Post by Mellicha on Sept 12, 2008 6:09:57 GMT -5
Name: Silver
Sex: Male
Age: 2 springs 5 moons
Species: Dire Wolf
Stature/Form/Apperance (If you don't have a picture):
Height: 3ft 2in at shoulder
Weight: 225lbs
Personality: Known to be very flirtatious, he can often be found exchanging words with every female in the area. Angering him can prove difficult, for even if you insult him in some way, he’ll just laugh along with you. A born joker and prankster, he can get himself in some tight situations. Even during the bad times, he usually has something enlightening and ironic to say. Though his attention may wonder from time to time, once he sets his mind on something nothing can stop or avert him from his mission. Being more of a lover and not a fighter, holding a fighting role may prove unsuccessful; that doesn’t mean he’s not willing to fight for the right reasons. Using his wittiness more than his physical strength, he’ll never dive into situation without thinking it over first. Loyal to the core, unless the wolf or wolves he’s loyal to prove themselves unworthy, he’ll follow his pack without question. You can usually find him with a cocky smirk upon his face, being a smart-donkey, lying about lazily, or off somewhere with a female or two.
Special Markings: None
Accessories /jewelry /ect: I'm lazy, so look at the picture for now.
Pic: (Ignore the back peircings. I was 12 when I drew this... <.<)
History: None.. had to delete old one.
*****************RP EXAMPLES
(This RP is Toxic guarding the boarder of his packlands)
Toxic shifted his weight boredly, his maw opening in a wide yawn as he lay upon the cool boulder; his favorite spot when exercising his duty. Silver chasms scanned over the horizon for some sort of movement as he desperately pleaded silently for some sort of confrontation . . . preferably involving a female. For weeks there hadn’t been anything of interest slinking into the pack lands, other then a stray rabbit or two that was to busy to take notice of the massive ebony and toxic brute. Running his pink appendage across his rubbers and over his ivories, he started to wonder when he’d be allowed to dine on something. After all, watching for intruders and other things can wear on a wolf’s patience, nerves, and stomach. Just as his attention began to wonder, the sound of steady moving paw sauntered into the young brute’s ears. Quickly snapping from his ponderings, all his senses became alert instantly. Unfortunately, the wind wasn’t on his side, for it wasn’t giving him any scent from the unknown canine. He pressed his frame against the boulder, peering over the edge at what can now be identified as a dusty wolf . . . a dusty female wolf. A devious smirk etched across his visage; whipcord slowly lashing behind him. The first thought that struck his mind was his role as sentinel . . . but who says you can’t have fun while doing so. As the female neared the border, Toxic stealthfully slunk from his resting spot, still keeping low to the earth. He carefully weaved throw the surrounding trees until he was close to the edge of his pack’s territory. The female didn’t seem like she was going to slow or stop anytime soon, as she was getting dangerously close to entering the marked territory. Leaping from his hiding spot, just as the female was about to step inside the ‘lineE he rammed into her side with his shoulder, knocking her off her course and stumbling slightly to keep her footing. With a low snarl, the brute circled the female with a smirk, all the while looking her over slowly with interest in his pools. She certainly didn’t appear much of a threat to the pack, for she was rather smallish; a mix between a small dog and wolf perhaps? No. Everything was a potential danger to the pack if the intention isn’t good. Watching the female cower down, he perked his brow and ceased his movement right in front of her. Perhaps she was seeking out a pack, which is what the female crazy male was hoping for. If it wasn’t for his role, he would’ve been all over her in an instant. The male’s smirk grew wider as he addressed the female in an authorative yet soft tone. “What business do you have here? If you have none then leave.EHe continued to study the female, waiting for her reply, thinking to himself about how he’d love get to know her inside and out. Unfortunately for the poor little lamb, she’d walked right into the jaws of the hungry lion . . . so to speak.
(This one is an rp of when Toxic was on Moon Island ((Another wolf rp site)) while him and his sister was seperated.)
Toxic turned his gaze towards the approaching fae tilting his cranium at the sudden response to his call. Thorns swerved to attention not wanting to miss any words the great alpha had to say. When she was done speaking, his maw parted in a slight smirk. Never in his life had he been called 'stranger' before. It amused him for some strange reason. As he began to vocalize he dipped his cranium in a polite bow for the higher rank of alpha. "M'lady my dubance is Toxic Silver. You may call me Toxic or Silver, which ever you find to your likings. I'm here to find somebody that was lost from me. I followed her scent to this place, so I was hoping that I may find her here." his voice spoke in a deep pitch, yet held a soft tone to it.
He held his whipcord lower then Bjork's, yet it wasn't low to the earth. He felt weak at a submissive position, so he never held it to the ground. It was more of in the middle then anything else. His thorns gave a twitch when a passing fly came to close to his cranium.
After a few moments he began again. "You see she fled our homelands when a loner stealthfully wiped out our small pack. She kind of blamed herself I guess. I've been searching for her ever since, M'Lady. But whether she is to be found here or not, I'd like to join your rankings here at Ravilin. That is if you see it fit."
He picked up his cranium from his bow gazing at Bjork with a hopeful expression. ”If I’m not to join your rankings here then I still want to see her and make sure she’s doing ok for herself. She’s the only sister I have left. I’m not a disobedient wolf, but I’ll do anything to see my sister again. Even enter your pack lands if you deny my request. You have your pack, mighty alpha, but I only have her and a brother that I’m not sure is even still alive. Everybody else is gone. I’m sorry if I sound rude, M’Lady. I just speak what’s on my mind—and in my heart." Indeed he never failed to speak his mind, and sometimes it got him in deep trouble, while other times it saved his skin. Bjork might’ve had the right to not accept him, but to see his sister again was his right alone. He knew he’d lose to the whole pack if he had to face them, even fighting only one wolf he might lose, for he was weak from many days traveling stopping only when he got hungry or thirsty. All he could do is hope she would show him kindness after all he had said.
Sex: Male
Age: 2 springs 5 moons
Species: Dire Wolf
Stature/Form/Apperance (If you don't have a picture):
Height: 3ft 2in at shoulder
Weight: 225lbs
Personality: Known to be very flirtatious, he can often be found exchanging words with every female in the area. Angering him can prove difficult, for even if you insult him in some way, he’ll just laugh along with you. A born joker and prankster, he can get himself in some tight situations. Even during the bad times, he usually has something enlightening and ironic to say. Though his attention may wonder from time to time, once he sets his mind on something nothing can stop or avert him from his mission. Being more of a lover and not a fighter, holding a fighting role may prove unsuccessful; that doesn’t mean he’s not willing to fight for the right reasons. Using his wittiness more than his physical strength, he’ll never dive into situation without thinking it over first. Loyal to the core, unless the wolf or wolves he’s loyal to prove themselves unworthy, he’ll follow his pack without question. You can usually find him with a cocky smirk upon his face, being a smart-donkey, lying about lazily, or off somewhere with a female or two.
Special Markings: None
Accessories /jewelry /ect: I'm lazy, so look at the picture for now.
Pic: (Ignore the back peircings. I was 12 when I drew this... <.<)
History: None.. had to delete old one.
*****************RP EXAMPLES
(This RP is Toxic guarding the boarder of his packlands)
Toxic shifted his weight boredly, his maw opening in a wide yawn as he lay upon the cool boulder; his favorite spot when exercising his duty. Silver chasms scanned over the horizon for some sort of movement as he desperately pleaded silently for some sort of confrontation . . . preferably involving a female. For weeks there hadn’t been anything of interest slinking into the pack lands, other then a stray rabbit or two that was to busy to take notice of the massive ebony and toxic brute. Running his pink appendage across his rubbers and over his ivories, he started to wonder when he’d be allowed to dine on something. After all, watching for intruders and other things can wear on a wolf’s patience, nerves, and stomach. Just as his attention began to wonder, the sound of steady moving paw sauntered into the young brute’s ears. Quickly snapping from his ponderings, all his senses became alert instantly. Unfortunately, the wind wasn’t on his side, for it wasn’t giving him any scent from the unknown canine. He pressed his frame against the boulder, peering over the edge at what can now be identified as a dusty wolf . . . a dusty female wolf. A devious smirk etched across his visage; whipcord slowly lashing behind him. The first thought that struck his mind was his role as sentinel . . . but who says you can’t have fun while doing so. As the female neared the border, Toxic stealthfully slunk from his resting spot, still keeping low to the earth. He carefully weaved throw the surrounding trees until he was close to the edge of his pack’s territory. The female didn’t seem like she was going to slow or stop anytime soon, as she was getting dangerously close to entering the marked territory. Leaping from his hiding spot, just as the female was about to step inside the ‘lineE he rammed into her side with his shoulder, knocking her off her course and stumbling slightly to keep her footing. With a low snarl, the brute circled the female with a smirk, all the while looking her over slowly with interest in his pools. She certainly didn’t appear much of a threat to the pack, for she was rather smallish; a mix between a small dog and wolf perhaps? No. Everything was a potential danger to the pack if the intention isn’t good. Watching the female cower down, he perked his brow and ceased his movement right in front of her. Perhaps she was seeking out a pack, which is what the female crazy male was hoping for. If it wasn’t for his role, he would’ve been all over her in an instant. The male’s smirk grew wider as he addressed the female in an authorative yet soft tone. “What business do you have here? If you have none then leave.EHe continued to study the female, waiting for her reply, thinking to himself about how he’d love get to know her inside and out. Unfortunately for the poor little lamb, she’d walked right into the jaws of the hungry lion . . . so to speak.
(This one is an rp of when Toxic was on Moon Island ((Another wolf rp site)) while him and his sister was seperated.)
Toxic turned his gaze towards the approaching fae tilting his cranium at the sudden response to his call. Thorns swerved to attention not wanting to miss any words the great alpha had to say. When she was done speaking, his maw parted in a slight smirk. Never in his life had he been called 'stranger' before. It amused him for some strange reason. As he began to vocalize he dipped his cranium in a polite bow for the higher rank of alpha. "M'lady my dubance is Toxic Silver. You may call me Toxic or Silver, which ever you find to your likings. I'm here to find somebody that was lost from me. I followed her scent to this place, so I was hoping that I may find her here." his voice spoke in a deep pitch, yet held a soft tone to it.
He held his whipcord lower then Bjork's, yet it wasn't low to the earth. He felt weak at a submissive position, so he never held it to the ground. It was more of in the middle then anything else. His thorns gave a twitch when a passing fly came to close to his cranium.
After a few moments he began again. "You see she fled our homelands when a loner stealthfully wiped out our small pack. She kind of blamed herself I guess. I've been searching for her ever since, M'Lady. But whether she is to be found here or not, I'd like to join your rankings here at Ravilin. That is if you see it fit."
He picked up his cranium from his bow gazing at Bjork with a hopeful expression. ”If I’m not to join your rankings here then I still want to see her and make sure she’s doing ok for herself. She’s the only sister I have left. I’m not a disobedient wolf, but I’ll do anything to see my sister again. Even enter your pack lands if you deny my request. You have your pack, mighty alpha, but I only have her and a brother that I’m not sure is even still alive. Everybody else is gone. I’m sorry if I sound rude, M’Lady. I just speak what’s on my mind—and in my heart." Indeed he never failed to speak his mind, and sometimes it got him in deep trouble, while other times it saved his skin. Bjork might’ve had the right to not accept him, but to see his sister again was his right alone. He knew he’d lose to the whole pack if he had to face them, even fighting only one wolf he might lose, for he was weak from many days traveling stopping only when he got hungry or thirsty. All he could do is hope she would show him kindness after all he had said.