Post by Soul on Jul 23, 2008 7:13:38 GMT -5
.Name: Soul Abadon
Nickname: If you feel like calling me/him something go right ahead
Age: Two winters and a summer
Pack: o.0
Rank: 0.o
Mate/Crush: Anything with a pulse and is a female he will hit on,
Appearance: Tense muscles ripple under the snow white fur that seems as much of the wind as it is attached to a stolid form. Slender yet powerful, Soul is fairly small for a male wolf for the time he has lived if only for two years being only about two feet high from paw to ear but this does not mean he is by any means less of a challenge to those who wish it.
Emerald green eyes flecked with brown stare into and through all that wanders before their gaze, sizing and guessing about everything, always watching for signs of harm when around others. One canine has been chipped off and is now jagged due to the curiosity as a pup and how a rock would taste. Fore legs and rear legs both toned in arctic weather, sleek and powerful and always capable of a deft kill when necessary,
Personality: Loyalty above all, always the belief, even when leaving his birth pack in search of grander plans, has always been the one thing Soul has been steadfast about and will always be. When fights and conflict arise he believes the best solution is words and communication rather than bloodshed that could easily be avoided, making others see him sometimes as a coward and yet a coward the still has his pride, every wolf has a limit for their patience and Soul's hard to reach but is still there and with a foul temper brooding behind it. He's also a flat out smart ass, teasing others to see their own limit on patience
History: No sob story here, just a happy go lucky pup that has grown up as a shirker. Soul, even as a pup has had a dislike for work that seemed tedious even if it was beneficial, he completed it but always with great trouble to whichever wolf had the 'pleasure' of pup sitting with him and his kin. Being a prankster also caused trouble with the pack, hiding catches and other sentimental things just for the attention. Pulling pranks and living life as the pup he was fast growing out of, Soul never noticed that time had passed by and after the one incident with his poor mouth and a rock, slowly started to become more of an adult, of course with some more childish tendancies. A more exciting life waits beyond the snow caped fields of his homelands and he intends to find it.
One Roleplay Example: Paw after paw, print after print, trodding on in the foreign bushland filled with exotic plants and deadly pests all in search of one thing, although that one thing seemed to always skip further ahead, bobbing in one place only to skip to another when approached, ever searching for it. Upon clearing the dense forest and emerging at a desolate area with nothing but some strange, crumbling structures that both seemed foreboding and welcoming within each other but at the moment it seemed to push him back toward his goal, his new life. "I'll make it and I'll make it work, pack or no," The young and yet old wolf claimed as a grin crawled across his features "Because I can and I'm Soul".
The Person
Alias: Soul, whitey, whatever you want, just be sure to let me know that it's me alrighty.
Roleplay Level: personally i really don't know, Beginner to intermidate if i had to guess because there's always more to learn that makes you seem very basic.
How did you find us?: Why, i think I've been here since the start haven't I?
Random: I like to hurt my chars in the most simple of ways that are funny, dunno why but it's fun
Aha, I finally managed to get on long enough to post this on here and now i must go to sleep, will check back later, buh-bye
Nickname: If you feel like calling me/him something go right ahead
Age: Two winters and a summer
Pack: o.0
Rank: 0.o
Mate/Crush: Anything with a pulse and is a female he will hit on,
Appearance: Tense muscles ripple under the snow white fur that seems as much of the wind as it is attached to a stolid form. Slender yet powerful, Soul is fairly small for a male wolf for the time he has lived if only for two years being only about two feet high from paw to ear but this does not mean he is by any means less of a challenge to those who wish it.
Emerald green eyes flecked with brown stare into and through all that wanders before their gaze, sizing and guessing about everything, always watching for signs of harm when around others. One canine has been chipped off and is now jagged due to the curiosity as a pup and how a rock would taste. Fore legs and rear legs both toned in arctic weather, sleek and powerful and always capable of a deft kill when necessary,
Personality: Loyalty above all, always the belief, even when leaving his birth pack in search of grander plans, has always been the one thing Soul has been steadfast about and will always be. When fights and conflict arise he believes the best solution is words and communication rather than bloodshed that could easily be avoided, making others see him sometimes as a coward and yet a coward the still has his pride, every wolf has a limit for their patience and Soul's hard to reach but is still there and with a foul temper brooding behind it. He's also a flat out smart ass, teasing others to see their own limit on patience
History: No sob story here, just a happy go lucky pup that has grown up as a shirker. Soul, even as a pup has had a dislike for work that seemed tedious even if it was beneficial, he completed it but always with great trouble to whichever wolf had the 'pleasure' of pup sitting with him and his kin. Being a prankster also caused trouble with the pack, hiding catches and other sentimental things just for the attention. Pulling pranks and living life as the pup he was fast growing out of, Soul never noticed that time had passed by and after the one incident with his poor mouth and a rock, slowly started to become more of an adult, of course with some more childish tendancies. A more exciting life waits beyond the snow caped fields of his homelands and he intends to find it.
One Roleplay Example: Paw after paw, print after print, trodding on in the foreign bushland filled with exotic plants and deadly pests all in search of one thing, although that one thing seemed to always skip further ahead, bobbing in one place only to skip to another when approached, ever searching for it. Upon clearing the dense forest and emerging at a desolate area with nothing but some strange, crumbling structures that both seemed foreboding and welcoming within each other but at the moment it seemed to push him back toward his goal, his new life. "I'll make it and I'll make it work, pack or no," The young and yet old wolf claimed as a grin crawled across his features "Because I can and I'm Soul".
The Person
Alias: Soul, whitey, whatever you want, just be sure to let me know that it's me alrighty.
Roleplay Level: personally i really don't know, Beginner to intermidate if i had to guess because there's always more to learn that makes you seem very basic.
How did you find us?: Why, i think I've been here since the start haven't I?
Random: I like to hurt my chars in the most simple of ways that are funny, dunno why but it's fun
Aha, I finally managed to get on long enough to post this on here and now i must go to sleep, will check back later, buh-bye