Post by Donn on Apr 15, 2007 2:55:24 GMT -5
Name: Donnatrix "Donn" Odeon
Gender: Male
Species: Grey Wolf
Age: 4
Height: 2.7 feet
Weight: 83 pounds
Pack: None.
Parents: Deceased.
Mate: None.
Offspring: None.
Personality: Awful. This creature simply cannot be nice. He isn't aggressive, is instead cold. Cold anger, cold laughter, cold expression. He hates the sun, and as a result, he often tries to keep in the shade, and can be sometimes seen running from one patch of shade to the next on a bad day. Another strange problem of his is animals. He is basically a zoophobic, and detests hates and fears all life, save the trees and mice, which he just hates without the fear. He absolutely cannot stand being touched by another creature, and always has to wash himself extensively after a meal. He speaks with a heavy Yorkshire accent, although one can't be certain that was where he came from. He doesn't like speaking to others, for fear they'll make fun of his accent, and spends a great time hiding from others. As a result, he cannot be part of a pack, unless he absolutely is forced to. Not that you could force him very well, he would probably run away, being the slippery thing that he is. He doesn't like to fight. Fighting means contact, and he hates that, instead, he slips away silently.
Appearance:
He has dark grey fur, which is very spiky, and stands up in tufts all the time. The fur on his underside takes a lighter shade, with a very, very subtle hint of blue, which is barely noticeable. His eyes are very pale blue, and look almost grey. He is not an especially strong wolf, his main focus being to run fast. His tail is fairly long, and not very thick. His fangs at the front of his mouth are longer than usual, and protrude downwards out of his mouth a bit, which means that a rare bite from him can be a very nasty experience indeed.
History: Donnatrix always was a weird one, right from puppyhood. When his sister and the rest of the pack played and hunted and told each other stories outside, he would stay in the darkness, and snap at any foolish wolf that put a playful paw near him. He would always snatch food from his sister from the dark, coming upon her like a shadow, then retreating again. When the time came to be taught on hunting, he didn't come out to see. When his father said they would bring him no more food, he ventured out on his own to get food himself. He snuck up on it, killed it and ate it. his family had no idea he could do that. After a while, he left, and made his own way into the world, in a sly, unseen way.
Gender: Male
Species: Grey Wolf
Age: 4
Height: 2.7 feet
Weight: 83 pounds
Pack: None.
Parents: Deceased.
Mate: None.
Offspring: None.
Personality: Awful. This creature simply cannot be nice. He isn't aggressive, is instead cold. Cold anger, cold laughter, cold expression. He hates the sun, and as a result, he often tries to keep in the shade, and can be sometimes seen running from one patch of shade to the next on a bad day. Another strange problem of his is animals. He is basically a zoophobic, and detests hates and fears all life, save the trees and mice, which he just hates without the fear. He absolutely cannot stand being touched by another creature, and always has to wash himself extensively after a meal. He speaks with a heavy Yorkshire accent, although one can't be certain that was where he came from. He doesn't like speaking to others, for fear they'll make fun of his accent, and spends a great time hiding from others. As a result, he cannot be part of a pack, unless he absolutely is forced to. Not that you could force him very well, he would probably run away, being the slippery thing that he is. He doesn't like to fight. Fighting means contact, and he hates that, instead, he slips away silently.
Appearance:
He has dark grey fur, which is very spiky, and stands up in tufts all the time. The fur on his underside takes a lighter shade, with a very, very subtle hint of blue, which is barely noticeable. His eyes are very pale blue, and look almost grey. He is not an especially strong wolf, his main focus being to run fast. His tail is fairly long, and not very thick. His fangs at the front of his mouth are longer than usual, and protrude downwards out of his mouth a bit, which means that a rare bite from him can be a very nasty experience indeed.
History: Donnatrix always was a weird one, right from puppyhood. When his sister and the rest of the pack played and hunted and told each other stories outside, he would stay in the darkness, and snap at any foolish wolf that put a playful paw near him. He would always snatch food from his sister from the dark, coming upon her like a shadow, then retreating again. When the time came to be taught on hunting, he didn't come out to see. When his father said they would bring him no more food, he ventured out on his own to get food himself. He snuck up on it, killed it and ate it. his family had no idea he could do that. After a while, he left, and made his own way into the world, in a sly, unseen way.
