Post by Yasian on Dec 3, 2008 6:05:41 GMT -5
Wolf Name:
Yasian
Pronunciation:
(Yas-ee-en)
Gender:
Brute
Age:
Five
Species:
Arctic
Alignment:
Neutral
Appearance:
Yasian has a mainly white pelt with the hues darkening to gray on his paws, tail, back and maw. His frame is of medium build and streamlined, despite his thick fur. His face is open and friendly with a smile that is large and slightly lopsided. His head often tilts to the left slightly, his mind in thought. He has a slight limp in his right leg, which makes him slower and less agile than the average wolf, although he has learned to cover it up for the most part. His eyes are a mottled emerald, with shades varying from grass-green to ocean in his irises, although the shades tend to merge unless they are studied carefully.
Personality:
His personality is very bright, with a sharp, balanced mind. Despite his slighter frame and limp he is very competitive, and has a tendency to be too competitive at times (and although he’d never admit it, he can be a bit of a sore loser). He is quietly confident, thriving in new places and experiences. His bravery is marred by his refusal to fight unless cornered, preferring to flee and use tactics. He is very political, and a good democrat, being able to find compromises in most situations. Over time he has become more independent and less eager-to-please, having made several revelations about himself during his travels. He has a dry sense of humor, and his sarcasm can get the better of him, but generally he is a sociable, wise and accepting friend. He is not a natural leader, but a compass to the wayward, and a guardian of those incapable of fighting.
History:
Yasian had a good childhood; however he matured quickly beyond his brother and sister in mind and spirit. He was competitive from a young age, which led to him twisting one of his back legs in a race, leaving him with a permanent limp. This didn’t stop him, however, and he was always eager to explore beyond the pack’s borders and to discover new places and herbs (plant-life and the study of it quickly became a passion of his when his limp stopped him from developing his fighting and agility).
This was to be his downfall, however, and just after his second birthday he snuck outside of the borders during the night. At first he was thrilled to explore, but this quickly turned to despair when he found himself lost amongst the trees. An autumn storm came, soaking him through, and he fought to find some small shelter until the morning. When he awoke he discovered the forest had been covered with snow, but thankfully a winter chill had yet to nip. He was unable to find his way back to the pack, so he simply headed north.
Barely out of puphood; it was a miracle he survived, eating scraps for many moons on his journey. Over time he taught himself the skills of hunting and tracking necessary to live alone, and his mind folded in on itself, rapidly absorbing untold knowledge of herbs and other animals of the forest.
He learned of a distinct balance to nature, and he thought of it as a crucial part of life to maintain this balance, only hunting where prey was affluent and only drinking from clear, uncorrupted streams. His senses heightened gradually, although his musculature ceased to increase after roughly a year of trekking.
He searched in hope of a pack he could run with, and spent a short time with another lone wolf, whom he developed a relationship with, but he again decided to leave in order to reflect on himself, heading east for a time until he returned years later. He is now a much changed wolf, hoping to start anew...
Yasian
Pronunciation:
(Yas-ee-en)
Gender:
Brute
Age:
Five
Species:
Arctic
Alignment:
Neutral
Appearance:
Yasian has a mainly white pelt with the hues darkening to gray on his paws, tail, back and maw. His frame is of medium build and streamlined, despite his thick fur. His face is open and friendly with a smile that is large and slightly lopsided. His head often tilts to the left slightly, his mind in thought. He has a slight limp in his right leg, which makes him slower and less agile than the average wolf, although he has learned to cover it up for the most part. His eyes are a mottled emerald, with shades varying from grass-green to ocean in his irises, although the shades tend to merge unless they are studied carefully.
Personality:
His personality is very bright, with a sharp, balanced mind. Despite his slighter frame and limp he is very competitive, and has a tendency to be too competitive at times (and although he’d never admit it, he can be a bit of a sore loser). He is quietly confident, thriving in new places and experiences. His bravery is marred by his refusal to fight unless cornered, preferring to flee and use tactics. He is very political, and a good democrat, being able to find compromises in most situations. Over time he has become more independent and less eager-to-please, having made several revelations about himself during his travels. He has a dry sense of humor, and his sarcasm can get the better of him, but generally he is a sociable, wise and accepting friend. He is not a natural leader, but a compass to the wayward, and a guardian of those incapable of fighting.
History:
Yasian had a good childhood; however he matured quickly beyond his brother and sister in mind and spirit. He was competitive from a young age, which led to him twisting one of his back legs in a race, leaving him with a permanent limp. This didn’t stop him, however, and he was always eager to explore beyond the pack’s borders and to discover new places and herbs (plant-life and the study of it quickly became a passion of his when his limp stopped him from developing his fighting and agility).
This was to be his downfall, however, and just after his second birthday he snuck outside of the borders during the night. At first he was thrilled to explore, but this quickly turned to despair when he found himself lost amongst the trees. An autumn storm came, soaking him through, and he fought to find some small shelter until the morning. When he awoke he discovered the forest had been covered with snow, but thankfully a winter chill had yet to nip. He was unable to find his way back to the pack, so he simply headed north.
Barely out of puphood; it was a miracle he survived, eating scraps for many moons on his journey. Over time he taught himself the skills of hunting and tracking necessary to live alone, and his mind folded in on itself, rapidly absorbing untold knowledge of herbs and other animals of the forest.
He learned of a distinct balance to nature, and he thought of it as a crucial part of life to maintain this balance, only hunting where prey was affluent and only drinking from clear, uncorrupted streams. His senses heightened gradually, although his musculature ceased to increase after roughly a year of trekking.
He searched in hope of a pack he could run with, and spent a short time with another lone wolf, whom he developed a relationship with, but he again decided to leave in order to reflect on himself, heading east for a time until he returned years later. He is now a much changed wolf, hoping to start anew...
