Post by `Senna on Feb 27, 2009 2:41:20 GMT
Waiting on this loner life to change;;
Your character's name: Flint .
Other Alias: Senna, Chikako .
Gender: Male .
Age: Three .
Preferred Rank: N/A
Preferred Pack: None, Dreams of overtaking all packs .
Appearence:
Flint is a handsome young brute, and knows how to use it to his advantage. His deep, golden eyes are always luring in a femme. He is a little bulky for a timber wolf, but he seems to be pretty agile. Under that thick mass of a coat is well-toned muscle from over the years of the loner life. Although getting into quite the few fights didn't seem to leave a mark on him, under his pelt is a different story. He hides plenty of scars, but they are unoticable.
His coat has an aray of colors. White, grey, brown, and even some streaks of black cascade down his back to the very tip of his bushy tail. Most of his face consists of white, while his ears have a light brown hue to it. The rest of his body consists os grey, black, and a darker brown. His teeth, much like his fathers, are sharp and razor-like, a victim coming between them could be fetal. He always keeps his fur clean, you'll probubly never see a speak of dirt on it, making it very smooth.
Personality: To summerize the brute in just a few words: Power-hungry and flirtacious. He always holds his head high and tail raised, as if he were an alpha himself. Unlike Zentha, he plans on overtaking everyone of the packs under his control. Yes, it is for power, but there's one important thing as to why else would he want four packs under his command. The femmes. His therory: Having more power attracts more fae's. The more women he has, the more power he will seek. Why? Well, to attract more females, of course. One day, he'll see a femlae walk about and think she's the most beautiful wolf he's every seen. The next day, he could be saying the exact same thing, except about a completely different wolf. He always talks with a smooth, velvety voice, mostly to attact faes. To brutes on the other hand, he looses that silky tone to gain a sort of mock-like voice. Even when he critisizes, he holds a smile as well as a happy tone.
Sometimes, his facial expression shows no emotion. He doesn't even show a hint of any feeling, not even cracking a smile. Other times, he carries a distinct, wry smile that plays across his maw. That, is basically his two sides the show most of the time. If your in his path, it would be wise to avoid him and step aside, or he'll personally do it for you. No, he's not no blood-thirsty brute that will go on a killing spree if anyone gets in his way like his father, he thinks it's a shere waste of valuable time to take over the island and pick up some pretty fae. He doesn't hate his father in the least, but he does get alittle mad when he thinks of him as "abandoning him". He know's all the "legendary wolves" that seem to be only fairytale-like to the ordinary wolf, but he knows that they are certainly real. Yet, the one fae of these famous wolves that sticks out in his mind, is Katri. She hasn't met him, but when she does, he will stop at nothing to have her. He's seen her from afar, but she hasn't seen him..yet.
History: Flint is a Skyla decendant, true, but he learns early on in life that he isn't of pure blood. In fact, his mother decends from one of the other packs. He was born and sort ofraised by his parents, Zentha and Inari. Inari wasn't from the Skyla. No, she was a loner, and much like the first wolves to arrive on the island, she was from a ship that struck onto a beach. She fleed from the ship onto the island, and soon after, met Zentha. Things happened, and well, Inari soon became pregnant. But the unfortunate thing for Inari and her future addtions, Zentha wasn't too keen on mating with someone of other ancestry. This meaning, if he found out she was not of Skyla blood..
Zentha unfortunatly, was always off looking for followers, to help him take over the Skyla. So, when Inari had her litter, she raised them for the most part. Flint was born into a litter of three. As a pup, he would be often seen ramping around with other young ones. Although he was the middle-child, he was no where near being the runt of the litter. In fact, he was the biggest, and his older brother was smaller than he. He grew up, without really seeing his father in his childhood, but he was often told from his mother that he was busy with other tasks. As a young pup, he didn't exactly now what made his father so busy that he couldn't see them, but oddly enough, he never depised or hated his father. But on one cold, unfaithful night, he was coming back, and Inari seemed on edge, anxcious even. Flint alone watched as his mother paced the ground nervously, scared even. Once she stopped, she took him aside, and told him that she needed to tell his father something. Something important. The next thing she told him was that she did not descend from the Skyla like she always said she was. Flint was confused, surprised even. It didn't bother him much that she wasn't from Skyla. What bothered him most was why his mother was so worked up and worried over something as simple as your ancestry.
Inari went into no further details. That was it. With that, she gave her pups one last goodbye, and headed off to see her mate. The pups slept through the night, but there mother will sleep for eternity. She never did return that night. The pups weren't all that young, but they were far from old enough to catch prey for themselves. They were pretty much helpless. No one was there to look after them, and they were hardly able to look after themselves. There strived for about a week, living on small rodents that were "lucky" enough to cross there path, but there were still hungry. Living on mice and hundling together in the cold nights wasn't going to keep them alive. They were left out in the Rocky Outback, alone, untill meraculasy, a kind Skyla babysitter came and found the three. She took them back to the Skyla lands, and they were, after long debating, accepted into the pack. When the pups asked for the mother, they answered they've never heard of her. When they asked for there father, they gave odd glances to each other before saying they've never heard of him either.
Flint as well as his brother and sister grew up as Skyla, never hearing anything about there mother or father. After some time, they assumed they died by some hunters or bears. They never knew the truth. Nor did they find out. Once he was one and a half, Flint decided that he was old enough to go out on his own. Bidding his pack farewell, as well as his foster mom and siblings, he left to roam the island. On his journey, he found the three other packs that inhabited the area, but he had no interest in them. He remained a loner. Once he turned two, he was passing by the packs, when he noticed pretty little faes withen them. He was awe-struck. He wanted a fae for his own, but then he wondered if he could, somehow, have many of them. As he progressed in life, he came up with the plan of overtaking the packs; everyone of them. That way, he could be a major alpha, and have every fae to himself in the packs. Another plan he had in mind was, to find his parents. He thinks that they are not dead, and that they may still be alive and somewhere on the island.
It that so impossible to even change ?--
