Post by shhdawn on Dec 16, 2009 17:10:35 GMT -5
Name: Balid
Gender: Male
Age: 4 years
Pack/Pride: Unknown
Species: Wolf
Physical Description: Broadly built, larger swift body.
Eye color: Hazel
Main colors: Gray, black
Secondary colors: Creamishh
Markings: black strip from heada to muzzle.
Personality Description: Balid's very mysterious. No one really knows him well and he doens't plan on anyone knowing things about him. Being rather mysterious he really doesn't interact with others. If someone gives him trouble he takes care of it with a fair fight. It always depends on the wolf of who wins, but he's a pretty darn good fighter. He's never really expierienced love before, so he doesn't know how to love.
History of character:
(atleast 100 words) Balid was born in a litter of 3. But unfortuanantly his only sister passed away before he was even aloud to take a breath of life. He has a brother, who he must take care of no matter what. He'd drop anything for him. When he was about 3 months old his parents, who were the alpha's of their pack, left him to live his own life. They wanted him to be a strong male who could offend for himself. That happened, but he never expirienced anything else but the difficulties of life. So now, he roams around as his gloomy self and checks on his brother from time to time.
Strengths: Fighting, hunting, running
Weaknesses: Love, ladies, his only sibling his brother.
Likes: Running, being alone
Dislikes: Other wolves, being with many other animals
Other: He has a scar on his left back leg, and no one, not even he knows how he got it. He has many mood swings, can go from being fine to have to kill something.
Role-play sample:(Only for your first character creation. Go to Basic rules for an example of a good post.) Running for almost 2 hours made him want to go even quicker. Picking his large paws up as he galloped around the forest floor. Running through bushes, leaping over fallen trees, it was his own obstical course. He slowened to a trot, glancing at his surroundings not really caring of what was going on. He huffed to himself and just kept going. As if he were on a treadmill and couldn't stop.