Post by Vance on Jul 24, 2005 1:27:59 GMT -5
Name-- Vance Ambivolent
Gender-- Male.
Age-- One-and-a-half.
Fur color-- Mainly white.
Eye color-- Yellow.
Markings-- Though his fur is mainly white, he also has an ear that is tipped very slightly in black, as well as a small dark strip on the underside of his tail.
Scars-- A scar on his underbelly, not visible, caused by a slightly violent fight with his older brother when he was a whelp.
Jewelry-- None.
Other accessories-- None
Mate-- None.
Pups-- None.
Friends-- None.
Personality-- Vance... has mental problems, somewhat. He has another wolf living in his head, as you could put it. This alter personality usually goes by the name of Sin. No, not original, but that really describes him. Vance himself is a rather balance, nice wolf. On the other hand, since, like his name suggests, is a writhing ball of hatred. Vance is the personality with the most control over the body.. however, Sin is the most evil. At times, Sin will appear as an actual vision to Vance. And when he's talking to Vance, what you'll hear is
"Vance. Yes, Sin. Let's kill someone. How about no? Please?"
It's near to impossible to follow the conversation. They both control the mouth.
Strengths-- Vance can be rather fast, rather speedy. Agile.
Flaws-- Undersized, not strong. As for mental.. it's quite obvious. But in the presence of others, Vance will shake suddenly, for no reason, and even whimper.
History-- Vance was the runt in a litter of seven. And he hated his siblings with a passion. Except his sister, Autumn, who was the nice one in a writhing hoard of nasty little buggers. At a year old, he grew so sick of his siblings that he left. He leeched off another pack for half a year, before conflict annoyed him to the point of leaving.
Loves-- When Sin falls asleep in his mind. Peace.
Loathes-- Any wolf who will throw himself/herself onto an alpha in a gesture of power.
Fears-- Sin.
Example of your intro-- The grass was a rather unappealing shade of yellow, having been parched by a lack of water over the last few months. And this, thus, made it extremely prickly, as a forlorn adolescent was learning as he traipsed over it. The sun beat down on his pallid pelt. Well, it was pallid, but seemed eternally dirty.
His fur was generally of a cream hue, definitely not a brilliant white. It was hard to tell if it had gained its hue via birth, or via the wandering the male had done since “evacuating” his pack. Evacuating meaning leaving it. Because he hated his pack, simply because they were all conceited with some dreams of glory. And the fact that they were all nasty. Nasty little buggers.
A vehement grunt escaped the young male's muzzle, and he let his gaze travel the area.
Stop your goddamn stalling, you little idiot.
Vance stopped in his manical pacing, resting on his hindquarters.
No thanks, Sin.
For a short period it looked like he was having a fit. He then regained his composure. But he looked like he was fuming, his shoulders shaking, his pelt covered with tiny beads of sweat.
Don't fight me, Sin. Don't.
Gender-- Male.
Age-- One-and-a-half.
Fur color-- Mainly white.
Eye color-- Yellow.
Markings-- Though his fur is mainly white, he also has an ear that is tipped very slightly in black, as well as a small dark strip on the underside of his tail.
Scars-- A scar on his underbelly, not visible, caused by a slightly violent fight with his older brother when he was a whelp.
Jewelry-- None.
Other accessories-- None
Mate-- None.
Pups-- None.
Friends-- None.
Personality-- Vance... has mental problems, somewhat. He has another wolf living in his head, as you could put it. This alter personality usually goes by the name of Sin. No, not original, but that really describes him. Vance himself is a rather balance, nice wolf. On the other hand, since, like his name suggests, is a writhing ball of hatred. Vance is the personality with the most control over the body.. however, Sin is the most evil. At times, Sin will appear as an actual vision to Vance. And when he's talking to Vance, what you'll hear is
"Vance. Yes, Sin. Let's kill someone. How about no? Please?"
It's near to impossible to follow the conversation. They both control the mouth.
Strengths-- Vance can be rather fast, rather speedy. Agile.
Flaws-- Undersized, not strong. As for mental.. it's quite obvious. But in the presence of others, Vance will shake suddenly, for no reason, and even whimper.
History-- Vance was the runt in a litter of seven. And he hated his siblings with a passion. Except his sister, Autumn, who was the nice one in a writhing hoard of nasty little buggers. At a year old, he grew so sick of his siblings that he left. He leeched off another pack for half a year, before conflict annoyed him to the point of leaving.
Loves-- When Sin falls asleep in his mind. Peace.
Loathes-- Any wolf who will throw himself/herself onto an alpha in a gesture of power.
Fears-- Sin.
Example of your intro-- The grass was a rather unappealing shade of yellow, having been parched by a lack of water over the last few months. And this, thus, made it extremely prickly, as a forlorn adolescent was learning as he traipsed over it. The sun beat down on his pallid pelt. Well, it was pallid, but seemed eternally dirty.
His fur was generally of a cream hue, definitely not a brilliant white. It was hard to tell if it had gained its hue via birth, or via the wandering the male had done since “evacuating” his pack. Evacuating meaning leaving it. Because he hated his pack, simply because they were all conceited with some dreams of glory. And the fact that they were all nasty. Nasty little buggers.
A vehement grunt escaped the young male's muzzle, and he let his gaze travel the area.
Stop your goddamn stalling, you little idiot.
Vance stopped in his manical pacing, resting on his hindquarters.
No thanks, Sin.
For a short period it looked like he was having a fit. He then regained his composure. But he looked like he was fuming, his shoulders shaking, his pelt covered with tiny beads of sweat.
Don't fight me, Sin. Don't.
