates, which caused Drex to become extremely irrational. Somehow I ended up with a crowd standing in the center of a face off with Drex.
  
  Fear had no longer existed within my soul. My emotions regarding my past would emerge during stressful situations which would ignite my rage. With my vision turning red, Drex soon became the very being that murdered my mother. Whether it was fact or fiction, I believed him to be guilty. The murderous feeling that I felt within myself boiled my blood, ridding any sort of good within me. Drex, consumed by his own rage, swiped his large claws at my face, marking me forever with the single scar down my left eye. Rage continued to consume me until Drex became nothing but a limp chunk of fur laying motionless on the ground. The defeat of Drex brought fear to the pack. Once again, I was alone.