Post by :Salem: on Jun 22, 2008 11:44:45 GMT -5
Name: Salem
Pack/Tribe: Kanaran
Age: 28 Moons
Gender: Male
Rank: Fighter
Picture:
With black stripes
Description: Salem is a large and muscular wolf. His body is a solid snow-white color with black stripes from his fore paws to the tip of his tail. His paws are massive and can kill things with a single blow, that's with paws sheathed! He has dangerous and sharp claws that are longer than his teeth, but too big so they stick out of his paws. His fur is long and fluffy from constant grooming, especially his neck fur. He has white elusive eyes that always seem piercing into your soul.
Tattoos/Special Markings: There is a claw mark on his nose from a battle with a Senya fighter. There is also a nick in his ear from being attack by a loner.
Personality: Salem is a very secluded and alone wolf. He likes keeping to himself and hates showing his feelings to others. He's very bold and noble, the best features for a fighter most people like to say. Though he does have a soft spot for his pack-mates and crushes. He looks rather menacing, but is actually kind, bashful, courteous, and polite. Though in the midst of battle, he's able to chase off any unlucky intruder. He really doesn't like to talk that much either.
History: Salem was born in Kanaran as the son to Spirited and Ripple. His parents two great fighters as well, so it probably rubbed off on him a lot. But when he was in training, he parents died from a sneak attack, a pack of rogues stormed the pack. Salem tried to hide his sorrow, but it only got worse and wrecked him emotionally. So badly, he tried to drown himself in the river, but a fighter that was hunting saved him. Salem was so disgusted in himself for trying go out the easy way, then disciplined himself to be the greatest fighter ever. So far he has been doing a great job at that, he so close to being the beta, that he can almost taste it!
Other Important Information: None(Do I need to have one?)
Role-Play Example: Salem was in the middle of the woods, scenting the damp air for the slightest bit of his favorite prey. Suddenly he caught the delicious scent that made him lick his lips and send a tingling sensation down his spine. He quickly leaped to where the source of the scent was coming from, and got into a low crouch. Sure enough, he could see the large......badger, Salem licked his lips and stalked forward slowly. Until he got so close that he couldn't bare the scent flowing in his nostrils anymore. He quickly pounced onto the back of the dangerous animal and clamped his huge jaws onto the moose's neck, his claws raking everything else wildly. The badger flailed and kicked angrily, but Salem held his grip tightly. The badger slowly had the life drip out of him like blood.
Pack/Tribe: Kanaran
Age: 28 Moons
Gender: Male
Rank: Fighter
Picture:
With black stripesDescription: Salem is a large and muscular wolf. His body is a solid snow-white color with black stripes from his fore paws to the tip of his tail. His paws are massive and can kill things with a single blow, that's with paws sheathed! He has dangerous and sharp claws that are longer than his teeth, but too big so they stick out of his paws. His fur is long and fluffy from constant grooming, especially his neck fur. He has white elusive eyes that always seem piercing into your soul.
Tattoos/Special Markings: There is a claw mark on his nose from a battle with a Senya fighter. There is also a nick in his ear from being attack by a loner.
Personality: Salem is a very secluded and alone wolf. He likes keeping to himself and hates showing his feelings to others. He's very bold and noble, the best features for a fighter most people like to say. Though he does have a soft spot for his pack-mates and crushes. He looks rather menacing, but is actually kind, bashful, courteous, and polite. Though in the midst of battle, he's able to chase off any unlucky intruder. He really doesn't like to talk that much either.
History: Salem was born in Kanaran as the son to Spirited and Ripple. His parents two great fighters as well, so it probably rubbed off on him a lot. But when he was in training, he parents died from a sneak attack, a pack of rogues stormed the pack. Salem tried to hide his sorrow, but it only got worse and wrecked him emotionally. So badly, he tried to drown himself in the river, but a fighter that was hunting saved him. Salem was so disgusted in himself for trying go out the easy way, then disciplined himself to be the greatest fighter ever. So far he has been doing a great job at that, he so close to being the beta, that he can almost taste it!
Other Important Information: None(Do I need to have one?)
Role-Play Example: Salem was in the middle of the woods, scenting the damp air for the slightest bit of his favorite prey. Suddenly he caught the delicious scent that made him lick his lips and send a tingling sensation down his spine. He quickly leaped to where the source of the scent was coming from, and got into a low crouch. Sure enough, he could see the large......badger, Salem licked his lips and stalked forward slowly. Until he got so close that he couldn't bare the scent flowing in his nostrils anymore. He quickly pounced onto the back of the dangerous animal and clamped his huge jaws onto the moose's neck, his claws raking everything else wildly. The badger flailed and kicked angrily, but Salem held his grip tightly. The badger slowly had the life drip out of him like blood.
Accepted!
