Post by wake on Dec 9, 2009 0:34:58 GMT -5
NORUT
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"So, welcome to the quiet before the storm hits"[/b][/font]
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this is me in the flesh
,[/size][/b][/font]and you just get to stare ,[/center][/color][/size][/b][/font]
NICKNAME(S):Nor, occasionally
AGE:4 1/4
GENDER:Male
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taste the sky,
and let me walk this earth ,
[/color][/font][/b][/center]and let me walk this earth ,
WEIGHT:92 lbs
BUILD:Muscular; lean
GENERAL:
Norut is a strong, well-muscled gray wolf, and for the most part, doesn't really stick out. His base coat is a gray-black mix of sorts, with darker overtones and spatters of lighter colors. He's equipped with with slightly longer-than-average claws - though it's in his genes, seeing as his father had the same issue - pearly white teeth, which he uses quite often, and an ambition that can't be tamed. Those are his weapons. In any case, as said before, Norut is strong, thanks to his lean, muscular frame. Though he wasn't always in top-form. No, at one point in his life, Norut was - for lack of a better term - pathetic. He had no muscles to speak of, and he was quite under-developed for a wolf of his age. It was after he'd been kicked out of his former pack that he lost his way and found himself wandering. That's when he lost most of the muscles he'd built up. However, after running across a stranger that inspired him, Norut resumed normal wolf-like habits with a goal in mind. It would seem Norut's ambition is what keeps him in peak-condition.[/ul]
thoughts that make me go insane
,[/size][/color][/font][/font]but make me who I am ,[/center][/size][/b][/color][/font]
PERSONALITY:[/blockquote][/font]Getting straight to the main idea, Norut is ferociously determined, to such a point one might wonder just what fuels his monstrous determination. He's stern and likes things his way, but knows how to compromise. Aside from that, Norut has quite a vast personality in and of itself. To begin, he's vicious and cunning when it comes to getting what he wants, and as such, it would be dangerous to oppose if he were to challenge you. Not that he always has the brains to pull of all of his schemes, but he's seasoned and knows what he's doing. Secondly, he's [almost] insanely loyal to the pack. He often uses the motto, 'Sacrifice one, save many.' He doesn't care who he steps on to save the pack, as long as it continues. If nothing else, he will promise the continuation of whichever pack he happens to pledge loyalty to. Should you come upon Norut in a rage, you may not want to speak out of line. He's quick to judge and has a raw nerve when it comes to anything that bothers him. That could be due to this brother, Moruze, who constantly teased him about every little detail he could. Even after all that, the sad fact of the matter is that Norut is easily manipulated through his goal of wanting to become a pack Beta. Should someone offer him the position in exchange for doing something one might not want to do, he would, no questions asked. Even if it were to kill another wolf. Why? It's hard to say. He doesn't really understand it all himself, but he decided what he wants, and that's that.
LIKES:( At least 3 )
• Independence
• Knowing what he wants to know
• Females
DISLIKES:( At least 3)
• Arrogance
• Ignorance
• Being herded
all over my shoulder,
[/color]but it keeps coming back to haunt me ,[/b][/font][/color][/center][/size]
SIBLINGS: Kestarus and Moruze
OTHER: For the curious mind, Norut is bound and determined to become a Beta. As random as it may seem, there is logic behind his choice.
HISTORY:
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Norut, along with is two brothers, Moruze and Kestarus, were born to Miraa and Gazule and their pack in the mountains. It was a cold day, but sunny day when the trio were brought into the world, but they were strong little ones, and managed just fine. Nothing out of the ordinary started until their training began.
The training started a few weeks after their birth, when they were capable of walking, eating, and hunting [almost] all on their own. The first thing Gazule did was tell the three which of them would take over the pack when they grew older. Moruze, first-born, was of course the one to have it, but that didn't sit well with Norut. He talked it over with his father, but Gazule strongly disagreed and waved his discontentment off as envy. That annoyed him, but not as much as his brother did. Every chance he got, Moruze bragged about how he would take over the pack and lead it to be the best pack of all the lands. What was worse, his father had told Moruze that he doubted his brothers ability to lead, and as such, Moruze used every chance he got to patronize Norut - never mind the fact he was second-born and didn't deserve such treatment. Eventually, he proved it.
It happened when Moruze and Norut were off hunting together on demand of their parents, who'd seen how little the two could stand each other. Norut still remembers everything that happened as clearly as if it were yesterday.
"You're such a horrible hunter, yanno," Moruze was at it again. "You couldn't even kill a mouse." He continued. "You're such a disgrace to our pack, it's no wonder mom and dad are chose me over you," He gloated, tail waving delightedly as my pelt prickled in annoyance.
"Well you, brother, are a horrible wolf to brag so much," I commented, as calmly as I possibly could. The point was moot.
"You're just jealous~" Moruze sing-songed. I could feel my hackles raising without consent. Oh, I wanted to rip his throat right out of his stupid, little neck.
"Shut. Up." I hissed, halting. Moruze, the bumbling idiot, ran right into me. I whipped around and came to face him, nose-to-nose. It didn't faze him.
"Oh, what're you gonna do. You couldn't hurt. A. Fly." He retorted, enunciating each painful word.
"Oh?" I asked, calming down. "Maybe not, but I could bite the life out of scum like you, if I chose to," I replied, head raising above his. I had the advantage of height, though I was still lanky and maybe not quite as strong as my brother.
"Hah, right. Like you cou-" And those were his last words.
In the end, he was kicked from the pack for murder. He assumed Kestarus took control of the pack, but he was never really certain. He left willingly, but didn't really know where to go. He later met a wolf that told him to search for his purpose, rather than wait for it, and as such, wound up here.
we go over it again and again,
[/color]and it never seems to change ,[/color][/b][/font][/center]
[QUESTION ! Yes, so, I didn't see this in the rules, but am I allowed to post first-person, or is it specifically third-person writing? I apologize if it was in the rules, but it's late and I may or may not be half-blind. Enlighten me?[/ul]?
IC [Sorry it's so terribly short D;] :: I was feeling particularly energetic, so to expend that energy, I decided I would go hunting. I wasn't hungry so much as I was bored, so I began stalking a hare that looked like a lovely meal for loner like myself. However, that was going to change. Soon, I'd be part of a pack, and when I did, I would take over the pack's Beta position. It was my goal after all, the one thing I intended to do before I died. I snorted at myself, and shook my head, momentarily forgetting the hare only a few meters away from the bush I was crouched in. It sat up, looked around, and stayed like that for the better part of three minute. I held in the sigh that threatened to escape my jowls. Of course I'd get the extra cautious one that doesn't settle down. Ever.
Three minutes after, the hare had finally settled down and as such, I did too. At long last, it's back was turned to me. I snuck forward, dodging the branches and twigs as I sauntered up behind it, and then at the last moment - when it noticed me - I launched forward. It shot across the clearing and came this close to getting back into the forest, but my jaws snapped shut around it's hind leg before it could get there. Hm. Maybe I was a little hungrier than I cared to think, because that rabbit smelled extra delicious all of a sudden, and I devoured it without so much as a glance back. Tasty.
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