Post by shestoki on Jul 17, 2009 14:43:50 GMT -5
Name: Atlas
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Height: three feet high six feet long
Species: Wolf
Pack: Cahya
Rank: Alpha.
Alliance: Neutral
Physical Appearance: Long shiny auburn fur with uncommonly large black paws, floppy ears, and a white streak on his left leg all the way down to the bottom of the paw. He has small sky blue eyes that are always tired and old in contrast with his strong body that has a longer tail than most.
Personality: A pacifist unless is forced otherwise, even when a enemy approaches he will always try to do the least hurt to them in order to be able to make them retreat, surrender, or so that they can be taken captive. Killing is his last resort and he will only ever kill when all other methods have been useless. Accepting of anyone who wishes to join his pack, but makes them prove that they will control their natural instincts of territoriality and quick action. He himself controls his instincts to allow any other wolf or animal the chance to speak before action is taken in any situation, he also never growls unless he has lost his temper (never happened since he became the alpha). He meditates in spare time, and carves dead limbs into statues with his claws.
History: He was raised among bears and has trained himself to use his body to attack points of weakness due to his size, and he has adapted to be more quick than normal.
Crush: None yet
Mate: Not yet
Pups: None
Other Kin: none known now
Picture: Tessa was kind enough to provide this drawing of my character
tessa-black.deviantart.com/art/Atlas-129786354
Powers: 1.Can link with members of his pack so that they only feel half of the normal pain in battle while he feels the other half (they may choose not to accept this if they wish, and it vanishes when the other member chooses) (if he is linked with a pack member when they die he dies also), 2.lives longer than most others (around 150 years), 3.and can see in color (not a power but dogs normally cannot).
Role Play Sample: Atlas stirred, he could feel the winds changing, whipping the scents that floated around him away to be replaced by a favorite scent of his. Wafting from where he had left his pack to eat their meal that he had caught earlier, he smelled the blood and muscle tissue of the elk that would have made any other wolf stuff himself silly, except him. Having eaten enough to keep him healthy already he proceeded to lick his paws and attempt to tap into the magic powers of the stone that the shamans of his clan so easily drew their power from, but as always he just didn’t have the talent for magic.
As his pack returned to the clearing he noticed that they all were so full that they would not be up for guard duty tonight and so, resisting the urge to tell them off he told them they could have the night off and he would guard tonight. Upon hearing this; the pack thanked him, plopped down where they were standing, and fell asleep leaving the space nearest the stone occupied with the two shamans and a space for him. He chuckled to himself upon seeing how tired they were, and at how tired they would be after the next day's training.
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Height: three feet high six feet long
Species: Wolf
Pack: Cahya
Rank: Alpha.
Alliance: Neutral
Physical Appearance: Long shiny auburn fur with uncommonly large black paws, floppy ears, and a white streak on his left leg all the way down to the bottom of the paw. He has small sky blue eyes that are always tired and old in contrast with his strong body that has a longer tail than most.
Personality: A pacifist unless is forced otherwise, even when a enemy approaches he will always try to do the least hurt to them in order to be able to make them retreat, surrender, or so that they can be taken captive. Killing is his last resort and he will only ever kill when all other methods have been useless. Accepting of anyone who wishes to join his pack, but makes them prove that they will control their natural instincts of territoriality and quick action. He himself controls his instincts to allow any other wolf or animal the chance to speak before action is taken in any situation, he also never growls unless he has lost his temper (never happened since he became the alpha). He meditates in spare time, and carves dead limbs into statues with his claws.
History: He was raised among bears and has trained himself to use his body to attack points of weakness due to his size, and he has adapted to be more quick than normal.
Crush: None yet
Mate: Not yet
Pups: None
Other Kin: none known now
Picture: Tessa was kind enough to provide this drawing of my character
tessa-black.deviantart.com/art/Atlas-129786354
Powers: 1.Can link with members of his pack so that they only feel half of the normal pain in battle while he feels the other half (they may choose not to accept this if they wish, and it vanishes when the other member chooses) (if he is linked with a pack member when they die he dies also), 2.lives longer than most others (around 150 years), 3.and can see in color (not a power but dogs normally cannot).
Role Play Sample: Atlas stirred, he could feel the winds changing, whipping the scents that floated around him away to be replaced by a favorite scent of his. Wafting from where he had left his pack to eat their meal that he had caught earlier, he smelled the blood and muscle tissue of the elk that would have made any other wolf stuff himself silly, except him. Having eaten enough to keep him healthy already he proceeded to lick his paws and attempt to tap into the magic powers of the stone that the shamans of his clan so easily drew their power from, but as always he just didn’t have the talent for magic.
As his pack returned to the clearing he noticed that they all were so full that they would not be up for guard duty tonight and so, resisting the urge to tell them off he told them they could have the night off and he would guard tonight. Upon hearing this; the pack thanked him, plopped down where they were standing, and fell asleep leaving the space nearest the stone occupied with the two shamans and a space for him. He chuckled to himself upon seeing how tired they were, and at how tired they would be after the next day's training.