Post by Mercutio on Jun 22, 2008 20:31:47 GMT -5
Name: Mercutio
Meaning: Named after the character in Romeo and Juliet, or the Messenger God Mercury.
Nickname: Snowfang
Age: 3 years
Pack: Unknown
Rank: Unknown
Mate/Crush: Unknown
Appearance: Mercutio's coat is pure white speckled with silver guard hairs that gives him the appearance of being cloaked in a beam of light. He is a large male, and powerfully built, and his eyes share none of the humour of his name. They are a dark grey hue, like an oncoming storm, and grim but unfocused. The great white wolf is blind from a wound sustained when he was young. His sense of smell is extraordinarily keen. Thin scars wrap about his broad muzzle and shoulders from an encounter with a human hunter. He walks with a slight limp. His posture gives the appearance of dominance, and despite his size, he can move as a wraith when needed.
Personality: Imposing in appearance, Mercutio is often judged to be as harsh as the North from which he came. However, while stern and unyielding in punishment with creatures that displease him, he is deceptively gentle towards those that he deems harmless, especially females and cubs. He is a creature of justice and fairness, but does not take kindly to villians. He does not trust easily. He is rather introspective and quiet and dislikes confrontation, avoiding it whenever possible. He is very shy among females his own age and a bit of a bungler. He is most happy when a distance is kept between himself and others.
History: Mercutio was born in the snowy North into a fairly large litter. His cubhood was what could only be called idyllic. When he had reached two years of age, Mercutio and his brother Janglur, both very curious adolescents, wandered off from the pack for days, eventually stumbling on a hunting camp of humans. Janglur was killed by the humans and Mercutio was wounded and barely was able to escape with his life.
He travelled for what seemed an eternity, dazed and bleeding, the snow covering up the familiar scent-marks of his pack. He managed to hunt small game, although his survival was far from assured. In his travels he found other wolf packs, although the strange scars that crossed his body and his imposing size made them cautious. Time and time again he was driven off, and the great Northern wolf returned to his life of solitude. A year passed. Finally he again scented the marks of another, friendlier pack. With a slightly wagging tail and a fair bit of anxiety he began to follow their scent...
Meaning: Named after the character in Romeo and Juliet, or the Messenger God Mercury.
Nickname: Snowfang
Age: 3 years
Pack: Unknown
Rank: Unknown
Mate/Crush: Unknown
Appearance: Mercutio's coat is pure white speckled with silver guard hairs that gives him the appearance of being cloaked in a beam of light. He is a large male, and powerfully built, and his eyes share none of the humour of his name. They are a dark grey hue, like an oncoming storm, and grim but unfocused. The great white wolf is blind from a wound sustained when he was young. His sense of smell is extraordinarily keen. Thin scars wrap about his broad muzzle and shoulders from an encounter with a human hunter. He walks with a slight limp. His posture gives the appearance of dominance, and despite his size, he can move as a wraith when needed.
Personality: Imposing in appearance, Mercutio is often judged to be as harsh as the North from which he came. However, while stern and unyielding in punishment with creatures that displease him, he is deceptively gentle towards those that he deems harmless, especially females and cubs. He is a creature of justice and fairness, but does not take kindly to villians. He does not trust easily. He is rather introspective and quiet and dislikes confrontation, avoiding it whenever possible. He is very shy among females his own age and a bit of a bungler. He is most happy when a distance is kept between himself and others.
History: Mercutio was born in the snowy North into a fairly large litter. His cubhood was what could only be called idyllic. When he had reached two years of age, Mercutio and his brother Janglur, both very curious adolescents, wandered off from the pack for days, eventually stumbling on a hunting camp of humans. Janglur was killed by the humans and Mercutio was wounded and barely was able to escape with his life.
He travelled for what seemed an eternity, dazed and bleeding, the snow covering up the familiar scent-marks of his pack. He managed to hunt small game, although his survival was far from assured. In his travels he found other wolf packs, although the strange scars that crossed his body and his imposing size made them cautious. Time and time again he was driven off, and the great Northern wolf returned to his life of solitude. A year passed. Finally he again scented the marks of another, friendlier pack. With a slightly wagging tail and a fair bit of anxiety he began to follow their scent...