Post by maximus on Dec 27, 2009 9:18:22 GMT -5
º ßasics º
Calling: Maximus
Age: 5 years
Gender:Male
Species/Breed:Timber Wolf
º I §ee you £ooking at me º
Pelt/Hair color and length:Fur is dense and semi-long, made for snow. Mane is especially long, bristling naturally at the back and shoulders. Mostly white with, gray and black mixes at the body. Rustic eye shadow-like markings on face.
Eye color:Eyes are brooding and almond shaped. Amber colored with flecks of crimson in them
Build (height, weight, overall structure): roughly 170 lbs.of pure compact muscle. 6'2 feet long from tip of the nose to tail and 33 in. at the withers.An extremely rare size only capable to the largest wolf family.
Detailed Description: Tall and bulky. Muscle mass especially in the neck, chest and shoulders. Back and chest is broad and wide. Head carriage is large in mass with long snout and large ears set high on the head. Neck is thick with muscle and arched. Legs are sturdy and held by thick lumbering paws. Tail is bushy and long, slightly curling up at the end to prevent it from dragging on the ground.
º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º
History: A wild wolf in the out back, Maximus had no such owner. He lived in the fresh wild where no domestic wolf dared venture, with the exception of hunting, and that is where his life came in. Maximus had been a well known wolf to humans because of his thieving of their cattle and snare traps. He was too smart to be poisoned and to slick to be shot. A bounty went over his head and he was a wanted wolf all over the town.
No matter what was tried, however, the majestic and abnormally large beast could not be conquered. He continued to take his pack on trips down to the civilized world and fed them on the cattle of farmers. He led his pack away from potential dangers and warned them when humans were arriving.
Throughout his great life he had only made but one mistake. He fell in love with a young and rambunctious, utterly careless female. She was a new experience for him and soon to be a painful memory. It happened on a hunt when, just as usual, Maximus would take his pack on a hunt to the cattle. There were traps about and he had warned them to stay near, but the young and playful alphess insisted on going her own way.Hearing humans coming, the big male ran frantically to retrieve her, leaving his pack at risk to slaughter.
When he found her, she was caught in a snare that had been originally set up for him. He could not get her loose and the humans were closing in. With a heavy heart, he left her behind to rally the pack. However, in his dire situation, the pack was already in battle with the humans. Those who were able to escape, followed Maximus quickly out of the battle.
In the end, he was left with three other wolves and himself. The others, including his mate, were butchered and sold. Three days later, one wolf died of infection, then the other two starved to death. Maximus, in his spite, killed the humans who bared his mates scent and hated all humans in sight.
He heard of a female domestic who had been rallying canines against humans and he joined the fight with burning fire in his heart. After the battle, Maximus broke away from all canine contact, preferring the life of a loner. He is rarely seen, more often heard howling dominance in the distance.
Personality: Maximus can be stubborn, over-confident and arrogant, but nonetheless, he is truthful and Loyal. He sort of has a split personality, acting and reacting depending on who you are. For those that know him in a good way, he is charming, playful and gentle. He's the kind of person who lets everyone walk all over him if they're really close to him. To those that don't know him, he is famous for being a glaring basilisk. He is serious and doesn't talk much, his mood swings can weigh heavily on what you do or say. Those who know him in a bad way... Usually don't survive at first greetings to say how he acts.
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents: murdered by humans
Siblings: murdered by humans
Other Family:murdered by humans
Friends:none
Group: none[will join one through rp if thats alrght]
Rank: loner
º Prove ¥ourself º
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RPG Sample:
Roscoe tilted his head slightly as he watched her. Avoiding his gaze it seemed. Or perhaps he was just reading too much into it. He took his gave off of her only slightly, to replace it onto the sky again, then back at her. Well? He became aware that maybe she was aware that he had been staring at her. Not just at her, but at her body. His ears flicked slightly. He'd better stop this. Keep it up and he'd end up being some kind of pervert.
She glanced at him finally, and when she did, it seemed to uplift him even more. His ears pricked up as he watched her. What was that, Zephyr? Did I just see the faintest of smiles just now? He could have wagged his tail, but instead of the ridiculous approach, he resorted to staring back at her stupidly. The smile, if it had been pressed on his face any longer, would turn into some goofy smirk. Hence he stopped, but as he did, so did she. Now there was nothing but the impressionable canvas of her clear and expressionless face. She shook her head and broke the moment, leading him off again on another journey. He lowered his head and followed her without a sound. He took a few trotting steps to catch up to her, then resorted to a walk, keeping his head only about to her flank as if her were a pack delta traveling with the alpha.
”This way… there is an old dwelling a few minutes from here; I passed it on my way to the pond.” She informed him. He offered a look to her as she spoke, but said nothing. So there was a dwelling here someplace. He couldn't have know, a wolf no longer as familiar to his birthplace as he used to be. All the more reason for him to follow her like this. He trailed his lips with his tongue nonchalantly and returned his gaze to the ground. What would it look like now? Two wolves with such contrasting proportions, traveling together in the ruins of a forest that had no longer belonged to them until the dominion of men was bounced. He guessed that, not being by Zephyr's side, he look more like her bodyguard. Just there to give shelter when she was in danger.
There was something bothering her and he could feel it. However, he could offer no words for comfort. Roscoe had been a loner for too long to know what to talk about and how to execute his words. He could have gave her a reassuring nudge. A touch. But then again, that wouldn't end too well on any of them. He knew that much... But still...
In a matter of minuets, they reached their destination, and boy was it ugly. What the hell did humans do with this crap anyway? Wasting their time with these stupid toys when it just would have been easier and more soothing to the eyes to sleep outside. Did they not enjoy the nature as wolves did? Probably not, else the would not have changed everything around them so drastically to suit their needs. Selfish bastards.
He stood patiently as Zephyr walked up the steps and tried the wooden pane that blocked out the weather. He tilted his head and watched her raise her upper body to smash her forelegs into the pane. It was actually quite the sight to see her in such a position. It made her look majestic and powerful. She crashed into he locked door with a force... To no avail. His muscles twitched, feeling the urge to assist her, but it seemed that she had already had something else on her mind. He stood still, almost statue like as she looked up at him, then took her nose to the ground. She disappeared before him and he watched her leave. His eyes shifted slightly as he stood alone. A moment later, she returned to him and gave a nudged into his shoulder.
”This way, there is enough room for us to get underneath. I think rats might have chewed a hole in the floor boards.” She toled him, then left again. He shook his fur out and followed her to where she had gone before. Sure enough, there was a large hole on the side. He inhaled it's warm air as Zephyr was engulfed inside. It reeked of rat and he pulled back, snorting in repulsion. The she-wolf had gone in there, however and so he would follow. But... The questionwas... Could he fit?
Godforsaken beast... His nails scratched down deeper in an attempt to enlarge the hole. With a shake of his mane, he ducked inside, then... Stuck. He could already here the shuffling noises of Zephyr inside and gave an annoyed growl.
”It’s nice and warm up here, Roscoe. Hurry up!” He looked up yearningly at the opening before him, the looked back, letting out an irritated whine. He struggled slightly, his fur caught in a knot on a rusty nail. It hurt, but he made no fuss as he tried to wiggle loose. ”You’re not stuck are you?” Her voice called again. He grunted huskily.
"It's difficult to say." He grunted again. Turning his neck at an extreme angle, he chewed at his side where the rusted nail was caught. Finally, he was free, though he felt a warm wetness at the site where he had chewed. His own bloody smell reached him and he clenched his jaw. Lovely. Continuing his way on, he poke his head through the hole, or sort of, had it not been for Zephyr's head that was penetrating through the hole. His nose smashed into hers and his ears pinned back. His tail lowered, but he pushed gently further, hence pushing her head out of the entrance with his nose. His ears pricked up once he was half way through the hole and he stared at her for a while, his leathery nostrils still against hers. Averting his eyes, he broke away and leaped into the dwelling place. It was not bad. At least it was warm. He looked around in wonder, then to the ground before his eyes moved back to the she-wolf. And here they were... Alone....
So....
She glanced at him finally, and when she did, it seemed to uplift him even more. His ears pricked up as he watched her. What was that, Zephyr? Did I just see the faintest of smiles just now? He could have wagged his tail, but instead of the ridiculous approach, he resorted to staring back at her stupidly. The smile, if it had been pressed on his face any longer, would turn into some goofy smirk. Hence he stopped, but as he did, so did she. Now there was nothing but the impressionable canvas of her clear and expressionless face. She shook her head and broke the moment, leading him off again on another journey. He lowered his head and followed her without a sound. He took a few trotting steps to catch up to her, then resorted to a walk, keeping his head only about to her flank as if her were a pack delta traveling with the alpha.
”This way… there is an old dwelling a few minutes from here; I passed it on my way to the pond.” She informed him. He offered a look to her as she spoke, but said nothing. So there was a dwelling here someplace. He couldn't have know, a wolf no longer as familiar to his birthplace as he used to be. All the more reason for him to follow her like this. He trailed his lips with his tongue nonchalantly and returned his gaze to the ground. What would it look like now? Two wolves with such contrasting proportions, traveling together in the ruins of a forest that had no longer belonged to them until the dominion of men was bounced. He guessed that, not being by Zephyr's side, he look more like her bodyguard. Just there to give shelter when she was in danger.
There was something bothering her and he could feel it. However, he could offer no words for comfort. Roscoe had been a loner for too long to know what to talk about and how to execute his words. He could have gave her a reassuring nudge. A touch. But then again, that wouldn't end too well on any of them. He knew that much... But still...
In a matter of minuets, they reached their destination, and boy was it ugly. What the hell did humans do with this crap anyway? Wasting their time with these stupid toys when it just would have been easier and more soothing to the eyes to sleep outside. Did they not enjoy the nature as wolves did? Probably not, else the would not have changed everything around them so drastically to suit their needs. Selfish bastards.
He stood patiently as Zephyr walked up the steps and tried the wooden pane that blocked out the weather. He tilted his head and watched her raise her upper body to smash her forelegs into the pane. It was actually quite the sight to see her in such a position. It made her look majestic and powerful. She crashed into he locked door with a force... To no avail. His muscles twitched, feeling the urge to assist her, but it seemed that she had already had something else on her mind. He stood still, almost statue like as she looked up at him, then took her nose to the ground. She disappeared before him and he watched her leave. His eyes shifted slightly as he stood alone. A moment later, she returned to him and gave a nudged into his shoulder.
”This way, there is enough room for us to get underneath. I think rats might have chewed a hole in the floor boards.” She toled him, then left again. He shook his fur out and followed her to where she had gone before. Sure enough, there was a large hole on the side. He inhaled it's warm air as Zephyr was engulfed inside. It reeked of rat and he pulled back, snorting in repulsion. The she-wolf had gone in there, however and so he would follow. But... The questionwas... Could he fit?
Godforsaken beast... His nails scratched down deeper in an attempt to enlarge the hole. With a shake of his mane, he ducked inside, then... Stuck. He could already here the shuffling noises of Zephyr inside and gave an annoyed growl.
”It’s nice and warm up here, Roscoe. Hurry up!” He looked up yearningly at the opening before him, the looked back, letting out an irritated whine. He struggled slightly, his fur caught in a knot on a rusty nail. It hurt, but he made no fuss as he tried to wiggle loose. ”You’re not stuck are you?” Her voice called again. He grunted huskily.
"It's difficult to say." He grunted again. Turning his neck at an extreme angle, he chewed at his side where the rusted nail was caught. Finally, he was free, though he felt a warm wetness at the site where he had chewed. His own bloody smell reached him and he clenched his jaw. Lovely. Continuing his way on, he poke his head through the hole, or sort of, had it not been for Zephyr's head that was penetrating through the hole. His nose smashed into hers and his ears pinned back. His tail lowered, but he pushed gently further, hence pushing her head out of the entrance with his nose. His ears pricked up once he was half way through the hole and he stared at her for a while, his leathery nostrils still against hers. Averting his eyes, he broke away and leaped into the dwelling place. It was not bad. At least it was warm. He looked around in wonder, then to the ground before his eyes moved back to the she-wolf. And here they were... Alone....
So....
-My character "Roscoe" from Smokefilledsky.proboards.com another site that I'm on.
