Post by creamwolfgurl on Dec 26, 2008 21:17:33 GMT -5
Name: Am-dros Blesar -Wind's Pleasure (known as Chyfaill -friend) it's Welsh
Gender: male
Age:5
Element: Air
Power: He's very powerful, it runs in his blood. He can control the air around him to a very delicate and powerful degree. Don't cross him, seriously.
Weakness: Powerful earthen places- such as caves and graveyards- weaken him
Likes:Solitude, friends, laughing, thinking, night
Dislikes:graveyards, caves, darkness bringers, lies, disloyalty
Appearance: He's tall for a wolf, and slim with it. Being very used to his element, he's a wickedly fast runner and flyer. He's rangy, in the kind of way he carries slender, strong muscles and very little fat. He'd not last too long in a serious famine if he had to rely on his excess fat.
His muzzle is tapering and narrow, his entire head is very aristocratic and, well, attractive. His ears are the slightest bit over large and the tip of his right one tends to flop over in a mildly disarmingly-sweet fashion. His eyes are the brightest, vividest gold and big, very compelling.
He's long legged and his tail is long and plumy and waves about in an ingratiating kind of way most of the time. He's winged- I possibly gave that away earlier- and said wings are large and elegant and softly feathered. He can tuck them close to his sides and they don't changes the lines of him if he doesn't want them to. Most all of him is elegant, to be honest.
He has black splashed liberally across his face. Only part of his cheeks, his straight ear and his forehead are not black, though the dark colour stops at the base of his other ear. His paws are black dipped. The rest of him is a pale creamy beige-gold, a colour quite difficult to describe. Almost like very creamy, pale caramel I suppose. His wings are purely white.
Pack/Rank: Loner, Air Master
Personality: He's usually very calm and content. He's a friendly enough wolf, but he utterly hates being told what to do. That's a big reason he's a loner. He has no real need to join a pack.
He likes his solitude, but he also likes company- if the company is interesting. Boring personalities are not tolerated and he will brush them off as quickly and kindly as possible. It's a good thing he's not angered easily- he's a formidable opponent or enemy in any battle.
History: Put your character's history here. His father was a wolf called Barere (Baa-REE-air) also of air element. Barere had an incident in his youth -most of his family, I might add, are water elementals, but the occasional earthen pops out- and lost his hearing. It was restored to him some time later and he became an immensely powerful wolf, who met a welsh femora and his son, Chyfaill, received that power and more. He spent his five years of life enjoying and honing his power, having met few wolves he can tolerate for long periods of time. He has made many friends, but he moves on quickly, no ties or roots, and has comes here, seeking...well, the usual. A few days of companionship and an update on what's happening in the world.
Sample Post: Do I have to? Jeez, fine.
The wind growled low, low and fierce, yet beyond it howled as the eerie wolfsong of past spirits. He trembled from the fear of his, eyes darting about in terror, seeking the one who controlled the fearsome phantasms.
Me.
I stood bare moments from the intruder on my rocky cliff top, and he could not see me, for I had given my form to the wind for now and stood, invisible. I am in no mood for company.
My power pushed at my element, fluttering the veil between the planes. For a moment, my vision split and I saw another place, both entirely different and truly alike. Wolves there were no longer living.
I shivered and let my form shift and appear.
The wolf sprang back from me, his eyes bugging out of his head. I stared at him, contemplating him calmly. Perhaps inside I was shaken by the place I had glimpsed, but I am skilled at holding my façade of serenity when I need.
I think you should go. I said, as kindly as I could manage. He nodded and stepped back, once, twice, thrice. Uh...uh...she said you would-
I am beyond her. I told him. So I will not. My gold eyes flashed and my voice deepened, the lilt of my ancestry thickening. Go!
He fled.
I get no pleasure from scaring the young male, but does it matter? This is a night, to me, for the wild, wild wind and I to make peace, and no for silly young wolves to stumble upon things they should not.
Blame Ori that I've descended on you
More guys? lol
Gender: male
Age:5
Element
Power
Weakness: Powerful earthen places- such as caves and graveyards- weaken him
Likes:Solitude, friends, laughing, thinking, night
Dislikes:graveyards, caves, darkness bringers, lies, disloyalty
Appearance: He's tall for a wolf, and slim with it. Being very used to his element, he's a wickedly fast runner and flyer. He's rangy, in the kind of way he carries slender, strong muscles and very little fat. He'd not last too long in a serious famine if he had to rely on his excess fat.
His muzzle is tapering and narrow, his entire head is very aristocratic and, well, attractive. His ears are the slightest bit over large and the tip of his right one tends to flop over in a mildly disarmingly-sweet fashion. His eyes are the brightest, vividest gold and big, very compelling.
He's long legged and his tail is long and plumy and waves about in an ingratiating kind of way most of the time. He's winged- I possibly gave that away earlier- and said wings are large and elegant and softly feathered. He can tuck them close to his sides and they don't changes the lines of him if he doesn't want them to. Most all of him is elegant, to be honest.
He has black splashed liberally across his face. Only part of his cheeks, his straight ear and his forehead are not black, though the dark colour stops at the base of his other ear. His paws are black dipped. The rest of him is a pale creamy beige-gold, a colour quite difficult to describe. Almost like very creamy, pale caramel I suppose. His wings are purely white.
Pack/Rank: Loner, Air Master
Personality: He's usually very calm and content. He's a friendly enough wolf, but he utterly hates being told what to do. That's a big reason he's a loner. He has no real need to join a pack.
He likes his solitude, but he also likes company- if the company is interesting. Boring personalities are not tolerated and he will brush them off as quickly and kindly as possible. It's a good thing he's not angered easily- he's a formidable opponent or enemy in any battle.
History: Put your character's history here. His father was a wolf called Barere (Baa-REE-air) also of air element. Barere had an incident in his youth -most of his family, I might add, are water elementals, but the occasional earthen pops out- and lost his hearing. It was restored to him some time later and he became an immensely powerful wolf, who met a welsh femora and his son, Chyfaill, received that power and more. He spent his five years of life enjoying and honing his power, having met few wolves he can tolerate for long periods of time. He has made many friends, but he moves on quickly, no ties or roots, and has comes here, seeking...well, the usual. A few days of companionship and an update on what's happening in the world.
Sample Post: Do I have to? Jeez, fine.
The wind growled low, low and fierce, yet beyond it howled as the eerie wolfsong of past spirits. He trembled from the fear of his, eyes darting about in terror, seeking the one who controlled the fearsome phantasms.
Me.
I stood bare moments from the intruder on my rocky cliff top, and he could not see me, for I had given my form to the wind for now and stood, invisible. I am in no mood for company.
My power pushed at my element, fluttering the veil between the planes. For a moment, my vision split and I saw another place, both entirely different and truly alike. Wolves there were no longer living.
I shivered and let my form shift and appear.
The wolf sprang back from me, his eyes bugging out of his head. I stared at him, contemplating him calmly. Perhaps inside I was shaken by the place I had glimpsed, but I am skilled at holding my façade of serenity when I need.
I think you should go. I said, as kindly as I could manage. He nodded and stepped back, once, twice, thrice. Uh...uh...she said you would-
I am beyond her. I told him. So I will not. My gold eyes flashed and my voice deepened, the lilt of my ancestry thickening. Go!
He fled.
I get no pleasure from scaring the young male, but does it matter? This is a night, to me, for the wild, wild wind and I to make peace, and no for silly young wolves to stumble upon things they should not.
Blame Ori that I've descended on you
More guys? lol