Name: Denavo Enferno
Gender: Male
Age: Four
Eye Color: Amber
Fur Color: Black and White
Species: Timber Wolf
Alignment: Dark

Power:
Shape-Shifting
Gift of Illusions
Power of Fire

Power Description:
The power to shift into any form of another animal. Giving it a rare ability. There haven't been any records of this power, and very few know of it because its so rare and uncommon. Sure, other wolves have tried to adapt its powers, but all have failed. Few deal with those powers today, and few live to get that exact power, just for the interest of turning into a demoned animal.

The power of illusions is a gift that very few can master. It allows wolven to create images out of thin air, whether it is something as small as a flower or as large as a sea. This power is fairly neutral, however it can be used to many extremes. Darker wolves have been known to use these mirages to send fear into their opponents while lighter wolves use these images to shield their lands from intruders or to remind others of greater joys. The larger the illusion the harder it is to maintain and requires a lot more control. This is a difficult skill to master.

The ability to bring rage onto the lands, and burn all in its view. Its often mistakably caused by anger and rage towards another, and comes out as an angry expression. The holder of this elemental power, must be able to control their emotions quite well, and be able to stand the heat of their power, if they wish not to be outcaste.

Personality: Denavo is a wolf that you don't want to mess with. Like most shapeshifters, he dark and conniving, making him very difficult to trust. On the other hand, he does usher forth a great deal of control, rewarding those who mind him while punishing those who make even the slightest mistakes. His haughty appeal usually throws others off, making him unpleasant to be around. His life means little to him, but the lives of others mean even less. To put it simply, Denavo feels no threat from anyone and any challenge is something he's more than willing to accept.

As Aspo, he demands respect from all and won't hesitate to strip another of their rank. He's very hesitant to trust others and love is an emotion that always escapes him. He's never understood it and doesn't think that he'll be able to understand. When he's angry he'll usually let you know by snapping out a quick and witty remark. He has a very condescending nature and can usually cut down another wolf pride if he feels the need. Tred carefully around him.

Appearance: Denavo is truly a black wolf in both heart and appearance. His base color is of pure darkness, radiating his hatred of everything and highly conflicting with the white undertones of his coat. The white drowns his lower jaw, seeping into the fur on his chest. Amber eyes can hold any gaze thrown at him, staring for what may seem like hours. His face is always a mask for emotion, but he won't hesitate to flash the fangs of his favorite form, the viper. The poison that seeps from his fangs will not harm him, however to another wolf, it could be deadly.

His build is adequate for a wolf of his rank. His sleek pelt helps distract from the muscle that hugs his frame, but it doesn't distract from much else. He's capable of running for long distances, though he prefers to rely on his other forms from simple wolven tasks. Flying beats walking any day, and a tiger's talons are easier to take down larger game. Usually he'll flaunt his forms as a threat, a reminder for those who challenge his rank.

History: One of the most interesting histories defiantly has to belong to a true shapeshifter. Their lives are full of lies and deceit, often causing them to be cruel and judging creatures. Thus said, let our story begin...

Denavo Enferno was born into a group of shapeshifters where status was given based on the shape of the creature you were born in. If you were born in the form of a lion or a wolf, you were considered a leader. If you were born in the form or a smaller creature like a fox or a rabbit, you were considered lower among the ranks. This group of rouges was being led by a natural born jaguar and already had several heirs. Denavo was born as a bastard wolf and immediately became a threat to shifters.

They had two options. To keep Denavo and hope for the best, or to murder the young shifter before he became a problem. Deciding on the latter, the leader and Denavo's shameful mother took him to a river and dumped him into the frigid water. The young shifter was cast into the waters and left to drown, but natural leader instincts kicked in and he survived by changing into a fish and later washing up riverbank in his wolven form.

The form that a shifter is born in becomes his natural skin. While they can change into whatever form they want, it takes more control and effort to maintain that shape. Young Denavo clung to his wolven form, but was weak from a lack of nourishment and was too young to be left on his own. Fortunatly for him, an ebony brujo by the name of Drago took him under his wing and introduced him to a vixen that had just had pups of her own. The she-wolf nursed him until he was old enough to eat solid food when Drago decided to let Denavo travel with him.

Drago turned out to be quite the interesting wolf. While he didn't speak much about himself, he did have a love for pups which was something most brutes couldn't say about themselves. He did however spend some time in a magical area long enough to learn of the fire element and took to teaching Denavo how to control it. They visited a volcanic area where Drago taught him how to tame the flames and liquid fire as he pleased. Denavo learned quickly, clinging to skills and talent where he couldn't cling to his parents.

The two of them continued to live in this area alone until Denavo had aged enough to go out on his own. Drago had promised long ago to attend the pup until he no longer needed assistance and now he cast the shifter away, knowing nothing of his natural born talents. Denavo, who'd looked up to Drago until this point, turned bitter and searched for others of his kind. He'd forgotten about his shifting skills so he vented with fire, leaving a trail of scorch marks on all the trees he passed.

When he could no longer summon fire, he found himself in an endless see of mist and water. The area was cold and the water in the air clung to his coat, yet all he saw were trees and fog. After several days, a wolf by the name of Kale stepped from the mist, laughing at Denavo for not realizing the illusions that was keeping him from seeing the water. Denavo snarled and grew angry with the brute and as an apology, Kale agreed to teach him of simple illusions.

The training was something different from fire. Fire was something you could see, something that could be shaped. With illusions you had to focus and recreate things you've seen, a difficult task when your past memories all blend together. When he started to shape the air into images, he brought back images of the fire lands he'd stayed in with Drago. The images brought back his bitterness and it clung with him, haunting his dreams. It was then that his illusions shifted into a quickly flowing river and he'd nearly drown from the power he held.

Kale advised Denavo to leave the mist filled lands and the shifter took that advice, clinging to fire and illusions that he could control. Venturing further, he met another group of shapeshifters, this time a more controlled tribe who favored the snake.

Mynone, the heiress, met Denavo in a wolven form and teased him, claiming that his illusions and fire would never be able to harm her. Denavo took up her challenge and their true fight began. Mynone flickered through a thousand forms in attempt to scare off Denavo, but he responded with illusions, pulling at the things she feared most. In an attempt to maintain her cool, she started attacking him more brutally, covering her wolven form in the scales of a snake to avoid the effects of his fire. Denavo had started to lose when he embraced his inner shapeshifter and Mynone refused to fight him when she'd seen him change.

"You're one of us," she murmured, stepping back with her eyes wide with disbelief. She'd never seen a shifter capable of other magic that could hold the form of a wolf like he did. She could only keep the form for so long, then she'd have to return to the Asp that controlled her. "I'd heard stories that a group of rouges had taken to killing their kin when they challenged rank. Why have you survived?"

Denavo was stunned speechless. He'd always wondered where he'd come from but he'd never met anyone to ask. This news was just as new to him as the fact that he was a shapeshifter. He hadn't embraced his creature since he narrowly escaped death. Realization hit him. "I wasn't supposed to."

Now everything made sense. He'd grown up alone and he was to live alone forever, exiled from even his own people. "Live with us..." Mynone's voice and request was tempting, but he wouldn't live with treacherous snakes. Then again, the request was inviting and he accepted too quickly.

Mynone lead him into her clan and he lived there for a good many months until he realized her intent. She'd planed to seduce him and then use him, as her mate, to secure her lead position. He'd been used by her and his heart grew cold, but he'd learned a great deal from the snakes. He learned enough about them all and he slew them.

It was later that Denavo ventured into Hyarnoi and set up his own pack. Naar he called it, playing off of the words that the snake tribe used in reference to each other. The ranks he set up were also based off of what he had learned during his stay with Mynone hence the lead title of Aspo and Aspa. If he learned anything else that had value from staying with them, it was that you never trusted a snake, or anyone else for that matter. They would pamper you, then desert you just as quickly. Your heart was never safe.