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Territory Name: Esurien
Character Name: Hookah [[The Pooch]]
Character Species: Hell Hound
Rank: Omega
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be 25, real age is up into the thousands
Powers/Abilities: Immune to fire

Personality: Hookah likes to talk. He's sauve, charming and likes to avoid telling you what he's thinking and the whole truth. His general appearance is friendly, open and accepting, though he may feel otherwise on the inside. He's big on sweet talking people wether he wants something from them or not. A bit of a trickster, he loves to play games, so long as they're not played on him.

Though he doesn't look the most cuddly thing what with his missing arm and many scars, he can be very docile, and has a genuine affection for small children that, in his words, aren't little beasts in disguise. He loves to have his belly rubbed, the grey-black fur on his belly especially soft, though for the most part his fur feels like that of a puppy. When there is a child and no one else around, he will often give them rides on his back, allow them to play with his hair, and allow them to rub his belly so his leg starts to kick out like a real dogs.

He does have a temper, and it can flare quite high when someone is doing things he doesn't like. He will usually give a playful warning, but once it is ignored or brushed off, he will do something about it.

Although he does make innuendos and come close to touching others, he has trouble with actual touching. He's not used to contact and doesn't know what to do with it, feeling awkward when hugged or touched by an adult. For reasons unfathomable, perhaps because they hold no threat to him, he's fine being touched by children.

History: Thousands of years before the 'modern' day civilizations of Siyyon, Hookah was pieced together from rouge magic in the Other World by his master from the Unseelie court. Originally created to gaurd the courts most precious trearures and captives, the massive, three-headed dog of flames was kept far underground where prying eyes could more easily be kept at bay. It wasn't until several thousand years had passed that something in his life abruptly changed.

Called from the Otherworld by human ritual, the two-some story creature was bound by a collar of human and animal bones, warded against his fire, thrown into his heart. This was the end of his days being what he had always known, and the birth of Hookah as he is today.

The collar bound him to a mortal form, and thus gave him a mortal body. Thanks to the human and animal elements of the collar he was forced into the shape of a taur, something the humans had not intended. Still, they had a use for him.

Caught off gaurd by the sudden shift in nature and form, Hookah was attacked with weapons of iron, bound with chains on his wrists and back legs and dragged back somewhere he recognized: underground. Unlike before, Hooka wasn't able to survive well underground, growing weaker from lack of sun and the ever present shackles of iron which burned his skin, raising welts and causing him to bleed.

In this dark prison he was left alone, other then a bi-daily visit from one of the humans, often times a young woman that was far braver then the rest that came late in the night. Hookah found that she didn't fear him, and eventually he coaxed her into staying to talk to him. Still, while he slept, and he was often groggy and sluggish, this same woman would cut away pieces of hair, that would fall to ash as soon as it left his body, or gather some of his blood that when it ran off his skin would burst into flame and took it away, her people's attempt to use him in their warfare even if he wasn't what they had meant to bind. When the ash was mized into someone's food or drink they would begin to burn alive from the inside until finally they burst into flames and died.

Hookah all the while was unaware he was being decieved by the woman. He thought he was clever and gaining her trust to try and help him escape, but it was really in reverse. The woman was using him to gain information about the Other World, keep him pacified and, most of all, to make sure he ate and drank the drugged food he was given.

Six months passed like this until the night Hookah finally escaped. The young woman, who was the head man's daughter was found out. She was forbidden to enter the underground to see the 'monster' since it wasn't safe. Confronting her in the underground, her father demanded to know why she was there, and she told him she was the only one brave enough to look at the creature, let alone get any information from it. Finding out he had been used all along, Hooka went into a rage, the fires that still burned inside him finally rising enough from his anger to burn away the drugs in his body.

With his sudden surge of rage, he attacked the girl, lifting her right off the ground by her throat and demanding why she'd done it. When he ignored the commands to let her go, the soldiers with her father attacked, the iron of their swords cutting through his arm in three strokes. Unfortunately this didn't stop Hookah who was so used to the pain from the manicles. Turning on them, he attacked killing them before attacking the Head Man. The only one left alive was the girl; he couldn't find the heart to kill her. Fleeing while she screamed for reinforcements, Hooka fled into the woods, chased for hours before he was cornered by a river. Fearing the raging waters, Hookah finally flung himself into the river as a last effort to be free. he barely survived.

Washed miles down the river, he finally managed to drag himself onto the bank and, his mortal body exhausted, passed out. When he finally woke up, he found his wound had cauterized from the blood flaming up hitting the muddy bank. It still bled and festered, but at least he could move, albeit carefully. Slowly he began to wander, following the sun further and further from where he had been pulled into this world. Coming to the mountains, he began into them hoping to find somewhere he could rest and find out why this body always wanted something to fill it. During this time his only coompanions was the occational comment when the conciousness of one of his other two heads surfaced in his mind, which wasn't particularily often.

Two weeks had passed since his escape and by now, Hooka was high in the mountains, following deer trails in the hopes of finding something to eat, though he was too weak to catch anything. He was terrible at finding things to eat, and so ended up eatting leaves and twigs, all he could find. On the fifteenth day he stumbled onto a small cottage in the mountains, home to the local 'witch'. She was gruff, blunt and blind, but she allowed him to stay, tending his wounds and feeding him, eventually putting him to work. He lived with her for twenty years, all the while calling him Pooch, thinking he was a fairy dog when they first meant, then finding out he was a taur.

When she died, Hookah took the few possesions he owned and left, the locals not keen on him staying now that the witch that tamed him was dead. After all, the witch helped them when they had need of her, and kept to herself, but a demon like him?

Wandering again, Hooka found the valley and somewhere he could rest. He's been there ever since.

Character Sheet Info:

1> There are small cracks running along his horns which let through the inner core light appearing like magma through stone. The horn, as well as his talons, are incredibly hard, smooth and pure black.
2> Although they don't give off any light, the ends of his dreds look like burning embers. When he is exerting a lot of energy the ember-like quality moves along his dreds to sometimes triple their usual area.
3> A reminder of the 'collar' that binds his true nature inside of him around his heart. It has the physical qualaties of a pure white tatoo. The white and red markings on his face seem to be unrelated to the binding.
4> Actually, it's just one long scar...I should get rid of that 's'. When he attacked the leader's daughter, one of the gaurds slashed him along his stomach.
5> These veins are close enough to the surface that they glow right through his fur. His tongue has the same strange quality.
6> After the iron bindings were removed, his back legs were able to heal, though th fur that regrew there was pure white.
7> In his original form his spines only appeared when he was attacked or angry. They were the equivilant of his hackles being raised. Since they were up when he was bound, they are now always out. The second spine on his right side was smashed on a rock when he fell while on the mountain with the witch.
8> Cut with iron when he was attacked by the gaurds in the underground.
9> Cut off when he wouldn't release the daughter of the head man.
10> He's not really sure where these came from. He suspects it was from some bad bug bites when he was wandering the mountains those two weeks when he was weak. Brave bugs.
11> From when he was first bound. He attacked his captors before they were able to put the iron manicals on him and he was slashed on the shoulder, sending him to the ground where he was then bound.
12> The scarring from the iron manicles.
13> Cut recieved from the head man when he was turned on.
14> His fingers naturally run from his tan skin tone to a grey-black one.

FUN FACTS!

^ Hooka can't get drunk. All the flames that he was made of are now bound inside him, so alcohol just feeds these flames. It's a bit like an energy drink to him. Eatting coal is like giving him chocolate covered espresso beans.
^ There are three people in Hookah's head. Him, and the other two heads he used to have. He can be seen talking to them when they're awake. The physical signs that their awake is that his eyes will turn a shade of purple. [[Left head is awake, his left eye goes purple. Right eye, his right head is awake. If both are awake, both eyes turn. After Hookah, who was the middle head and the dominant personality, the right head was dominant.]] Sometimes they will take control while he's sleeping, but this doesn't happen often as he must be exausted to loose control of the body to them. He likes to be top dog between the three of them.
^ Hookah can and does eat anything you give him. ANYthing. Well, at least he'll eat it once. >>;
^ His greatest weakness is iron.
^ He actually likes being all gayed up with flower garlands and having people play with his hair.
^ He can't remember anything from his life in the Other World, beyond an overwhelming need to protect and gaurd. He hasn't found his treasure to gaurd since his witch died. He's still searching.
^ When he sleeps and sometimes when he is sleepy a trail of white smoke would drift out his mouth, sometimes in small puffs if he sighed.
^ When he eats coal he burps smoke a yellow-green colour.

Description
Territory Name: Esurien
Character Name: Hookah [[The Pooch]]
Character Species: Hell Hound
Rank: Omega
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be 25, real age is up into the thousands
Powers/Abilities: Immune to fire

Personality: Hookah likes to talk. He's sauve, charming and likes to avoid telling you what he's thinking and the whole truth. His general appearance is friendly, open and accepting, though he may feel otherwise on the inside. He's big on sweet talking people wether he wants something from them or not. A bit of a trickster, he loves to play games, so long as they're not played on him.

Though he doesn't look the most cuddly thing what with his missing arm and many scars, he can be very docile, and has a genuine affection for small children that, in his words, aren't little beasts in disguise. He loves to have his belly rubbed, the grey-black fur on his belly especially soft, though for the most part his fur feels like that of a puppy. When there is a child and no one else around, he will often give them rides on his back, allow them to play with his hair, and allow them to rub his belly so his leg starts to kick out like a real dogs.

He does have a temper, and it can flare quite high when someone is doing things he doesn't like. He will usually give a playful warning, but once it is ignored or brushed off, he will do something about it.

Although he does make innuendos and come close to touching others, he has trouble with actual touching. He's not used to contact and doesn't know what to do with it, feeling awkward when hugged or touched by an adult. For reasons unfathomable, perhaps because they hold no threat to him, he's fine being touched by children.

History: Thousands of years before the 'modern' day civilizations of Siyyon, Hookah was pieced together from rouge magic in the Other World by his master from the Unseelie court. Originally created to gaurd the courts most precious trearures and captives, the massive, three-headed dog of flames was kept far underground where prying eyes could more easily be kept at bay. It wasn't until several thousand years had passed that something in his life abruptly changed.

Called from the Otherworld by human ritual, the two-some story creature was bound by a collar of human and animal bones, warded against his fire, thrown into his heart. This was the end of his days being what he had always known, and the birth of Hookah as he is today.

The collar bound him to a mortal form, and thus gave him a mortal body. Thanks to the human and animal elements of the collar he was forced into the shape of a taur, something the humans had not intended. Still, they had a use for him.

Caught off gaurd by the sudden shift in nature and form, Hookah was attacked with weapons of iron, bound with chains on his wrists and back legs and dragged back somewhere he recognized: underground. Unlike before, Hooka wasn't able to survive well underground, growing weaker from lack of sun and the ever present shackles of iron which burned his skin, raising welts and causing him to bleed.

In this dark prison he was left alone, other then a bi-daily visit from one of the humans, often times a young woman that was far braver then the rest that came late in the night. Hookah found that she didn't fear him, and eventually he coaxed her into staying to talk to him. Still, while he slept, and he was often groggy and sluggish, this same woman would cut away pieces of hair, that would fall to ash as soon as it left his body, or gather some of his blood that when it ran off his skin would burst into flame and took it away, her people's attempt to use him in their warfare even if he wasn't what they had meant to bind. When the ash was mized into someone's food or drink they would begin to burn alive from the inside until finally they burst into flames and died.

Hookah all the while was unaware he was being decieved by the woman. He thought he was clever and gaining her trust to try and help him escape, but it was really in reverse. The woman was using him to gain information about the Other World, keep him pacified and, most of all, to make sure he ate and drank the drugged food he was given.

Six months passed like this until the night Hookah finally escaped. The young woman, who was the head man's daughter was found out. She was forbidden to enter the underground to see the 'monster' since it wasn't safe. Confronting her in the underground, her father demanded to know why she was there, and she told him she was the only one brave enough to look at the creature, let alone get any information from it. Finding out he had been used all along, Hooka went into a rage, the fires that still burned inside him finally rising enough from his anger to burn away the drugs in his body.

With his sudden surge of rage, he attacked the girl, lifting her right off the ground by her throat and demanding why she'd done it. When he ignored the commands to let her go, the soldiers with her father attacked, the iron of their swords cutting through his arm in three strokes. Unfortunately this didn't stop Hookah who was so used to the pain from the manicles. Turning on them, he attacked killing them before attacking the Head Man. The only one left alive was the girl; he couldn't find the heart to kill her. Fleeing while she screamed for reinforcements, Hooka fled into the woods, chased for hours before he was cornered by a river. Fearing the raging waters, Hookah finally flung himself into the river as a last effort to be free. he barely survived.

Washed miles down the river, he finally managed to drag himself onto the bank and, his mortal body exhausted, passed out. When he finally woke up, he found his wound had cauterized from the blood flaming up hitting the muddy bank. It still bled and festered, but at least he could move, albeit carefully. Slowly he began to wander, following the sun further and further from where he had been pulled into this world. Coming to the mountains, he began into them hoping to find somewhere he could rest and find out why this body always wanted something to fill it. During this time his only coompanions was the occational comment when the conciousness of one of his other two heads surfaced in his mind, which wasn't particularily often.

Two weeks had passed since his escape and by now, Hooka was high in the mountains, following deer trails in the hopes of finding something to eat, though he was too weak to catch anything. He was terrible at finding things to eat, and so ended up eatting leaves and twigs, all he could find. On the fifteenth day he stumbled onto a small cottage in the mountains, home to the local 'witch'. She was gruff, blunt and blind, but she allowed him to stay, tending his wounds and feeding him, eventually putting him to work. He lived with her for twenty years, all the while calling him Pooch, thinking he was a fairy dog when they first meant, then finding out he was a taur.

When she died, Hookah took the few possesions he owned and left, the locals not keen on him staying now that the witch that tamed him was dead. After all, the witch helped them when they had need of her, and kept to herself, but a demon like him?

Wandering again, Hooka found the valley and somewhere he could rest. He's been there ever since.

Character Sheet Info:

1> There are small cracks running along his horns which let through the inner core light appearing like magma through stone. The horn, as well as his talons, are incredibly hard, smooth and pure black.
2> Although they don't give off any light, the ends of his dreds look like burning embers. When he is exerting a lot of energy the ember-like quality moves along his dreds to sometimes triple their usual area.
3> A reminder of the 'collar' that binds his true nature inside of him around his heart. It has the physical qualaties of a pure white tatoo. The white and red markings on his face seem to be unrelated to the binding.
4> Actually, it's just one long scar...I should get rid of that 's'. When he attacked the leader's daughter, one of the gaurds slashed him along his stomach.
5> These veins are close enough to the surface that they glow right through his fur. His tongue has the same strange quality.
6> After the iron bindings were removed, his back legs were able to heal, though th fur that regrew there was pure white.
7> In his original form his spines only appeared when he was attacked or angry. They were the equivilant of his hackles being raised. Since they were up when he was bound, they are now always out. The second spine on his right side was smashed on a rock when he fell while on the mountain with the witch.
8> Cut with iron when he was attacked by the gaurds in the underground.
9> Cut off when he wouldn't release the daughter of the head man.
10> He's not really sure where these came from. He suspects it was from some bad bug bites when he was wandering the mountains those two weeks when he was weak. Brave bugs.
11> From when he was first bound. He attacked his captors before they were able to put the iron manicals on him and he was slashed on the shoulder, sending him to the ground where he was then bound.
12> The scarring from the iron manicles.
13> Cut recieved from the head man when he was turned on.
14> His fingers naturally run from his tan skin tone to a grey-black one.

FUN FACTS!

^ Hooka can't get drunk. All the flames that he was made of are now bound inside him, so alcohol just feeds these flames. It's a bit like an energy drink to him. Eatting coal is like giving him chocolate covered espresso beans.
^ There are three people in Hookah's head. Him, and the other two heads he used to have. He can be seen talking to them when they're awake. The physical signs that their awake is that his eyes will turn a shade of purple. [[Left head is awake, his left eye goes purple. Right eye, his right head is awake. If both are awake, both eyes turn. After Hookah, who was the middle head and the dominant personality, the right head was dominant.]] Sometimes they will take control while he's sleeping, but this doesn't happen often as he must be exausted to loose control of the body to them. He likes to be top dog between the three of them.
^ Hookah can and does eat anything you give him. ANYthing. Well, at least he'll eat it once. >>;
^ His greatest weakness is iron.
^ He actually likes being all gayed up with flower garlands and having people play with his hair.
^ He can't remember anything from his life in the Other World, beyond an overwhelming need to protect and gaurd. He hasn't found his treasure to gaurd since his witch died. He's still searching.
^ When he sleeps and sometimes when he is sleepy a trail of white smoke would drift out his mouth, sometimes in small puffs if he sighed.
^ When he eats coal he burps smoke a yellow-green colour.