Post by Tahki on Sept 12, 2007 1:47:34 GMT -5
{ . P R O F I L E . }
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{ G e n e r a l }
Birth/Given Name: Ash
Alias: No Alias, he has no reason for one.
Gender: Male
Human Age: 19
Human Height: 6'1"
Human Weight: 190 lbs
Pure wolf or part wolf? Pure Wolf
--------Ratio: None
Role in Pack Situation: Normally a loner, but if he had the chance to lead a pack of some amount of other wolves he'd take it. He's a bit anti-social at first.
{ A p p e a r a n c e }
Clothing: A white button up shirt with sleeves that are torn and hang in shreds from the top of his shoulder. The shirt itself hangs down to his hips, and follow his body shape. Under that is a thick black shirt that clings to his chest. Down the edges o the openings are colored a soft gold, where the lines under his arms are a deep cobalt blue. A thick leather collar encircles his neck from the time he played "pet" to a sick little girl. *See he's not all bad xD* On his right arm was a blue wrist gauntlet a thick silver band holds it to her wrist, and on the left is a armored gauntlet that he had stolen from an armory a few towns back. Black faded jeans cover his legs, but they are torn in both knees and one more above his knee on his left leg.
Physical Description: Shaggy ivory locks cover his head, bits and pieces of snow white hair falling over his eyes at random. His eyes are a vivid honey-amber color. His body is lanky at first glance, though under his shirt lie a toned and strong body. He usually stands with his legs slightly apart, a cocky stance at most. Though he is also sometimes seen leaning against walls or something.
Wolf Description:
Caught between light and dark, a perfect image of the gradient scale. Silver eyes shine from the dark creature, adding the final touch to the gradient based pelt. Darker grays line the top half of the broad body of the wolf, while lighter grays as well as the slightest of whites. That soon switches back to the darker hues as you look down to his paws. Broad and built, yet broader then a runners. He is a fighter by nature, yet he likes to avoid fights. He has a long X shaped scar running along his hind right flank. In this form he is usually laying down, or sitting. The calm one I guess.
{ I n n e r }
Personality: Ash never was one for talking, yet he seems to find himself the leader of raids, or telling people what to do. He's not a bossy person, but he hates naive and slow people. He likes getting things done, and done quickly. He's calm, and not very easy to upset, but if you press to much on one thing, he's liable to remove your arm of tongue. He likes being alone to think and look at the moon, but he never seems to be able to be alone. He's cocky sometimes, but he doesn't brag to much. He likes girls, but doesn't pay much attention to them.
History: Ash was born in one of the last remaining patches of forest. His father died from a hunter raid, and his mother abandoned him soon after from grief. He was only a year and a few months at this point. Wolves were supposed to be extinct, or very close to it, so he forced himself to remember the illusion his mother talked about it as a pup. It took him a few months but he was soon able to keep his human illusion up. He wandered into a town one day, and used this form to scrounge up food. After that he grew tired of running around as a human and began to wander the streets as a wolf, playing himself off as a puppy. He was found one day by a small girl, a horrible cold was slowly claiming her life. This hit a soft spot in the street hardened Ash, and he followed her home and became her pet for a while. When she had passed, he naturally mourned her death, and ran away from her home to escape his despair. A year after, he found friends in a mixed pack of humans and half breeds. He ran with them until they fell apart. The humans found jobs, and the wolves moved onto a different city. Ash moved to, and settled in another city where he hoped to find something to breathe life into his broken history.
{ E v a l u a t i o n }
RP Sample:
::Ash::
It was plain to see that this kid was having some issues, maybe a few mental ones as well. 'But he does smell like flowers. Probably some really good perfume.' the boy thought to himself from his perch above the group. He'd just gotten here, and he already had made himself into a witness of a crazy cult. Well damn. The sudden erge to scratch the small itch that had sprung up near the thick brown leather collar that he worn ate at his brain. But he knew that if he moved, his scent would spread around in the air; making him traceable.
Though it was easy to ignore when he once again heard the people beneath him talking about Paradise. Paradise? He'd heard that once from a friend or something, but it was in a joking way. No one ever believed that crap. Lucky for Ash he was a quiet person and it didn't take much for him to keep his comments to himself. But this was just insane. Was it really that hard to believe that this kid was insane and that he needs to be admitted? Then again, wolves weren't supposed to exist either.. So now that he'd successfully branded himself as a walking contradiction, he was growing bored.
Feeling oddly driven to talk, he dropped down from his tree, and straightened out his clothing. Looking toward the small group, his amber eyes carefully critiqued them all. "So, your a flower kid, and the rest of you are confused and delusional." he mused in a soft tone. "I've heard of this paradise, but it was only when I was a pup and once more from some lunatic that they sent to the human hospital. So other then the fact that you smell vividly of flowers, what other proof do you have to offer up. In all truth I'm intrigued." he stated, his thin lips curving into a small smirk. Slowly he leaned against the tree, folding his arms slowly. This was going to be interesting... and if not, it would just be another boring day.