Post by Bloosh on Aug 15, 2007 14:57:47 GMT -5
Name: Sin
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Male
Breed: Gray | Mackenzie Valley
Pack: Undecided
Rank: Undecided
Description:
Sin weighs one hundred seventy-six (176) pounds with most of it being muscle. He is around forty (40) inches tall and about seven (7) feet long from snout to tail. He has a shiny, sleek coat, although it's thick. His fur is tinted a dark black, but in the moonlight the tips of some hairs shine silver. In build, he is slender and looks weak but that's not the case. He has a lot of muscles for his age and his jaws are that of a grey wolf.
Personality:
He won't go out of his way to make your life a living hell, but if you stumble across his path... who's he to deny himself the pleasure? He rather being alone, almost to the point of being anti-social but can bring himself to grunt a few replies, stopping all rumors of him being mute. He's cold, determined to keep everyone away for the sake of their sanity. He's like a brooding artist, misunderstood and taunted by those living a normal life. He doesn't want anyone to love him, knowing full well that he cannot return the affection. He knows how much a broken heart aches and is just trying to save others of the misery he went through. He's blunt and to the point, and doesn't see the purpose of beating around the bush.
History: Eh?
Other Information: ...
Roleplay Example:
With his snout smushed up against his Apollo's, a large grin was planted across his maw and his eyes were closed. Never in his life had he been this close to Apollo showing affection and quite frankly, it felt good to Zilar. His banner swayed back and forth steadily behind him as he stepped back a few inches, opening his eyes and giving the brute his space. He nodded his head as the male asked him if he were Zilar, sitting down and letting his broad pink tongue hang loosely out of his jaws. He glanced over at the Malinois, wondering if she were Apollo's mate and if she were he would have to do something about it. Just as his attention strayed from the female and back to Apollo, he was tackled and knocked to the ground with a loud grunt.
He landed on his back, but lost balance as he practically flipped over on his stomach and emitted a girlish giggle from his maw. All four of his legs were flat against the ground and his tail some how ended up underneath him. It wasn't painful at all, but it was a bit embarassing as he looked up at Apollo who had nipped at his shoulder. He stood up and looked around like nothing at all had happened and pounced on the male, gnawing gently on his left ear. He listened carefully as the male spoke and his ears twitched back and forth, then he replied. Nah, not really. She left me for this whimpy mutt.
His tail continually swayed back and forth in a steady motion as he climbed atop Apollo and began pawing at him playfully. The voice of yet another entered his ears as he twisted his head so he could get a glance of the dog, whom was balancing perfectly on the fence before leaping down. He craned his nose toward the dog to get a sniff of the scent which told what gender the dog was, which was that of a bitch. His tail wagged as he stood up, hovering over Apollo, and spoke calmly to the bitch who announced her name. It's fine by me, but I guess you should really ask Apollo. I was dubbed Zilar, a name my father suggested. He watched as she sat some-what by the bitch that had stayed close to Apollo, but he still wondered if this bitch were his mate. He would ask later, well, that is if they were still together later.
He landed on his back, but lost balance as he practically flipped over on his stomach and emitted a girlish giggle from his maw. All four of his legs were flat against the ground and his tail some how ended up underneath him. It wasn't painful at all, but it was a bit embarassing as he looked up at Apollo who had nipped at his shoulder. He stood up and looked around like nothing at all had happened and pounced on the male, gnawing gently on his left ear. He listened carefully as the male spoke and his ears twitched back and forth, then he replied. Nah, not really. She left me for this whimpy mutt.
His tail continually swayed back and forth in a steady motion as he climbed atop Apollo and began pawing at him playfully. The voice of yet another entered his ears as he twisted his head so he could get a glance of the dog, whom was balancing perfectly on the fence before leaping down. He craned his nose toward the dog to get a sniff of the scent which told what gender the dog was, which was that of a bitch. His tail wagged as he stood up, hovering over Apollo, and spoke calmly to the bitch who announced her name. It's fine by me, but I guess you should really ask Apollo. I was dubbed Zilar, a name my father suggested. He watched as she sat some-what by the bitch that had stayed close to Apollo, but he still wondered if this bitch were his mate. He would ask later, well, that is if they were still together later.
Code Word: Cake