Post by Haunted on May 14, 2010 5:11:57 GMT -5
Name: DesolationClaw
Age: 15 moons
Pack: Lightning
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Male
Description: Thick, shaggy black fur covered his large, well structured body. His body quite large and is well-footed. He bares a set of bright golden eyes, that seem to pierce through darkness. However many scars cover his body, most are ugly.
Personality: He is usually clever, and very sure of himself. Fighting, battling others is usually second nature, however he always ends up with blood on him, whether its his or others. He is always thinking of the well fare of the pack, yet can be anti-social at the best of times. He is usually eager to hunt, but can also make very stupid decisions. He is someone others can get along with well, but sometimes he has a murderous streak in him.
Roleplay Sample: He stepped forwards, the sun lowering in the sky below him. His bright eyes seemed dull as he walked, his coat dirtied. The sky darkened ahead of him, the bright lights shining. He had been traveling for many hours, searching for the thing he longed for the most. He longed for his home, where he could be at peace. He knew the Thunder pack territory wasn't that far away, as if he could already smell those who he was comforted by.
He had been chasing elk, a large buck that might have been the kill of the century. Yet he had been a fool to go after it, as it had avoided him oh-so-easily. He growled, annoyed with himself once again at his foolishness. Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! He snarled and winced as he felt one of his most previous scars reopen. It was a scar upon his left hind leg, one he had earned from charging in to a battle recklessly.
Code Words: Wolf Moon
Age: 15 moons
Pack: Lightning
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Male
Description: Thick, shaggy black fur covered his large, well structured body. His body quite large and is well-footed. He bares a set of bright golden eyes, that seem to pierce through darkness. However many scars cover his body, most are ugly.
Personality: He is usually clever, and very sure of himself. Fighting, battling others is usually second nature, however he always ends up with blood on him, whether its his or others. He is always thinking of the well fare of the pack, yet can be anti-social at the best of times. He is usually eager to hunt, but can also make very stupid decisions. He is someone others can get along with well, but sometimes he has a murderous streak in him.
Roleplay Sample: He stepped forwards, the sun lowering in the sky below him. His bright eyes seemed dull as he walked, his coat dirtied. The sky darkened ahead of him, the bright lights shining. He had been traveling for many hours, searching for the thing he longed for the most. He longed for his home, where he could be at peace. He knew the Thunder pack territory wasn't that far away, as if he could already smell those who he was comforted by.
He had been chasing elk, a large buck that might have been the kill of the century. Yet he had been a fool to go after it, as it had avoided him oh-so-easily. He growled, annoyed with himself once again at his foolishness. Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! He snarled and winced as he felt one of his most previous scars reopen. It was a scar upon his left hind leg, one he had earned from charging in to a battle recklessly.
Code Words: Wolf Moon