Post by Cinder on Sept 1, 2008 7:51:17 GMT -5
Name: Azreal
Age: 40 moons
Gender: Male
Breed: Maotu
Pack or Tribe: Loner
Desired Position: Loner
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Age: 40 moons
Gender: Male
Breed: Maotu
Pack or Tribe: Loner
Desired Position: Loner
Image: Description:
Azreal is a fairly large Kavari; not totally huge, but big enough to make any wolf have second thoughts about attacking him. However, he is skinny enough that you can almost see his ribs through his ragged pelt.Description:
His coloring is highly unusual. One entire side of his body is stormcloud gray, while the other is pearly white. The two opposing colors meet in a strange combination of swirls and waves along his spine; down his nose, neck, and chest; and under his belly again. His tail is entirely gray.
One of his eyes is a clear sapphire-blue color. The other is a pale milky blue, almost completely blind: he can see only blurry light and shadow from it. A long, thin scar runs across the grey side of his face and across his blind eye.
Azreal is a fairly large Kavari; not totally huge, but big enough to make any wolf have second thoughts about attacking him. However, he is skinny enough that you can almost see his ribs through his ragged pelt.Tattoos:
His coloring is highly unusual. One entire side of his body is stormcloud gray, while the other is pearly white. The two opposing colors meet in a strange combination of swirls and waves along his spine; down his nose, neck, and chest; and under his belly again. His tail is entirely gray.
One of his eyes is a clear sapphire-blue color. The other is a pale milky blue, almost completely blind: he can see only blurry light and shadow from it. A long, thin scar runs across the grey side of his face and across his blind eye.
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In one word: strange. Most of the time Azreal is calm, collected, and dignified. He affects to a courtly, almost Shakespearian manner. He lies so easily and convincingly that you would half-believe him even if you knew that he was telling a falsehood. He refuses to trust anyone, although he will certainly put on a show of trusting you.History:
But he has a darker side, as well. He can go off in a fit of rage without warning, storming around and slashing at trees with his long claws. Sometimes his rage can turn murderous, and he'll attack anyone who stands in his way, regardless of who they are.
If someone mentions the Kavari tribe (or Cinderflame) to him, Azreal will erupt in fury, lashing out blindly and cursing Cinderflame and the fate that had driven him away from his tribe. He would like nothing more than to kill Cinderflame.
Azreal was born into the Kavari tribe, about two seasons before the Wraith War. He was the younger brother of Cinderflame, who, even as a cub, liked to taunt and torment him. Azreal bore it, however, thinking that it was natural for the younger sibling to be picked on.Roleplay Sample:
As a Trainee, he was always quiet and reserved, seeming to be daydreaming when he was really paying attention. The Fighters despaired of him, saying that he'd never make a proper Kavari.
During the Wraith War, Azreal refused to fight the wolves, saying that the wolves had won their lands by right of combat and shouldn't be challenged. For that, he was branded a traitor; and Cinderflame, the new leader after the old leader died fighting the wolves, cast him out of the tribe. He gave Azreal the scar across his face, accidentally nicking his eye as well.
Azreal soon grew accustomed to his status as a loner, and stayed well out of the way of both the Kavari and the wolves. His eye grew infected from the slash Cinderflame inflicted, and soon it was nearly blind. The loner wanders the edge of the desert and along the shore, trying to avoid everyone.
See Frost, Cinderflame, Moonshard, or Carmen.Additional Details: