Post by Alex on Aug 30, 2008 20:56:10 GMT -5
Name: Torono
Age: 39 Moons
Gender: Male
Breed: Wolf
Pack or Tribe: Loner
Desired Position: Loner
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Age: 39 Moons
Gender: Male
Breed: Wolf
Pack or Tribe: Loner
Desired Position: Loner
Image:
Description:
Sexy, no? xD Oops... I forgot pupils... Well, they're there!
Torano is a very sleek, graceful wolf with incredible balance and precidion. He is lanky, but he is very proportionate and lean with muscles more for speed than strength. His pelt is rather simple and befitting. His pelt is mainly a somber teal color, but his markings are a bit more advanced. Though the colors seem like they would clash or stand out, they fit him oddly. His underbelly, and tail are black, as well as his face. The black starts at the edges of his nose and goes upwards, resting on where eyebrows would be, creating the effect of such when he uses expression. The odd thing about his black markings is the fact that they are outlined in ivory, the same color of his inner ear and forepaws. Oddly, his eyes and nose match in color, both being a woody brown.Tattoos:
None, never belonged to that sort of pack.Personality:
Torano was once a laid-back guy who usually discluded himself from the common querrels of his old pack. He prefered to relax when he wasn't crossing borders or stealing prey. He was one to easily make friends and, though it was never needed, he could be comforting. Now, all of that is gone. Everything. He has not personality now. A blank slate.History:
Though he cannot remember it, his past has been dark, as of late. He used to belong to a rogue pack who stole prey and crossed pack boundaries before the war. The group was mostly made up of fighting wolves. A select few, him included, managed to avoid fights as often as possible, though he had been in a few. When the war started, the cats came and attacked his pack, making him wish he would have joined the packs. After all, they were the successors.Roleplay Sample:
A few years had passed since then and Torono still was a wondering spirit. He had left the forest of the packs and lived in solitude, though he never could quite snuff out the memory of that pack. Though brutal, he made some of his best friends there, and he did miss them, though he figured they must've died or living like a nomad, as he did. But it was worth a shot.
On a whim, he returned. It was a rather long journey, but he made good time. Soon, he was in the familiar loner lands he once called home. But as he was lost in memory, a cat approched him. Without fighing for years, he couldn't defend himself as he once could, and he got bashed in the head pretty hard. When he woke up, everything was gone. He didn't know himself, the land around him, anything. A permanent case of amnesia.
-Files nails- As if.Additional Details:
He used to be friends, with Saber.
