Post by Liara on Jul 15, 2005 12:55:34 GMT -5
-sorry I'm doing this again, but there like... isn't a reply button on my other thread, and I don't know how to edit my message ^__^;-
Name-- <--Arrow-->
Gender-- male
Age-- er, if he were human, he'd be somewhere in his 20s ;D
Fur color-- slick, midnight black
Eye color-- a deep, deep brown
Markings-- a chestnut brown arrow running down his back, 'pointing' to the base of his tail.
Scars-- nothing visible
Jewelry-- nyope
Other accessories-- nuh-uh
Mate-- nopeydooda
Pups-- nopenope, and nope
Friends-- not really
Personality-- loner. he travels the land to learn about it. Different species, different people, different lands. he prefers to stand and observe, rather than to get involved. He tends to be quite quiet. He doesn't make friends easily this way, but is very passive and calm, thus it takes a stretch of effort to enrage him. If someone does engage him in conversation however, he won't ignore them, as he is a generally friendly wolf. Occasionally he will go and seek someone out if he feels curios enough, but he prefers to spot wolves from a cliff top, and then venture down and watch them from a distance, without being seen.
Strengths-- He is quite friendly, and quite good looking *whistles, looking around, halo appears, yadayadayada* and he gets on well with other species
Flaws-- not loyal enough. yeh, MAJOR flaw there. If it's a battle between the Foxes and the wolf *yeh right, like that would ever happen* and the wolf were loosing *um, yeh right* Arrow would not go and help his own species. Even if it were the wolves trying to defend themselves. Arrow doesn't like to get involved in fights. He doesn't tend to stand up for anybody, or take a risk for once.
History-- okay, give me a min
...
...
*10 minutes later*
...
right, Arrow was born into a small pack. But as he grew, the pack was thinning, and nerves were running. Things weren't as lovable or close as they used to be. There were more arguments, more squabbles. Eventually there were only 4 of them left. Arrow, his parents, and his brother. His brother had a mental disadvantage, or 'special needed' as it were, and so would stick by their parents whatever happened. But Arrow couldn't take the arguing, and the boredom of staying in one place at one time. So he left them when he was scarcely an older pup. His parents didn't seem to try and stop him, so he went off for adventure.
He returned badly wounded, 4 month later, blood dripping from his maw. Too his mortally-wounded delight, his old pack were reforming. 6 members. But he was no longer one of them, and his farther attacked him on sight.
Confused, distraught and angry, Arrow ran from that place, and continued to wander from the land.
With no place to call home, and no desire to join a distrustful pack, Arrow now travels the lands, observing the lifestyles of others, feeding his lust for travel, and new surroundings he could not contend with in his childhood.
Having spent such a long time with different species, he has somewhat grown up lacking some of that wolven behavior. Not behaving in a completely wolf-like manner. Never howling, never joining a pack...
Loves-- to travel, to find new people and species, marmots (.__0;;
Loathes-- fighting, big, bold and loud females, packs that don't get on, or fights within the pack
Fears-- becoming too much like his parents, becoming a common wolf as a wolf should be, being kicked in the face by a deer (-__-;;
Example of your intro-- The wind whistled through the trees and over the lake. In the dim light of the moon, a figure could be seen beside the moonlit lake. A wolf, no doubt, with a silky midnight-black pelt, with a chestnut brown arrow like shape running down his back, pointing toward his tail. He lapped the water, ears perked for sounds of any others. His tail flicked carelessly. This was his first night in this new land. He was looking forward to seeing lots of new people and exploring the land~
(I nu, I'm crap at intros >_@)
Name-- <--Arrow-->
Gender-- male
Age-- er, if he were human, he'd be somewhere in his 20s ;D
Fur color-- slick, midnight black
Eye color-- a deep, deep brown
Markings-- a chestnut brown arrow running down his back, 'pointing' to the base of his tail.
Scars-- nothing visible
Jewelry-- nyope
Other accessories-- nuh-uh
Mate-- nopeydooda
Pups-- nopenope, and nope
Friends-- not really
Personality-- loner. he travels the land to learn about it. Different species, different people, different lands. he prefers to stand and observe, rather than to get involved. He tends to be quite quiet. He doesn't make friends easily this way, but is very passive and calm, thus it takes a stretch of effort to enrage him. If someone does engage him in conversation however, he won't ignore them, as he is a generally friendly wolf. Occasionally he will go and seek someone out if he feels curios enough, but he prefers to spot wolves from a cliff top, and then venture down and watch them from a distance, without being seen.
Strengths-- He is quite friendly, and quite good looking *whistles, looking around, halo appears, yadayadayada* and he gets on well with other species
Flaws-- not loyal enough. yeh, MAJOR flaw there. If it's a battle between the Foxes and the wolf *yeh right, like that would ever happen* and the wolf were loosing *um, yeh right* Arrow would not go and help his own species. Even if it were the wolves trying to defend themselves. Arrow doesn't like to get involved in fights. He doesn't tend to stand up for anybody, or take a risk for once.
History-- okay, give me a min
...
...
*10 minutes later*
...
right, Arrow was born into a small pack. But as he grew, the pack was thinning, and nerves were running. Things weren't as lovable or close as they used to be. There were more arguments, more squabbles. Eventually there were only 4 of them left. Arrow, his parents, and his brother. His brother had a mental disadvantage, or 'special needed' as it were, and so would stick by their parents whatever happened. But Arrow couldn't take the arguing, and the boredom of staying in one place at one time. So he left them when he was scarcely an older pup. His parents didn't seem to try and stop him, so he went off for adventure.
He returned badly wounded, 4 month later, blood dripping from his maw. Too his mortally-wounded delight, his old pack were reforming. 6 members. But he was no longer one of them, and his farther attacked him on sight.
Confused, distraught and angry, Arrow ran from that place, and continued to wander from the land.
With no place to call home, and no desire to join a distrustful pack, Arrow now travels the lands, observing the lifestyles of others, feeding his lust for travel, and new surroundings he could not contend with in his childhood.
Having spent such a long time with different species, he has somewhat grown up lacking some of that wolven behavior. Not behaving in a completely wolf-like manner. Never howling, never joining a pack...
Loves-- to travel, to find new people and species, marmots (.__0;;
Loathes-- fighting, big, bold and loud females, packs that don't get on, or fights within the pack
Fears-- becoming too much like his parents, becoming a common wolf as a wolf should be, being kicked in the face by a deer (-__-;;
Example of your intro-- The wind whistled through the trees and over the lake. In the dim light of the moon, a figure could be seen beside the moonlit lake. A wolf, no doubt, with a silky midnight-black pelt, with a chestnut brown arrow like shape running down his back, pointing toward his tail. He lapped the water, ears perked for sounds of any others. His tail flicked carelessly. This was his first night in this new land. He was looking forward to seeing lots of new people and exploring the land~
(I nu, I'm crap at intros >_@)
