Post by Vizz on Dec 6, 2007 13:54:55 GMT -5
[/li][li] Females. The most important gender, he believes. They give him something to look at and to admire. He hasn't seen a female wolf since he was a year old, so now he likes to look at the other breeds. He doesn't dabble with those though. His acts of flirting are usually noticeable. There are only two things he fights for. Love, and things he just believes are right. He isn't looking for love yet, and probably not soon. [/li][li] He is somewhat sneaky. He would make a great spy, if he was in a pack. He is capable of being a cunning, and intelligent like his father. He has a long way to go though, his mind is still deciding whether or not he wants to be good or bad.Name: Luke Marius
Gender: Male
Clan: Rebel
Rank: N/A
Age: 6 Years
Breed/Species: Canadian Eskimo Dog x Wolf
Short Description: Oddly fiesty attitude.
Appearance:
[copied/edited from my account on SA as Divius.]
Size-wise, Luke is under the standards of both his mother and father. He is rather scrawny, and without his thick fur he could probably be mistaken for a breed of fox other than half Canadian Eskimo and Wolf. At birth he was the same size, weight, and height of his brothers and slightly larger than a paw. Now he isn’t very sure if he is the same size as his brothers anymore since he hasn’t seen his brothers for over two years, but he is pretty convinced that much couldn’t have changed in the appearance of them. He is only seventy-five pounds, and he doesn’t seem to be getting any bigger. He is a 26 inch tall wolf-dog with long, thin legs unlike his stockier brother Joyner. Considered to be in the middle (size-wise) of his brothers, he was never the fastest or the slowest. His body is nearly weightless, and he can run like it is nothing. Yet he can’t run too hard because to his disappointment he is getting old. His body is covered with small scars, but they are barely visible and covered by fur.
As a pup his coat was completely black, but as he grew older (to his excitement) his fur lightened to a cream color as the years passed. His body is covered with different shades of browns, and grays. His obsidian color appears to be the most pure. As not to confuse you, I will try to sum it up in a few sentences. The black appears on his chest, spine, and an off-black on his sides. The gray is almost everywhere, covering most of his coat. The brown in his coat is visible on his spine, his tail, and his head. Instead of small amounts of brown on his ears, they are completely brown. Instead of a complete mask, he has a diamond shaped blot of brown with the tip ranging from his muzzle to his ears. His eyes are a bright brown, except for at dark when they darken to a light golden color. He has a sable four leaf clover on bridge of his nose. He believes it provides him with luck.
Personality: Luke, alias Mars and Mari, is to put it simply, one of the mammals you simply don't want to run in to. His attitude is very odd in a few ways. First of all, he can be very goofy when he feels like it. The fact that he is still young enables him to be considerably immature. Being a callow youth doesn't allow him to be rude, and he thinks it does. He says mean comments and then plays the 'I'm innocent card'. What he doesn't exactly understand is that it's been a long time since that worked. He's a year old, almost completely an adult. Only the gullable adults fall for it.
His quick, sly comments are one of his problems. He enjoys finding out what comments push different buttons. Finding about what makes someone jealous, angry, or very lustful. As soon as he finds out what that comment may be, he will push it and push it until he thinks he's gone far enough. He enjoys seeing foxes and dogs grit their teeth in anger wanting to rip him apart. He also loves to see them having a smirk from ear to ear as he makes someone feel like they can have anything in the world. Oh the joy of wanting to watch someone else get ripped apart. He also knows what to say to make people happy and to forget about their sadness.
He is also audacious [in all definitions] around those in packs. He figures that they assume that just because they are in a pack they are better than he. The fact is, he hates pack life. Following after one [or two] leaders, foxes/dogs that think they run the show. He doesn't care about being protected by friends in the pack, he doesn't need anyone [or so he thinks]. He does like it if his own kind is in power. He doesn't act weird around fellow wolves of any sort, and a few foxes/dogs see his real side. He does dislike overly kind wolves, those who show sympathy to the pathetic.
When he is in a bad mood, he can be noticeably misanthropic. He doesn't talk much. He hides away from everyone, except his closest of friends. If he gets any friends, that is.
History: None. for now. [ooo mystery xD]
RP Sample:
[From CS. Ask Lily. xP]
Zephyrus sat silently near the ruins with his eyes closed, and a peaceful expression on his face. He wasn't really thinking or day dreaming. Instead, he decided to take this time where no one requested his services to simply relax his mind, and clear himself of stress. He believed in staying positive, and it would be hard if he had things weighing down his mind. He had felt the changes in the wind the last few days, and he knew that it had to be Serene. He knew she couldn't really be in too much trouble having exalted strength, but she could have been having trouble emotionally. He knew that was a possibility so he told his mother, and the female told him to seek her out and offer his kind services. He promised her he would, so that was why he was there. He had caught her easily recognizable scent in the air, and he realized that she had to be near the Ancient Ruins. He personally disliked the Ruins, but that wouldn't stop him from letting his grass grow there, healthy and fresh. The smell of ash always disturbed him to the point of bitterness, but he wouldn't let that phase him either.
When he finally opened his eyes he realized that the sky was getting darker. He wasn't going to leave Serene out for the night, he couldn't. Not with the things that lurked in the shadows. He took a deep breath, and turned his head to face the ruins. So ancient, and in such bad shape. When he stepped into the Ruins, he felt like the place would collapse if he stepped on the wrong stone or spoke too loud. It took some courage for even the bravest of Gods to step into the Ruins, and he took a moment to let his eyes adjust to his new settings. He noticed how strong Serene's scent had gotten, so he kept moving. His eyes scoured the Ancient Ruins, and he carefully watched his footing. It wouldn't be pretty at all to see the Earth God sprawled out on the ground like a helpless fool. His white fur shone bright as he walked, helping him somewhat as he made his way silently. Finally, he could hear Serene, and he wrinkled his nose. She seemed to have company. He didn't see the two wolves yet, so he took a moment to look around.
He was prepared to show slight aggression if her company appeared to be a threat in any way, and his body tensed. He had a feeling it was a mortal male. Eyes desperate, he tried to find the two wolves. His eyes finally rested on the back of the male, and he walked forward very slowly, silently. He glanced at Serene, knowing she could see him. His body was partially visible to any mortal, almost like a spirit in the air. He took a second to make himself fully visible, and he looked at the scene before him. He could sense that there was peace in the air, no threat. He personally thought that the male was too close to his sister, but he remained silent, letting his vibe get to the male. He would let him know he was there. He could see by the light of the moon and his fur that this was a male he recognized. The trees were his listeners, and he knew this was Vuk. He knew that Serene had given him the element of Wind before he even arrived, and that the male had claimed the fallen star. He was glad that it was him, and not a power hungry Hyperion follower.
He heard Serene's voice, and he watched her movements. "Would you...like to go somewhere else?" She asked the male. He nodded to that, as though she had asked himself. He didn't take the time to clear his voice, but his voice was still deep and calm. A voice to calm the saddest of souls, and to send a happy feeling to the darkest of wolves. A voice that would probably startle Vuk. "I think that idea is grand, Serene. Vuk." He said, nodding to Vuk as he moved around to stand next to Serene. He couldn't imagine how Vuk was feeling, being in the presence of a God and a Goddess. He knew that Vuk knew who he was, no need to introduce himself. Even though he was just as light hearted as Serene, every male had a rather dominant side to him. It was just natural. His body relaxed somewhat as he waited for Vuk's reaction.
* = Subject change [/blockquote][/blockquote]
