Post by RyeRunner on Jul 1, 2010 13:46:03 GMT -8
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Full Name;;Heikraih
Preferred Name;;Hyk
Title;;N/A
Age;; roughly half a year
Gender;;Male
Pack;;Eyrie
Rank;;Pup
Mate;;N/A
Offspring;;N/A
Breed;;Grey Wolf
Appearance/Personality;;Hyk,though large for his age,is slim and swift-and always seams to be clumsy at the most inconvenient times and places.(Such as during story time?Or the time he scared his older brother's first squirrel away?All inconveniences that up with "un-fair" punishments.)And it always seams he gets in trouble for crimes he did,and didn't,commit.But despite this,Hyk is clever and quick minded.Of course,being a young pup,his attitude,personalities,temper,likes and dislikes are still under development.For every pup is innocent until tampered with,right?
Meanwhile,Hyk's physical features give you a "simple" feeling-the usual grey,white,and black mixture which blankets his back,and the white underparts.Even his broad,snowshoe-like feet,and lengthy,close-nit legs, give you the "Wolf" feeling.However,Hyk has one distinct feature-his left hind paw has a splash of ginger smack-dab in the middle of Hyk's paw-pad.Hyk's broad muzzle and deep,ocean blue eyes seam to be endless when gazed into,giving off an almost hypnotizing trance.
Picture;;N/A
Traits;;
+Clever
+Tall
-Young
-Naive
-Vulnerable
Strengths;;Intelligence,size
Weaknesses;;Being young possess problems.
Fears;;Porcupines
History;;
Hyk does not know his own history well-he was supposedly born late,during the spring.However,Hyk recalls something different on the subject.
Hyk swears he remembers the following-Deep,freezing snow,a severe pain running through his hind leg.He often gets nightmares about the experience,but hasn't confided to any wolf about it.
Hyk's mysterious phobia of Porcupines also remains a mystery,however it is very severe,and he cannot be in the presence of a porcupine for long without getting dizzy!
How did you find us?;;Roaming about Chicken Smoothie.
Roleplay Example;;
Revey crept through the grass,enjoying the swishing noise it made when the wind blew through it,tossling it and tickling her muzzle.Her ears were on constant alert,listening for the faint,but noticeable scent of prey.Then with a considerable speed,she paused,then fell into the distinct hunter's stalk,for the wind had given her the faint aroma of hare.Swiftly she crept toward the legamorph,ready to take the prize for herself.Like a crimson flash she struck-doling out death to the hare in seconds.Satisfied,she licked the blood off her muzzle,and trotted off with the prize to share with her eccentric brother.
She was a hunter.She was a supplier.She was the Wolf.
Trivia;;
~Has a serious fear of porcupines!
~Loves rabbit/hare/bunny.
~Has never crossed water before.
