Post by JewJewBee on Mar 4, 2013 21:47:54 GMT -5
Here is an example of the form filled out by my boy Beoülf
STATS
Name: Beoülf
Gender: Male
Age: Five years three months two weeks and one da
Alignment: Lawful Good
APPERANCE
Species: Interior Alaskan
Eye Color: Steel grey
Base Fur Color: A black that is brown in the sunlight
Secondary Fur Color: Black highlights
Markings: Distinctive hump of scar tissue on his shoulders, cropped ears and stubby tail.
Scars: on his whole body, mainly his ears neck and flanks
BEARING
Personality: This massive brute is the very essence of a Gentle Giant. He has been in many fights, standing up for those less fortunate or injured, generally saving the day. This wolf has little value for his own life, preferring to give it for a greater good. His voice is deep, akin to the rumble of the heaving earth. His songvoice is clear and sad, ringing out across the land like meloncholy thunder. His steel grey eyes convey a kind sadness, almost apologetic in nature.
He was always singled out for his size, males of a smaller stature feeling they had to taunt and tease him, beat him up, to feel equal to him. He usually let them, feeling he deserved it for being different. He is a guardian by nature, a warrior by need. He has a deep affinity for pups, loving nothing but letting them roam about him like a furred mountain, tugging at his clipped ears or chewing on his stumpy tail. The prejudice of a pup was different, they were ignorant. He did not mind them asking about his tail, or his size.
He is a kind and loyal friend, sticking with you through thick and thin. He loves to fish, loves to eat fish. He will sit in the same spot for hours to get the right fish, his patience as vast as his great back. He is wise in the ways of the world, but not so worldly that you cannot have a simple conversation with him. He is quiet until you approach and talk to him, adding to the imposing figure he draws with his stature and appearance. This causes others to fear or mistrust him, which he likes little. He will right give you a reason to fear him if he thinks you need one; disdaining wolves that were too superstitious or scared not to talk to him.
He is prone to bouts of depression that can last days on end, immobilizing and all-consuming. If it was improperly handled it would turn into a blinding rage, where he would tear about and destroy anything he could get his teeth around. He has yet to harm a wolf, but is always watchful, quarantining himself when he felt his depression settle in.
History: He was born to a litter of three, with two smaller sisters. One was a lighter brown, the other a stony grey. They were small, so very small, and when he was born it was apparent why. He was a huge baby, and as he was born he tore his mother beyond repair. She died later that night, and he and his grey sister were nursed by his aunt. His Darker sister died along with his mother, complications internally. His father scorned him, cursing him for his size and blaming him for the death of his mate. He instead languished attention on his sister. She had a blue eye, a rarity and something to exemplify, not a freak like him to scorn.
He grew up alone, until his sister had pups. She was a terribly irresponsible parent, never wanting to stay with or nurse her pups, only show them off. She bullied a younger mother to nurse her pups while she and her mate mingled with the Alphas and thier family. He was stuck babysitting them, picking them up form thier time with the other female. Her mate was a loner, and had left her the day she had conceived. He had taken a liking to her, and she him. He sat with her as his nieces and nephew nursed, mingled with her own two, and talked of things.
The day he was gong to ask her to be his mate his father had gotten wind of his romance, and being third to the throne he arranged the females mating to one of his soldiers. He gleefully told Beo this, and reveled in the sadness on his face. Striking his father never came to his mind, only slinking away in misery.
He was informed the next day, by his sister, that he was no longer needed as a pup sitter, that she was going away with her mate to start a new pack, and to please never attempt to follow her. Her mate was very angry that thier pups were more fond of him than thier father, so he should be killed on sight. He was shocked, the things he had valued the most were snatched out from under his nose. And so he became wise in the ways of silent contemplation, spending days at a time out on hunting trips.
He began to grow strong, and it was apparent that he would soon even out strip thier Alpha. His packmates began to pick on him more, fighting him over the silliest things. He did not know he was allowed, or even supposed to fight back. The bigger and fuller he got the more he despised him. Two years after his birth his father had him exiled, leading a group of wolves to 'escort' him from the pack lands.
He would spend the next four years as a loner, getting in and out of scraps with nearly everyone he came across. He took to living in an old Bears cave. There was a pack that claimed land nearby, and the cave was a place of superstition to them. They approached the cave and beheld a pile of skulls and bones belonging to a whole manner of animals, bears, wolves, polecats. He emerged one day, heavily scented of bear, and was taken as a deamon, with the shape of both a bear and a wolf.
It was not his fault. In his four years as a wanderer he had gained many scars. In his old pack they had most often gone for the ears and tail, leaving his clipped and rounded. His tail was no more than a stub, after a brief battle with gangrene, leaving about six inches. He ventured deep into the cave, finding it was the outlet to a deeper system. The bones outside the cave came from a fissure bottom, where animals fell in, or were swept in by rains. He put the bones outside, in memoriam, to let them feel the light of day again.
His presence and way of living inspired ghost stories, The WoldBear would eat naughty pups that did not do what they were told. His sad sonorous voice only added to the haunting nature. Adolescents would stand close to the mouth of caves, as dares and displays of bravery. He even walked in on one sniffing at a squirrel he had stashed. He was scared away by Beo's presence, and he heard the story howled for days afterward.
So he became a creature of myth, with dead eyes and a taste for pups. He heard the rumors and did little to debunk them. It would keep them away for the most part. They would not be witness to the beast he had become. He spent most of his days like this until a Polecat fell down a fissure, breaking two of its legs. He attempted to help it, but it hissed and spat at him, wanting to be left alone to die and join the piles of bones outside. He puzzled over this as he watched the polecat waste away, spurning the meat he brought it. Did he want to die alone in this cave? Was he so resigned to his position, his fate? He decided that very evening to leave his den of legend and find a pack that would accept him, that would love him for who he was.
OTHER
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You don't have to do it exactly how i did it, just follow the form.
STATS
Name: Beoülf
Gender: Male
Age: Five years three months two weeks and one da
Alignment: Lawful Good
APPERANCE
Species: Interior Alaskan
Eye Color: Steel grey
Base Fur Color: A black that is brown in the sunlight
Secondary Fur Color: Black highlights
Markings: Distinctive hump of scar tissue on his shoulders, cropped ears and stubby tail.
Scars: on his whole body, mainly his ears neck and flanks
BEARING
Personality: This massive brute is the very essence of a Gentle Giant. He has been in many fights, standing up for those less fortunate or injured, generally saving the day. This wolf has little value for his own life, preferring to give it for a greater good. His voice is deep, akin to the rumble of the heaving earth. His songvoice is clear and sad, ringing out across the land like meloncholy thunder. His steel grey eyes convey a kind sadness, almost apologetic in nature.
He was always singled out for his size, males of a smaller stature feeling they had to taunt and tease him, beat him up, to feel equal to him. He usually let them, feeling he deserved it for being different. He is a guardian by nature, a warrior by need. He has a deep affinity for pups, loving nothing but letting them roam about him like a furred mountain, tugging at his clipped ears or chewing on his stumpy tail. The prejudice of a pup was different, they were ignorant. He did not mind them asking about his tail, or his size.
He is a kind and loyal friend, sticking with you through thick and thin. He loves to fish, loves to eat fish. He will sit in the same spot for hours to get the right fish, his patience as vast as his great back. He is wise in the ways of the world, but not so worldly that you cannot have a simple conversation with him. He is quiet until you approach and talk to him, adding to the imposing figure he draws with his stature and appearance. This causes others to fear or mistrust him, which he likes little. He will right give you a reason to fear him if he thinks you need one; disdaining wolves that were too superstitious or scared not to talk to him.
He is prone to bouts of depression that can last days on end, immobilizing and all-consuming. If it was improperly handled it would turn into a blinding rage, where he would tear about and destroy anything he could get his teeth around. He has yet to harm a wolf, but is always watchful, quarantining himself when he felt his depression settle in.
History: He was born to a litter of three, with two smaller sisters. One was a lighter brown, the other a stony grey. They were small, so very small, and when he was born it was apparent why. He was a huge baby, and as he was born he tore his mother beyond repair. She died later that night, and he and his grey sister were nursed by his aunt. His Darker sister died along with his mother, complications internally. His father scorned him, cursing him for his size and blaming him for the death of his mate. He instead languished attention on his sister. She had a blue eye, a rarity and something to exemplify, not a freak like him to scorn.
He grew up alone, until his sister had pups. She was a terribly irresponsible parent, never wanting to stay with or nurse her pups, only show them off. She bullied a younger mother to nurse her pups while she and her mate mingled with the Alphas and thier family. He was stuck babysitting them, picking them up form thier time with the other female. Her mate was a loner, and had left her the day she had conceived. He had taken a liking to her, and she him. He sat with her as his nieces and nephew nursed, mingled with her own two, and talked of things.
The day he was gong to ask her to be his mate his father had gotten wind of his romance, and being third to the throne he arranged the females mating to one of his soldiers. He gleefully told Beo this, and reveled in the sadness on his face. Striking his father never came to his mind, only slinking away in misery.
He was informed the next day, by his sister, that he was no longer needed as a pup sitter, that she was going away with her mate to start a new pack, and to please never attempt to follow her. Her mate was very angry that thier pups were more fond of him than thier father, so he should be killed on sight. He was shocked, the things he had valued the most were snatched out from under his nose. And so he became wise in the ways of silent contemplation, spending days at a time out on hunting trips.
He began to grow strong, and it was apparent that he would soon even out strip thier Alpha. His packmates began to pick on him more, fighting him over the silliest things. He did not know he was allowed, or even supposed to fight back. The bigger and fuller he got the more he despised him. Two years after his birth his father had him exiled, leading a group of wolves to 'escort' him from the pack lands.
He would spend the next four years as a loner, getting in and out of scraps with nearly everyone he came across. He took to living in an old Bears cave. There was a pack that claimed land nearby, and the cave was a place of superstition to them. They approached the cave and beheld a pile of skulls and bones belonging to a whole manner of animals, bears, wolves, polecats. He emerged one day, heavily scented of bear, and was taken as a deamon, with the shape of both a bear and a wolf.
It was not his fault. In his four years as a wanderer he had gained many scars. In his old pack they had most often gone for the ears and tail, leaving his clipped and rounded. His tail was no more than a stub, after a brief battle with gangrene, leaving about six inches. He ventured deep into the cave, finding it was the outlet to a deeper system. The bones outside the cave came from a fissure bottom, where animals fell in, or were swept in by rains. He put the bones outside, in memoriam, to let them feel the light of day again.
His presence and way of living inspired ghost stories, The WoldBear would eat naughty pups that did not do what they were told. His sad sonorous voice only added to the haunting nature. Adolescents would stand close to the mouth of caves, as dares and displays of bravery. He even walked in on one sniffing at a squirrel he had stashed. He was scared away by Beo's presence, and he heard the story howled for days afterward.
So he became a creature of myth, with dead eyes and a taste for pups. He heard the rumors and did little to debunk them. It would keep them away for the most part. They would not be witness to the beast he had become. He spent most of his days like this until a Polecat fell down a fissure, breaking two of its legs. He attempted to help it, but it hissed and spat at him, wanting to be left alone to die and join the piles of bones outside. He puzzled over this as he watched the polecat waste away, spurning the meat he brought it. Did he want to die alone in this cave? Was he so resigned to his position, his fate? He decided that very evening to leave his den of legend and find a pack that would accept him, that would love him for who he was.
OTHER
Other Characters:
Where/whom did you hear about us from:
You don't have to do it exactly how i did it, just follow the form.