Post by » Gavin on Apr 16, 2009 4:21:41 GMT
Back To Basics...
[/center][/size]Name;: Gavin.
Gender;: Mann
Age;: Roughly four and a half years, give or take some months and some change.
Pack Member or Loner?;: Eventually, I hope to have him as either a packmember or an Alpha- pack is still undecided, or course, and any possible leadership positions is left up to the admins
It's All In The Fur...
[/center][/size]Pelt Colour;: His body is a rather rugged mix of blacks and steely grays, though the grays are tipped with more ivory color, giving him a sort of 'agouti' appearance. His limbs are black, or nearly black, although his hind legs have gray 'stockings'. Behind his ears is a bright ginger and above his eyes a sort of tawny cream lurks about; it's hard to see. And stretching from his cheekbones down to his chest in a downward, triangle, bib-like patch of fur is pure ivory. Below this patch the fur around his shoulders and breast lightens considerably to a much paler gray before darkening again once it reaches his limbs. His tail is the same color as his body; the tip is a bit darker, but because his color overall blends together it often goes unnoticed.
Pawpads;: I'm not sure exactly how realistic this site is color-wise, but ether way, his front pads are dark, like the fur, and his hind pads are pink, due to the lightening of fur back there.
Eye Colour;:A gray-blue color; I'll likely refer to them as 'cerulean' or 'cyan'. Not really icy, so to speak.
Height;:He's definitely above average for a grown male, but I'm not going to exaggerate his size- too much. Average males usually range from 28-32 inches at the shoulders,and larger ones can stand in anywhere from 32 to 38 inches, so he's probably about 40 inches at the shoulder.
Build;: He's a bit stocky; more muscle than anything, but his legs are long and lean. He would weigh in around 140 lbs.
Physical Description;: Rather large and well-built; he could definitely hold his own in a fight without being too concerned about the outcome. His ears are small, which makes his head look a tad dis-proportioned (another thing that adds to this is his long neck), and his muzzle is broad, but short. His paws seem almost too large for his body, though he handles them well.
Those Voices In Your Head...
[/center][/size]Personality;:Rather quiet and withdrawn, but an overall nice guy. He has one of those deep, rumbling voices that, matched with his height, often makes him seem a bit intimidating, although h couldn't be more of the opposite. Despite this friendliness, he's very proud, and won't be taken advantage of or talked down to. He knows his strengths, and he picks his battles well. Because he's older, and more “experienced”, he isn't very skittish, and he knows what he wants.
Hopes;: 01. Find a pack; 02. find fulfillment; 03. Eventually settle down and have a family.
Fears;: Essentially, the elements- fire, large bodies of water, and intense storms. These will be explained farther down; i know it sounds ridiculous.
Dreams;: The future, really. It's always occupying his mind; he bases the majority of his actions off of considerations for his future well-being and the well-being of those around him.
Goals: To complete reiterate everything: Fulfillment, which to him involves leading a life that would make his father proud, finding a mate, raising a family, and doing what he can for his future pack to the best of his ability.
The Past Is The Past...
[/center][/size]History;:Gavin grew up in a very well-to-do pack; the original founders had chosen a territory that was both lush and full of prey; the only fights were inner-pack skirmishes, typically for Beta ranks. As a cub, he was the lead warrior's “apprentice” of sorts, although his mentor eventually perished before his training was complete and he could be initiated into warrior status. The reason his fears are the elements is because, in early summer, a thunderstorm turned especially nasty and the lightening caught several trees on fire, which eventually consumed the entire territory. Much of his family, including his father, mother, and newborn siblings, perished simply because the cubs were too young to move and neither sire nor dam had the heart to leave them. Gavin and his littermates- and other packmembers, including his mentors- eventually were pushed by the fire's edge to a river that divided two packs, and their only hope for survival was to cross. Gavin, his brothers, and one of his sisters all managed to cross, but his second sister, who had never been very strong, fell behind, and his mentor died attempting to rescue her.
Family;:Gavin was not denied the love of a fmaily- his father was very dedicated, and his mother remained a constant source of encouragement, even up until the end.
Mother;:Riona
Father;:Gannon
Siblings;:Keenan (m), Cadoc (m), Sitsi (f), and Bindi (f).
Mate;:None. No children, either.
Anything Else You Wanna Say?...
[/center][/size]Sample Introduction;: (I'm taking this to mean a sample RP):
FROM TS:
Silver paws left gentle dimples in the pelt of snow that the meadow was harboring as a rather lean mann padded across the ivory terrain, his pale blue eyes scanning the vast panoramic view of the Transylvania wildlands. For a brief moment he closed his eyes against the relentless wind, growling softly to himself as he dropped his skull to rub his eyes against a hoary foreleg. This wind, he thought dryly to himself, Has got to stop. It had been ravaging his pelt since he had ventured from the rather dank den he had procured the previous evening, and had yet to release its icy grip on his fur, had yet to cease it's incredibly irritating grappling against his tender skin. Sighing to himself, Dax lifted his paws and continued ambling across the valley, the place he had been residing the past few moons. He had yet to venture into packlands, or anywhere remotely close to them. Still, the meadow wasn't nearly as scarce food source-wise as other places- the manifold species of lera that inhabited the lands wouldn't stray too far, and Dax would often wake up in the early morning to bunches of Herla grazing, completely at peace in the bowl of a meadow. Despite living life as a Kerl for the past few weeks, Dax had yet to succumb to the elements and ahd kept himself well-fed. He looked a right sight better in the middle of winter than other Vargs he had passed, but he knew that half of it was luck in itself.
The wolf was rather grizzled in color; he was a perfect mixture of tans and auburns and silvers and blacks, complete with a tail of near ginger perfection and half-circles of black that ringed the bottom half of his eyes. He was of average height, perhaps slightly above, but instead of being a burly, rippling specimen, he was lean and lithe with long, lanky legs and too-large paws, giving him the comical look of an adult not out of his puppy body, though he was nearly four years old. Salmon tongue lolling from his mouth, Dax Ehzno ambled steadily forward, charcoal nostrils flaring as he inhaled every scent.
A new scent wafted from the treeline, striking him offguurd and causing immediate awareness. His large auds tipped forward and his cerulean orbs struck at the she-wolf several yeards before him, and he raised his cherry tassel as he slowly approached her. She was of quite unique coloring, with her back and shoulders a seemingly agouti mixture of charcoals and slate grays that extended down her thick tail; this coloring, however, did not extend past her shoulder blades and instead trickled into something far more pure in color. He caught her amber eyes and smiled, lowering his tail and woofing gently to her. "Hello," he offered, unsure of whether or not to advance any closer. "You lost?" It was supposed to be a joke, but his features darkened as he realized that it sounded rather stupid, and he hurried to correct himself, his light voice stumbling over the words. "I-er...I didn't mean that, really, I was just, um, trying to..." With a sigh, he gave up on the previous attempt at conversation, and with a inward griamce he started again. "I'm Dax."
Picture;: I'm hoping to get a banner here, soon.
