Post by Zero on Jul 12, 2005 18:57:33 GMT -5
Name-- Zero
Gender-- Male
Age-- Young adult, age 4 to be exact
Fur color-- A range of light browns, reddish browns, creams, and dark browns
Eye color-- Auburn
Markings-- Zero’s face is a reddish brown, though is cream colored at the muzzle. His ears are also cream colored. His neck is cream as well, continually throughout the underbelly as well. Around his neck is a wide line of light brown. His forelegs are both cream (more of a /very/ light reddish color) up to the shoulders, fading into darker reddish color. His right hind paw is the same cream, fading back into reddish throughout the rest of the leg. His left hind leg is all reddish-brown. His tassel is dipped in cream as well. He has a stripe of the cream from his muzzle, to the rear.
Scars-- Zero has a scar across the right side of his muzzle, but no more than that are visible.
Jewelry-- None
Other accessories-- A small rag tied around his left hind paw when humans had captured him once as a pup, but that’s all.
Mate-- None
Pups-- Nope
Friends-- None so far...
Personality-- Zero is very puppyish. He does not /like/ to fight, however has always been skilled in it. He prefers to find a resting time, where he can “think” to himself, or meditate as some say. Other than that, he is quite playful.
Strengths-- Zero is an excellent warrior. Now I didn't say he'd kill another wolf in a flash, but he has magnificent battling skills. He also excels in being a leader.
Flaws-- He hates for his tail to be touched by other wolves. Don't ask why, he just hates it. If it /is/ touched, then he may snap or bite. Other than that, he also refuses to retreat from a battle. Not so very good actually... He has many fears that are considered flaws as well, but they shall be named elsewhere.
History-- Zero started out nearly all cream colored when he was born. His mother was a timber wolf, and his father, arctic. He came out a perfect mix of both. His brothers and sisters were different in color, mostly ranging from either white, or red. At a young age still, hunters had come in to their territory. His father was the Alpha even, and tried to ward them off, but they killed him with a large stick thing. Zero and the other pups were taken, as well as the mother. Too young to be killed... They tied a small rag around his leg as he grew, to tell the difference between him and the other ones his color. He never saw his mother again, nor the other pups. The hunters, for a strange reason, had let him go, along with two others. He had been named Zero by them, and forgot his old birth name. He liked the odd name, and kept it. He then ran out, and taught himself by watching other wolves. He learned to hunt, stalk, be normal all this way.
Loves—Zero adores to run. Running is another skill that helps him in battle. He excels in going into deep contemplation as well, for it helps him mentally.
Loathes-- Death for one, though doesn't any wolf? He doesn't really hate death for himself, just death for others. He hates those who kill for no reason as well...
Fears-- He fears strength. Odd, yes, but he does. He knows that he himself is strong, but only physically. His is afraid only because he believes that strength is given to the wrong wolves most of the time...
Example of your intro--
Brown, yellow, gold, red, and orange; Leaves of the fall season crunched under curved paws. The white nails sank into the soft earth, leaving behind a small imprint. The mitts underside of grey pads beneath belonged to a male wolf. The particular brute was a range of reds, browns, creams. His nares lifted haven-wards, taking in the new scents of the forests surroundings. It felt so good to be back in the forest. He preferred it over the sandy beach area which he had been in not so long ago.
He shook off, ruffling the thick coat slightly. His muzzle was cream colored, which continued down his chest, and underbelly. A white streak of cream also ran down his back side, to his hide. Cream also coated the backsides of his auds. His face was a deep reddish brown color, fading into a light brown at the neck. A collar of light brown ran a ring around his neck as well. His pelt went back to the reddish brown again, fading into a very light red hue, almost white, from his shoulders on the forelegs down the color continued. Other than that, his whole body was a deep red-orange color besides the dipped tail and right hind paw.
He had been the pup of an Alpha, one of four, when hunters came in with large stick things. They shot out thunder, which killed his father. They grabbed his mother and the other three pups, taking them to an odd place. They separated him from the other pups, and put him with different pups from another litter. They were mostly the same colors as him. They tied a white rag around his left ankle, and then set him free with two others. Confused, but excited, he ran away from them.
He then watched other packs as they hunted, and stalked their prey, teaching himself to do the same. At first, all attempts were failures, and looked quite pathetic, but eventually, it worked out. He came to master hunting on his own, though didn’t get much more than a vole or shrew. Deer and other large game were hard to kill on his own.
He was skilled in battle then, most that had seen him said. He fought with courage, and never let down a battle. He said that one of the things to help him was to meditate as others called it. He thought deeply, helping him to prepare, or just calm himself. He was very playful despite how calm this seems. He acted much like a pup still in a way. Though, he was only but a young adult at the age of four.
He sat on his haunches, curling his plume around his body to meet with his forepaws. He wasn’t sure of anything right now, but something new was to happen soon...
--Basic intro, I hope it’s alright! XD I'm so happy I'm finally done! BTW, this is phantomwolf29 from the boards...--
Gender-- Male
Age-- Young adult, age 4 to be exact
Fur color-- A range of light browns, reddish browns, creams, and dark browns
Eye color-- Auburn
Markings-- Zero’s face is a reddish brown, though is cream colored at the muzzle. His ears are also cream colored. His neck is cream as well, continually throughout the underbelly as well. Around his neck is a wide line of light brown. His forelegs are both cream (more of a /very/ light reddish color) up to the shoulders, fading into darker reddish color. His right hind paw is the same cream, fading back into reddish throughout the rest of the leg. His left hind leg is all reddish-brown. His tassel is dipped in cream as well. He has a stripe of the cream from his muzzle, to the rear.
Scars-- Zero has a scar across the right side of his muzzle, but no more than that are visible.
Jewelry-- None
Other accessories-- A small rag tied around his left hind paw when humans had captured him once as a pup, but that’s all.
Mate-- None
Pups-- Nope
Friends-- None so far...
Personality-- Zero is very puppyish. He does not /like/ to fight, however has always been skilled in it. He prefers to find a resting time, where he can “think” to himself, or meditate as some say. Other than that, he is quite playful.
Strengths-- Zero is an excellent warrior. Now I didn't say he'd kill another wolf in a flash, but he has magnificent battling skills. He also excels in being a leader.
Flaws-- He hates for his tail to be touched by other wolves. Don't ask why, he just hates it. If it /is/ touched, then he may snap or bite. Other than that, he also refuses to retreat from a battle. Not so very good actually... He has many fears that are considered flaws as well, but they shall be named elsewhere.
History-- Zero started out nearly all cream colored when he was born. His mother was a timber wolf, and his father, arctic. He came out a perfect mix of both. His brothers and sisters were different in color, mostly ranging from either white, or red. At a young age still, hunters had come in to their territory. His father was the Alpha even, and tried to ward them off, but they killed him with a large stick thing. Zero and the other pups were taken, as well as the mother. Too young to be killed... They tied a small rag around his leg as he grew, to tell the difference between him and the other ones his color. He never saw his mother again, nor the other pups. The hunters, for a strange reason, had let him go, along with two others. He had been named Zero by them, and forgot his old birth name. He liked the odd name, and kept it. He then ran out, and taught himself by watching other wolves. He learned to hunt, stalk, be normal all this way.
Loves—Zero adores to run. Running is another skill that helps him in battle. He excels in going into deep contemplation as well, for it helps him mentally.
Loathes-- Death for one, though doesn't any wolf? He doesn't really hate death for himself, just death for others. He hates those who kill for no reason as well...
Fears-- He fears strength. Odd, yes, but he does. He knows that he himself is strong, but only physically. His is afraid only because he believes that strength is given to the wrong wolves most of the time...
Example of your intro--
Brown, yellow, gold, red, and orange; Leaves of the fall season crunched under curved paws. The white nails sank into the soft earth, leaving behind a small imprint. The mitts underside of grey pads beneath belonged to a male wolf. The particular brute was a range of reds, browns, creams. His nares lifted haven-wards, taking in the new scents of the forests surroundings. It felt so good to be back in the forest. He preferred it over the sandy beach area which he had been in not so long ago.
He shook off, ruffling the thick coat slightly. His muzzle was cream colored, which continued down his chest, and underbelly. A white streak of cream also ran down his back side, to his hide. Cream also coated the backsides of his auds. His face was a deep reddish brown color, fading into a light brown at the neck. A collar of light brown ran a ring around his neck as well. His pelt went back to the reddish brown again, fading into a very light red hue, almost white, from his shoulders on the forelegs down the color continued. Other than that, his whole body was a deep red-orange color besides the dipped tail and right hind paw.
He had been the pup of an Alpha, one of four, when hunters came in with large stick things. They shot out thunder, which killed his father. They grabbed his mother and the other three pups, taking them to an odd place. They separated him from the other pups, and put him with different pups from another litter. They were mostly the same colors as him. They tied a white rag around his left ankle, and then set him free with two others. Confused, but excited, he ran away from them.
He then watched other packs as they hunted, and stalked their prey, teaching himself to do the same. At first, all attempts were failures, and looked quite pathetic, but eventually, it worked out. He came to master hunting on his own, though didn’t get much more than a vole or shrew. Deer and other large game were hard to kill on his own.
He was skilled in battle then, most that had seen him said. He fought with courage, and never let down a battle. He said that one of the things to help him was to meditate as others called it. He thought deeply, helping him to prepare, or just calm himself. He was very playful despite how calm this seems. He acted much like a pup still in a way. Though, he was only but a young adult at the age of four.
He sat on his haunches, curling his plume around his body to meet with his forepaws. He wasn’t sure of anything right now, but something new was to happen soon...
--Basic intro, I hope it’s alright! XD I'm so happy I'm finally done! BTW, this is phantomwolf29 from the boards...--
