Post by ;; s e v e n on Jun 29, 2010 13:03:15 GMT -8
Full Name;; Caroussel
Preferred Name;; Russell
Title;;
Age;; 2 years
Gender;; Male
Pack;; Loner
Rank;; -
Mate;; -
Offspring;; -
Breed;; Eurasian Wolf
Appearance;; His fur is coarse and rusty-coloured, with a lighter underbelly and a dark-brown/gray back. His cheeks and muzzle are creamy-white coloured, while there's a darker gray mask on his face. The tip of his tail is dark-brown; nearly black. His neck and shoulders are a mixture of greys; creams and blacks. A part of his tail is missing, lost in a fight with a bear, which also caused him several scars on the front legs, chest and hind. One of his eyes is dead - pure black and blind; caused by a scar running over it; while his other eye is a light amber colour. Physically, he is short, but with a good amount of muscles, making him powerful and capable of making quite sharp turns at top speed.
Picture;; -
Personality;; He isn't your perfect image of an adult male wolf - he seems to be stuck in the childhood.Russell has a childish and frivolous behavior, but if things get really serious, he will remain concentrated. He doesn't lose his temper easily, but may get offended if he's looked down on or underestimated. Caroussel will fight for his beliefs and will not accept the wrong way, even if everyone else is following it.
He will take action and won't stick to just observing a situation.
Although he won't take most of the advice given to him, he will always be loyal to his leaders and follow any orders given by them.
He never really got the chance to grow up and mature. He can easily forget important things and will have a hard time navigating through a monotonous landscape.
Although Russell doesn't mind being around pups, they can really get on his nerves.
Russell would love a spar or two, but when it comes to real business, if he's caught unprepared, he would rather flee or seek help, than fight on his own, when outnumbered.
Traits;;
+ Fast to think and act
+ Can easily choose the right ally and the person he won't trust
+ Works good in groups
- Self-willed
- Childish and unconcentrated at times
- Untrusting and reserved
Strengths;; Well-developed muscles; a great sense of smell; sharp teeth and a powerful jaw,
Weaknesses;; Bad eyesight - blind in one eye; slow runner - heavy boned.
Fears;; Fires; large birds; bears.
History;;
Caroussel was born in a small pack of eurasian wolves, and his mother was not the leader. When the other members of the pack found out about the she-wolf's affair, she was banished immediately, and was left to survive on her own, with a three week old pup to take care of and feed. She happened in a good season, so there was plenty of food, but still the pup was exposed to dangers - she had to find a den; and fast.
The mother was lucky enough to find an old fox hole in the base of a large oak, and resided there.
When the pup became about seven months old, nearly ready to leave his parent's side, a bear attacked the den site, and killed the mother.
Russell decided to leave the den immediately, and went off to venture by himself, but a lot of dangers awaited him later in life.
A few months later, once again, he maneged to get himself in bear territory, and was attacked by a large male fending his freshly found prey - an elk carcass.
The young male managed to flee once again, this time with battle wounds and one blind eye.
Time passed; wounds healed.
He never matured psychically, as he spent most of his teenage and young adult months by himself and never socialized with other packs.
All that's left of the tough childhood are the scars of life, embracing his rough, muscular features like the brush of an artist on blank canvas.
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Roleplay Example;;
Whew, that was one hell of a chase.
Russell has just escaped the lethal trap of a stampeding moose's huge antlers.
He collapsed on the grass, breathing heavily.
The male looked around with his one good eye, ears twitching nervously, but all he could hear was the mocking chirping of some birds, taking cover in the branches of the tall birch trees.
Russell was safe. When he calmed down, he pushed himself up and one of his paws flickered by the touch of the fresh dewy grass.
The wolf trotted playfully towards the riverbank, which was just a few paces ahead, and observed his surroundings.
The surrounding vegetation was shining in dew, enjoying the soft touch of the sun. The little clearing that Russell found, when he was fleeing from the bull, was surrounded by thick vegetation and guided by the silent observant gaze of the tall, magnificent birches, which white trunks gleamed in the sunlight.
Russell carefully felt the muddy ground below him with his paw; it was kind of unpleasant to step on, but it wasn't cold.
The wolf sniffed the air and flicked his ears once more, just to make sure that there was no danger in site. Everything was clear, so he lowered his head and began drinking.
The water was pleasant - not too cold, but not warm either.
The river was flowing slowly, making a buzzing sound, as it overcame the small white stones at the bottom. The wolf drank full, and sat down near the bank, listening to the sounds of the surrounding forest. The gentle chirping of the birds, mixed with the monotonous buzzing of the river, slowly mused Russell into sleep. His head dropped on his paws, and his breathing calmed down.
Trivia;;
* he loves the scent of blackberries
* he hates fish, and he wouldn't eat it, even if it was the only source of food
* he dislikes being in open spaces, without any place to hide in
* his name is purposely misspelled
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