Post by panpsychism on Feb 7, 2010 6:20:09 GMT -5
º ßasics º
Calling: Mortimus
Age: 2 years, 5 months
Gender: Male
Species/Breed: Mackenzie Valley Wolf
º I §ee you £ooking at me º
Pelt/Hair color and length: Mostly white w/ silvery gray, meduim length
Eye color: Golden brown
Build (height, weight, overall structure): 34 inches at the shoulder (when fully grown), 128lbs. (when fully grown.) Overall build is muscular in the shoulders and neck, with slightly thicker forelimbs.
Detailed Description (or picture): His base coat could be called white, which ranged from very pale gray to a creamy color as wellthroughout. Over the shoulders, back, hips, and such, the fur turned grayish silver. The brigde of his nose, if you will, is tawny in color. Around his eyes, the fur grows noticably darker. The tip of his tail dwinles at black to dark gray.
º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º
History: He was raised somewhere until he was captured by humans. He snuck aboard a ship headed in the direction of our little island, washed ashore, and was cursed with an awful new owner. He got caught up in the happenings and fell into place pretty quick...
Personality: Outspoken and loud-mouthed, nothing can shut him up with he gets talking. Yet he watched his words somewhat carefully, as he's learned that it's only too easy for one to give away a secret. At times arrogant and unable to see past his own desires, yet at other times hyper-aware of other's feelings and such. But most of the time he's focusing on fighting and dark as he may seem at times, he's known to have a witty comeback ready, even if it's spiteful. Loyalty, to him, is just faithfullness to whoever claims the title of, rather than those who have had the title in past years, unless of course his own needs are not met. Unconsiderate and his sense of humor mostly dead (he finds his own comments, even the funny ones, pathetic), you could easily imagine him being a bad father, no?
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents: Paralupid(f)(RIP) x Strectus(m)(
) Siblings: Acentrix(m)(RIP)
Other Family: Marlelle(aunt)(
), Cozian(aunt)(), Dribblephobia(f)(Cousin)() Friends: None
Group: Metnal
Rank: Apprentice
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RPG Sample:
Mort, being the pup he was, huffed and sat back. This was no place for him indeed, but he'd make room for himself. That they could look forward to..... as soon as he found a way other than waiting. He would fight soon.
This pack wasn't going to have very much luck with the little one, even less if he contiued to wander close to the relm of two-leggers. He'd heard them called humans, and heard they were cruel things with shiney, hard, silver gray sticks that shot lightening and fire, but this didn't phase him the least bit. The other wolves would let him fight one day, and that day wa- What was that?! There were some loud, odd, sharp sounds coming from the camp and upon nearing on his short legs, he saw them. With their colorful pelts, he couldn't help but wander even closer, just along the treeline. A small yip was given and like a moth to a flame, Mortimus went forth innocently, unaware of the danger he was causing for himself.
