Post by pan on Jul 24, 2010 8:29:20 GMT -8
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Full Name;; Kilt
Preferred Name;; Ki, Ghost
Title;; "The Ghost", Njal Pack Spy
Age;; 5
Gender;; Male
Preferred Name;; Ki, Ghost
Title;; "The Ghost", Njal Pack Spy
Age;; 5
Gender;; Male
Part of the puzzle...
Pack;; Njal
Rank;; Spy (?)
Mate;; --
Offspring;; --
Rank;; Spy (?)
Mate;; --
Offspring;; --
Reflections
Breed;; Alaskan Tundra Wolf
Appearance;; Rather average looking is the most apt method to describe Kilt. He is a typical gray wolf sub species with mottled gray, black, white and a bit of red fur. His golden eyes are about as common as any wolf could ask for, the fact that they are bland and almost expressionless is just more than a bit creepy. He has a bushy tail that hangs loosely behind him, it never fully tucks, but he can show more than enough respect and fear for his allies. There is a quiet sort of power around him, very quiet and no more than a 'who's that?' sort of aura -- like his sister's, only softer and more masculine.
The only really surprising thing about Kilt is that he's very long in the foreleg and shorter in his backlegs. Not by much, but it gives him a shambling sort of gait as he moves, and when he carries his head high, Kilt is tall, which is the reason he normally carries it low or at shoulder height. Despite his plain looks and charming smiles, there is always something bitter about Kilt, as if he has a deep regret that can never be fixed. There is always an air of calm around the brute, a sort of trusting sense.
Picture;; Kilt & lemon . Kilt . Kilt & Tulari
Wear your heart on your sleeve...
Personality;; Kilt is a secretive wolf. He doesn't like talking about where he came from or if he has any relatives. He always appears to be laid back and calm, but there is just too much of an intelligent gleam in his plain golden eyes, a fierce cunning. Kilt is a quiet wolf, who'd rather be in a pack, but keep to himself. He does enjoy the company of other wolves, but he just cannot bring himself to actually join them. There IS a mystery surrounding Kilt since he never talks about his family and even more rarely about himself, and usually when this topic comes up, he shambles off.
Of course, that's just one side of who Kilt is -- there is another side that makes him so very good at what he does. He is an actor, a different wolf in wolf's clothing - so to speak. Kilt has taken the years since his sister left their pack (about 1-2), and perfected the art of being something he isn't, and he's learned much. He knows that by rubbing dirty all over his plain coat, he can look older. By using some berries he can look as if he's been in a fight -- and he has the skill to go with it. He can act his way out of an enemy pack in time to run.
He's also taught himself other valuable tricks, like how to climb a tree and hide, or how to loose his scent running through a river. And it's unlike Kilt to give up his secrets, so the others will just have to watch and puzzle out how he does what he does so well.
Traits;;
+ Plain
- Arrogant
+ Clever
- Un-trusting
Strengths;; Hiding, Sneaking & Acting
Weaknesses;; Personable, Kind & Social
Fears;; Repeating his mistake with his sister
History;;from Tulari's history, Kilt's Point Of View;
Like his sister, Kilt grew up as the alpha's cubs - four strong until a late famine hit their territory hard and his two other sisters didn't make it. Being the only male cub was hard when he had three sister's to compete with, but with just one -- well, he bonded and loved his sister (like a brother should). He liked the way his sister's pelt was black like the night and that his was light, like the day. He followed her everywhere, having already acknowledged that she was more alpha than he.
The years passed without incident until his third year when the greatest mistake of his life happened. It was winter, and a cold day in winter. He'd spotted his sister out by the river, doing what she loved to do most: fish. Kilt had thought that she'd heard him coming (after all, back then he wasn't as silent as he is now), but she was paying too much attention to the fish in the half frozen river to hear. He'd come up and nosed her gently on her spine and barked a greeting to his sibling -- and then his bark turned into a whine and then a scream of agony and sorrow as she slipped off her perch and into the frozen river. Kilt had started up a screaming howl alert sound and the pack charged after him -- they tracked Tulari as she passed under the ice before she broke surface. Kilt was the first one there to grab her scruff, but he lost his purchase as his father roughly shoved him out of the way and hauled Tulari to the solid shore.
Kilt whimpered loudly in the background as they revived his sister, she was wet and freezing -- but thankfully the river hadn't taken her spirit. He had gone to see his sister and beg her forgiveness, but as he came near the cave, his father charged out -- hackles bristling and mouth curled into a snarl. Kilt froze and dropped to the ground instantly -- one didn't challenge their father and alpha. He'd told Kilt that Tulari had spoken of what had happened, and that he was banished from the pack.
The three year old couldn't believe what his father was telling him, and then he did when the great large gray wolf chased him off the pack territory. Kilt scrambled, just in front of those terrible teeth. Bitter and still guilty and grieving about what had nearly come to pass -- he kept walking. Eventually he bucked up and found food (it took him many tries and learning the art of moving silently before he got his first meal). Once he felled a small deer, and lost it to another pack. The next time he found one, he did as he'd seen the large cats do -- he grabbed the carcass and carried it up a tree (which too many tries, mind).
Eventually his wandering weary heart sought out a pack, the Njals. And with his unique skills that traveling along had taught him -- he aimed his sights on becoming the Njal's spy, having no clue that the Alphess of his enemy tribe was his long-lost sister.
Of course, that's just one side of who Kilt is -- there is another side that makes him so very good at what he does. He is an actor, a different wolf in wolf's clothing - so to speak. Kilt has taken the years since his sister left their pack (about 1-2), and perfected the art of being something he isn't, and he's learned much. He knows that by rubbing dirty all over his plain coat, he can look older. By using some berries he can look as if he's been in a fight -- and he has the skill to go with it. He can act his way out of an enemy pack in time to run.
He's also taught himself other valuable tricks, like how to climb a tree and hide, or how to loose his scent running through a river. And it's unlike Kilt to give up his secrets, so the others will just have to watch and puzzle out how he does what he does so well.
Traits;;
+ Plain
- Arrogant
+ Clever
- Un-trusting
Strengths;; Hiding, Sneaking & Acting
Weaknesses;; Personable, Kind & Social
Fears;; Repeating his mistake with his sister
History;;from Tulari's history, Kilt's Point Of View;
Like his sister, Kilt grew up as the alpha's cubs - four strong until a late famine hit their territory hard and his two other sisters didn't make it. Being the only male cub was hard when he had three sister's to compete with, but with just one -- well, he bonded and loved his sister (like a brother should). He liked the way his sister's pelt was black like the night and that his was light, like the day. He followed her everywhere, having already acknowledged that she was more alpha than he.
The years passed without incident until his third year when the greatest mistake of his life happened. It was winter, and a cold day in winter. He'd spotted his sister out by the river, doing what she loved to do most: fish. Kilt had thought that she'd heard him coming (after all, back then he wasn't as silent as he is now), but she was paying too much attention to the fish in the half frozen river to hear. He'd come up and nosed her gently on her spine and barked a greeting to his sibling -- and then his bark turned into a whine and then a scream of agony and sorrow as she slipped off her perch and into the frozen river. Kilt had started up a screaming howl alert sound and the pack charged after him -- they tracked Tulari as she passed under the ice before she broke surface. Kilt was the first one there to grab her scruff, but he lost his purchase as his father roughly shoved him out of the way and hauled Tulari to the solid shore.
Kilt whimpered loudly in the background as they revived his sister, she was wet and freezing -- but thankfully the river hadn't taken her spirit. He had gone to see his sister and beg her forgiveness, but as he came near the cave, his father charged out -- hackles bristling and mouth curled into a snarl. Kilt froze and dropped to the ground instantly -- one didn't challenge their father and alpha. He'd told Kilt that Tulari had spoken of what had happened, and that he was banished from the pack.
The three year old couldn't believe what his father was telling him, and then he did when the great large gray wolf chased him off the pack territory. Kilt scrambled, just in front of those terrible teeth. Bitter and still guilty and grieving about what had nearly come to pass -- he kept walking. Eventually he bucked up and found food (it took him many tries and learning the art of moving silently before he got his first meal). Once he felled a small deer, and lost it to another pack. The next time he found one, he did as he'd seen the large cats do -- he grabbed the carcass and carried it up a tree (which too many tries, mind).
Eventually his wandering weary heart sought out a pack, the Njals. And with his unique skills that traveling along had taught him -- he aimed his sights on becoming the Njal's spy, having no clue that the Alphess of his enemy tribe was his long-lost sister.
Survey time!
How did you find us?;; Wren
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