Post by moonfox210 on Aug 4, 2006 5:10:17 GMT -5
[x]Name: One
[x]Gender: M
[x]Age: 10
[x]Breed: Gray Wolf
[x]Alignment: Test Subject
[x]Sin/Virtue: Pride and Faith
[x]Rank: None
[x]Appearance: A lean grey wolf with bushy fur lined with golden and copper-red markings. He has a fierce amber eye speckled with emerald green; his left eye. A blend of scar mars the right side of his face where the flesh had been infected before, leaving behind pale pink lines where the fur barely grows. Sometimes he squints his right eye, but in reality he is blind in that eye. It tears constantly making him a little over enthusiastic about washing his face constantly.
[x]Personality: One is an optimistic wolf, welcoming challenges and mostly preferring to look at the bright side of life. Despite his gruesome appearance, he is actually rather proud that he can stand his ground easily even with a disability. He thinks that he has to do anything the best that he can so that he can go to heaven when this 'test of life' finishes.
[x]History:[x] In the living world, he had been Black Jack's mentor, teaching him how to live the life of a street dog and the silent rules of the gangs (packs) of dogs that patrolled their own territory.
[x]Lineage: Unknown
[x]Mate: None
[x]Pack: None
[x]Siblings: None
[x]Offspring: None
[x]Other Relations: Black Jack's previous mentor. Real name: Voida
[x]Abilities/Powers:
- Shapeshifting (Harpy eagle, an elegantly crested avian and the largest eagle. Plumage of white, brown and black-banded tail. Speckled legs and black collar. White breast.)
- Telepathy
RP sampleOne was in a relatively good mood. It almost seemed as if he always wore a permanant smile upon his face. The sunlight shone upon his well-groomed pelt, making it gleam in bright golden and copper-red. The thick grey fur around his chest and nape took on a silvery sheen in the light.
He gazed downwards at the shimmering water, a satisfied grin crossed his features. Despite the disgusting scars across the side of his face, he found himself a most interesting and prime specimen of a wolf. Indeed. What would some of the other greys would give for gold and auburn to shine upon their fur?
:: I look good. In fact, I look splendid today... :: He nodded once, his deep tenor voice reverberating in mental fluctuations.
He paused. His eye was running again. It always did. Leaving a small trail of disgustingly sticky liquid down the side of his cheek. It was the bane of his image.
:: Well, I suppose one has to contend with what one has... :: He murmured, his voice taking on a despairing tone. Then he stood up, making a quick turn around to check his reflection in the water. Assured that he looked exquisitely neat and clean, he took another step forward and then...
KASPLASH!
Water flooded his eyes, ears and mouth and he quickly realised someone or something had pushed him into the shallows of the stream. He gasped, spitting the water out as he broke the surface of the stream and glared at the figure standing on the bank in front of him.
The other wolf was black and white, panting heavily as he gazed at One with a surprised and reliefed expression.
"Voida... is IS you!" Black Jack exclaimed.
One stared at the wolf as if he were mentally unsound. Water dripped off his fur as he swam back towards shore, totally drenched and started to shiver. He was sullenly convinced, this had totally ruined his day. Well almost. What good could come out of this meeting anyway?
"Voida..." Black Jack panted, grinning.
"What?" One asked, masking a snarl as he tilted his head to one side, water streaming out of his ear cavities.
[x]Gender: M
[x]Age: 10
[x]Breed: Gray Wolf
[x]Alignment: Test Subject
[x]Sin/Virtue: Pride and Faith
[x]Rank: None
[x]Appearance: A lean grey wolf with bushy fur lined with golden and copper-red markings. He has a fierce amber eye speckled with emerald green; his left eye. A blend of scar mars the right side of his face where the flesh had been infected before, leaving behind pale pink lines where the fur barely grows. Sometimes he squints his right eye, but in reality he is blind in that eye. It tears constantly making him a little over enthusiastic about washing his face constantly.
[x]Personality: One is an optimistic wolf, welcoming challenges and mostly preferring to look at the bright side of life. Despite his gruesome appearance, he is actually rather proud that he can stand his ground easily even with a disability. He thinks that he has to do anything the best that he can so that he can go to heaven when this 'test of life' finishes.
[x]History:[x] In the living world, he had been Black Jack's mentor, teaching him how to live the life of a street dog and the silent rules of the gangs (packs) of dogs that patrolled their own territory.
[x]Lineage: Unknown
[x]Mate: None
[x]Pack: None
[x]Siblings: None
[x]Offspring: None
[x]Other Relations: Black Jack's previous mentor. Real name: Voida
[x]Abilities/Powers:
- Shapeshifting (Harpy eagle, an elegantly crested avian and the largest eagle. Plumage of white, brown and black-banded tail. Speckled legs and black collar. White breast.)
- Telepathy
RP sampleOne was in a relatively good mood. It almost seemed as if he always wore a permanant smile upon his face. The sunlight shone upon his well-groomed pelt, making it gleam in bright golden and copper-red. The thick grey fur around his chest and nape took on a silvery sheen in the light.
He gazed downwards at the shimmering water, a satisfied grin crossed his features. Despite the disgusting scars across the side of his face, he found himself a most interesting and prime specimen of a wolf. Indeed. What would some of the other greys would give for gold and auburn to shine upon their fur?
:: I look good. In fact, I look splendid today... :: He nodded once, his deep tenor voice reverberating in mental fluctuations.
He paused. His eye was running again. It always did. Leaving a small trail of disgustingly sticky liquid down the side of his cheek. It was the bane of his image.
:: Well, I suppose one has to contend with what one has... :: He murmured, his voice taking on a despairing tone. Then he stood up, making a quick turn around to check his reflection in the water. Assured that he looked exquisitely neat and clean, he took another step forward and then...
KASPLASH!
Water flooded his eyes, ears and mouth and he quickly realised someone or something had pushed him into the shallows of the stream. He gasped, spitting the water out as he broke the surface of the stream and glared at the figure standing on the bank in front of him.
The other wolf was black and white, panting heavily as he gazed at One with a surprised and reliefed expression.
"Voida... is IS you!" Black Jack exclaimed.
One stared at the wolf as if he were mentally unsound. Water dripped off his fur as he swam back towards shore, totally drenched and started to shiver. He was sullenly convinced, this had totally ruined his day. Well almost. What good could come out of this meeting anyway?
"Voida..." Black Jack panted, grinning.
"What?" One asked, masking a snarl as he tilted his head to one side, water streaming out of his ear cavities.