Post by Falcon on Jul 21, 2007 21:04:44 GMT -5
-The Role player-
Your name:
Taylor
Any nicknames?:
Not really, if you want to call me Lee to save typing thats fine by me. lol
Activity:
9, after all I made the site. xD
-The Character-
Name:
Falcon
Age:
Four winters(years)
Gender:
Male
Description:
Falcon is a pure black wolf of a medium build. Not that odd since he has no markings, although his tail does have a habit of trying to curl up. He tries to keep it from doing that and is fairly good at it but sometimes he forgets. His eyes are a bright yellow, those of a normal wolf. His paws are slightly smaller than they should be but for him they work just fine, somehow giving him a little more speed than most wolves. His body is sleek, he is meant to be a runner and doesn't hunt all that much because of his slight 'advantage' as he calls it. Not many wolves ever notice, but some may see it when he lies down. Underneath his left forepaw the skin is not black like the rest but a light pink, the only odd part about his appearance. His teeth are an average size, not to sharp but not to dull. Normally Falcon can get by in a fight but he prefers to scare those that want to fight him off with his ablities to speak with the birds. Sadly, that is all he can speak to.
History:
Falcon was born in the territory that is now overrun with Rouges, and his birth pack was destroyed by the pack when they invaded the territory. Born second in a litter of three pups he wasn't the largest of the batch and thankfully not the smallest either, his sister Faith took the role of runt. Storm, his elder brother by about two minutes was a lot bigger than him but a lot slower too. Falcon had a decent pup hood, though the fact that his sister was chased out of the birth pack when she and her brothers were one didn't really help him to understand his pack. He was usually the wolf that sat in the back while all the other were fighting about something stupid. When the litters of pups came he elected himself as the one that would take care of them and even though he was looked down upon he enjoy watching the little pups and felt as if he was responsible for them. Before the Rouges came and killed off his pack he had found himself caught up with a female named Nikit, he would have been her mate had she not died during the winter. That was life, and after a long talk with the elders he got over it. Not much could hurt Falcon, that was his gift so to speak. He learned of his ability to speak to birds when he was fairly yound and had found out why his parents had named him Falcon. When he was born, they could not think of a name for their pup and they did not know what they would do because a wolf pup without a name was just about as good as a human pup without its legs. They had gone to speak with the elders of the pack when he was lost. They returned to a den with only two pups, and their third playing with a falcon. The falcon had looked up when his parents had found him and the pup had spoken, but not in a voice his parents could understand. He had spoken to the bird, and had told it to go home now. The bird had left, without harming their pup at all.
Role playing Sample:
-Not needed-
Your name:
Taylor
Any nicknames?:
Not really, if you want to call me Lee to save typing thats fine by me. lol
Activity:
9, after all I made the site. xD
-The Character-
Name:
Falcon
Age:
Four winters(years)
Gender:
Male
Description:
Falcon is a pure black wolf of a medium build. Not that odd since he has no markings, although his tail does have a habit of trying to curl up. He tries to keep it from doing that and is fairly good at it but sometimes he forgets. His eyes are a bright yellow, those of a normal wolf. His paws are slightly smaller than they should be but for him they work just fine, somehow giving him a little more speed than most wolves. His body is sleek, he is meant to be a runner and doesn't hunt all that much because of his slight 'advantage' as he calls it. Not many wolves ever notice, but some may see it when he lies down. Underneath his left forepaw the skin is not black like the rest but a light pink, the only odd part about his appearance. His teeth are an average size, not to sharp but not to dull. Normally Falcon can get by in a fight but he prefers to scare those that want to fight him off with his ablities to speak with the birds. Sadly, that is all he can speak to.
History:
Falcon was born in the territory that is now overrun with Rouges, and his birth pack was destroyed by the pack when they invaded the territory. Born second in a litter of three pups he wasn't the largest of the batch and thankfully not the smallest either, his sister Faith took the role of runt. Storm, his elder brother by about two minutes was a lot bigger than him but a lot slower too. Falcon had a decent pup hood, though the fact that his sister was chased out of the birth pack when she and her brothers were one didn't really help him to understand his pack. He was usually the wolf that sat in the back while all the other were fighting about something stupid. When the litters of pups came he elected himself as the one that would take care of them and even though he was looked down upon he enjoy watching the little pups and felt as if he was responsible for them. Before the Rouges came and killed off his pack he had found himself caught up with a female named Nikit, he would have been her mate had she not died during the winter. That was life, and after a long talk with the elders he got over it. Not much could hurt Falcon, that was his gift so to speak. He learned of his ability to speak to birds when he was fairly yound and had found out why his parents had named him Falcon. When he was born, they could not think of a name for their pup and they did not know what they would do because a wolf pup without a name was just about as good as a human pup without its legs. They had gone to speak with the elders of the pack when he was lost. They returned to a den with only two pups, and their third playing with a falcon. The falcon had looked up when his parents had found him and the pup had spoken, but not in a voice his parents could understand. He had spoken to the bird, and had told it to go home now. The bird had left, without harming their pup at all.
Role playing Sample:
-Not needed-
