Post by Fenrir on Aug 18, 2012 1:51:07 GMT -5
Name: Fenrir
Age: Four
Gender Male
Personality: Despite his large size, Fenrir is actually a gentle soul. Always quiet and polite, he detests fighting, violence, and any sort of rude behavior. He is very trusting, overly trusting even, willing to follow the word of a stranger in order to help another wolf. While Fenrir is quite content to sit in the woods, lost in thought, he would much prefer to be in the company of other wolves. Fenrir is very social, and has a special love of puppies and their innocence. With his patience and robust form, he would be an excellent pup-sitter. Although he is not a coward, Fenrir will avoid conflict at all cost, even if it means losing his dignity in the process.
Appearance: Fenrir is a very large grey wolf, with most of his bulk coming from muscle, not fat. His paws and head are slightly out of proportion with his body, being a bit larger than normal. Besides his size (and odd proportions), there is nothing unique about his appearance. Fenrir has typical grey wolf coloration: splotches of grey and brown in random patterns along his body. Because of his large size, Fenrir is quite slow, and not very agile. However, what Fenrir lacks in grace, he makes up for in brute strength and stamina.
History: Being born into an era of war between packs, it was expected that two of the greatest warriors the Pack had ever seen would produce equally impressive offspring. While Fenrir's brother surpassed their parents in skill, strength, speed, and blood-lust Fenrir showed no interest in the warrior lifestyle. On the contrary, Fenrir preferred a very quiet, peaceful life, often missing combat training to stroll through the woods. While Fenrir's family was supportive and loving, the Pack did not take too kindly to a warrior who refused to fight. So, on the eve of his second year, Fenrir made a decision to leave the Pack, in order to find a more suitable lifestyle and prevent any further disappointment he felt he was causing his family. Due to his large size, he often frightens smaller wolves and has been unable to find a home after two years of wandering.
Family: Born to Havoc (m) and Torrent (f) with brother Skoll
Mate: None
Pups: None
Example Post: How long had it been since he had seen another wolf? Days? Weeks? It couldn't have been months...could it? With a heavy sigh Fenrir continued along the muddy path he had discovered beside the riverbed. Water from the river just barely splashed his paws as he strolled along, offering little relief from the heat. After countless hours of aimless wandering, he had even surprised himself with a desire to stroll through the woods, just as he had once done during his puppy days. During his puppy days, however, the river in his homeland was never this dry. In fact, calling this mud-hole a river was very generous. As if defending itself, Fenrir felt another tiny splash from the drying river. Curious, he scanned the muck for the source. The culprit, he discovered, was a fish trapped in a puddle, isolated from other portions of what he assumed was once a great river. Was this, perhaps, lunch? The poor creature splashed once again, and Fenrir almost couldn't bring himself to turn it into a meal. "What a terrible way to go, being trapped like that." The grey wolf muttered with the shake of his head. Well...technically he would be putting it out of its misery. And he was quite hungry.
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Age: Four
Gender Male
Personality: Despite his large size, Fenrir is actually a gentle soul. Always quiet and polite, he detests fighting, violence, and any sort of rude behavior. He is very trusting, overly trusting even, willing to follow the word of a stranger in order to help another wolf. While Fenrir is quite content to sit in the woods, lost in thought, he would much prefer to be in the company of other wolves. Fenrir is very social, and has a special love of puppies and their innocence. With his patience and robust form, he would be an excellent pup-sitter. Although he is not a coward, Fenrir will avoid conflict at all cost, even if it means losing his dignity in the process.
Appearance: Fenrir is a very large grey wolf, with most of his bulk coming from muscle, not fat. His paws and head are slightly out of proportion with his body, being a bit larger than normal. Besides his size (and odd proportions), there is nothing unique about his appearance. Fenrir has typical grey wolf coloration: splotches of grey and brown in random patterns along his body. Because of his large size, Fenrir is quite slow, and not very agile. However, what Fenrir lacks in grace, he makes up for in brute strength and stamina.
History: Being born into an era of war between packs, it was expected that two of the greatest warriors the Pack had ever seen would produce equally impressive offspring. While Fenrir's brother surpassed their parents in skill, strength, speed, and blood-lust Fenrir showed no interest in the warrior lifestyle. On the contrary, Fenrir preferred a very quiet, peaceful life, often missing combat training to stroll through the woods. While Fenrir's family was supportive and loving, the Pack did not take too kindly to a warrior who refused to fight. So, on the eve of his second year, Fenrir made a decision to leave the Pack, in order to find a more suitable lifestyle and prevent any further disappointment he felt he was causing his family. Due to his large size, he often frightens smaller wolves and has been unable to find a home after two years of wandering.
Family: Born to Havoc (m) and Torrent (f) with brother Skoll
Mate: None
Pups: None
Example Post: How long had it been since he had seen another wolf? Days? Weeks? It couldn't have been months...could it? With a heavy sigh Fenrir continued along the muddy path he had discovered beside the riverbed. Water from the river just barely splashed his paws as he strolled along, offering little relief from the heat. After countless hours of aimless wandering, he had even surprised himself with a desire to stroll through the woods, just as he had once done during his puppy days. During his puppy days, however, the river in his homeland was never this dry. In fact, calling this mud-hole a river was very generous. As if defending itself, Fenrir felt another tiny splash from the drying river. Curious, he scanned the muck for the source. The culprit, he discovered, was a fish trapped in a puddle, isolated from other portions of what he assumed was once a great river. Was this, perhaps, lunch? The poor creature splashed once again, and Fenrir almost couldn't bring himself to turn it into a meal. "What a terrible way to go, being trapped like that." The grey wolf muttered with the shake of his head. Well...technically he would be putting it out of its misery. And he was quite hungry.
Other Wolves On This Site: None
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