Post by amethyst on Oct 21, 2009 21:30:56 GMT -5
Fallen
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”Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings”[/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): Fallen Angel, Fall
AGE: 5 Years
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: 36 KG
BUILD: Somewhat short, muscular, but good for stamina and speed.
GENERAL:Fur as white as new-fallen snow, eyes a soft golden yellow, long and lanky... these words discribe Fallen. His fur is soft as the new-fallen snow as well, and has a silky texture, though several places along his back is matted, as normal of a wild animal. His eyes have a color that contrast the bleached color of his pelt, which would be a melting golden color, a color more common in cats than wolves. Along his back is a spray-paint pattern like line of black flecks, giving him a more natural look. His fur, as normal for Artic creature's, is long and straight, sheilding him from the harsh winters.
What defouls his handsomeness is a set of pale, ugly scars all around his body- from a fearful bear encounter. There are several nicks in both of his ears, a large jagged one across his face, and another crisscrossing it, making a large, uneven X over his face. Several small scars of little notice are on his muzzle, along with a 3 scars on his chest, all going the same direction, so you may safely assume that three claws from one paw caught him on the chest somewhere. Yet even with all the ugliness of his scars, Fallen manages to appear just as beautiful.
The brute is fine-boned, and slightly larger than the average female! He is light, and his paws are big, giving him better balance on the soft snow. He is long, his strides large, which allow him to easily shorten the gap from him and his quarry. His tail is long, and straight, also aiding in his balance, especially when he turns and scrabbles on hard ice. His jaws are small, but efficient enough for a hunter.
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thoughts that make me go insane
,[/size][/color][/font][/font]but make me who I am ,[/center][/size][/b][/color][/font]
PERSONALITY:Fallen is cold and unfriendly to others outside of his pack, and even cruel at times. But to his pack he is a gentle soul, peaceful and amiable. He is submissive enough, as his rank requires, but is ready to defy his leader if he thinks something they do is wrong, but those who truly know him know he will follow the Anocra to the very end, loyal forever. He is a good mentor, for he is well renowned for his endless patience, though he may be carried away by his feelings of the heart. But he is capable of making smart decisions in desperate times of need.[/blockquote][/font]
As a good provider, Fallen is well respected, and many have sought his friendship. He believes in a 'Code of Honor' and is honest, and never tells a lie, even if it hurts someone, which is the cause for some of his friends abandoning him. Of course it hurts, but he keeps a facade, a face full of smiles, and he seems carefree, and some even envy him for that. That is the only lie he has ever done, and it doesn't do anybody harm, as least, for now. The real Fallen has been lurking on the surface for a while now...
The real Fallen is almost like a split personality; depressed, but kind, gentle and soft-spoken. If he was in this mode while hunting, he would surely refuse to kill whatever prey he happened to chase down. The real Fallen doesn't kill, but there is no gleam to his eye, and the real Fallen certainly doesn't like company, but the fake Fallen keeps these things under control, and the real Fallen may never break through. But things aren't always what they seem.
LIKES:
• Peace and Quiet
• Being Alone
• Hunting
DISLIKES:
• Loud Noises
• Crowds
• Being Cooped Up
all over my shoulder,
[/color]but it keeps coming back to haunt me ,[/b][/font][/color][/center][/size]
SIBLINGS: N/a
OTHER: This is a character I have on another site.
HISTORY:
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Fallen was relatively cheerful in his youth, but had traits from the real Fallen; he was amiable, but soft-spoken, and would never hurt a fly. But he slowly changed after both his mother and father were burned to death in a wildfire. A wandering loner took him in, and taught him what he needed to know, then threw him out, for then Fallen seemed like a ghost of his old self, a hollow shell. He grew up mostly on his own, fighting for survival every step of the way. He gave up his hate for killing as he put up his wall, brick by brick. But if somebody who ever hunted with him would look closely, they would see him flinch when it died, ever so slightly.
One fateful night, Fallen decided to join a group of loners on a hunt. As it turned out, some of the more hot-headed of the group decided to wake a bear from it's rest and as a result, all were slaughtered , except for Fallen, of course. He had left in pursuit of a small hare. But he came back during the fight, and recieved bad injuries and many scars, before running away like a coward, with the screams of the dying loners ringing in his ears. Ever since then he has had horrific nightmares of the same scene, over and over again.
He found happiness when he was assigned a mate, a gentle fae named Arena. They were content, and lived in each other's company easily, which is more than I can say for other pairs. But Arena had a fragile composition, but somehow she had made it through the first few years, and died of a disease, along with Fallen's unborn pups. Fallen never was quite the same after that incident, with all his other misfortunes.
we go over it again and again,
[/color]and it never seems to change ,[/color][/b][/font][/center]
Yellow eyes stared numbly at the wretched scene before him. The clearing was filled with the dead and dying, blood splattered everywhere. The dying moaned in pain, while the dead were silent, giving an eerie fell to the area. No birds chattered, no insects chirped. Fallen to, made no noise. You may say it was shock, or astonishment. Time semmed to slow, as Ternin, one of his newfound friends among the pack, slowly crawled over to him, whispering, his voice barely audible "The bear..." and then life escaped him, and he gave a sigh of relief before the glow faded from his eyes. Fallen mutely turned his head this way and that, searchig for 'the bear' and before long, there was a malicious growl as a giant of a grizzly bear lumbered into view, angry from having been disturbed during it's hibernation. It's beady eye caught sight of the young wolf, and the bear roared deafeningly before breaking out into a lope, and easily outran the terrified brute, and struck a blow to his flank, making him stumble and fall down. The bear reared up, and for that split second Fallen felt as if he were going to die; and then, the bear brought his enourmous paw down and ruthlessly struck Fallen across the chest, and the brute cried out in pain. But it brought him to life, and he deperately scrambled away, his wounds stinging painfully and blood flowing frelly down his legs.[/ul]
