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Post by demofea on Jul 12, 2009 13:15:18 GMT -5
NAME: Caelan
GENDER: Male
AGE: Three Years
BIRTH DATE: March 15
SPECIES: Delspurr
DESCRIPTION:
A rather effeminate brute, though not by his own choice. He is rather tall and long, comprised entirely of lean muscle that merely heightens the slimness of his body rather then giving it any sort of masculinity. Caelan is built for speed and agility, moving with a sleek power that is more feline then lupine. The motions of his body are low and slinking; power moving fluidly between muscle, tendon, and bone in seamless action. It's a deadly grace that more then one wolf has underestimated to their own chagrin. Overlying this deceptive frame is a thick pelt composed mainly of a deep golden-brown, a tawny hide that darkens gradually to a rich chocolate on the points of his body...paws, tail tip, ears, muzzle, etc. Bright ivory markings twine down the length of his front limbs in slow spirals. His cranium is cleanly made, the features smooth and without an coarseness to speak of. It is his eyes that grab and hold attention, the brightness that causes him to stand out. They are a deep, fathomless sea green in coloration; each orb contains flecks of brilliant shimmering gold that shifts and moves as though on ocean tides.
PERSONALITY:
A charmer, a rogue, a ladies man. There is nothing gruff or standoffish about Caelan. He simply loves to be loved. It's quite possible he's the most laid back wolf on the entire planet, which can sometimes make him look like a bumbling idiot, but most often finds him friends in all positions of life. It's easier to get along with others then to be constantly fighting, in his opinion anyway. There are certain personality types that push his buttons, but to actually see him get riled up and upset about it is a rare sight indeed. Usually he just turns around and leaves rather then stay in the presence of someone who darkens his cheery outlook on life. It may be somewhat naive but he prefers it that way. He can and has been known to get into disputes, but once again they are few and far between. Happy go lucky would be a good way to sum up his positive nature.
HISTORY:
Caelan's family situation was never ideal. He was born to a middle ranking pair of wolves who were given permission by the Alpha pair to mate because the season was lush and the pack could afford to support two litters. His mother was Liberty, a sweet submissive wolfess who wouldn't harm a fly. His father was called Jaxom and he was as ruthless a brute as could be. Liberty bore Caelan alongside a sister that they named Justice. When the two of them were still young and blind, sucking at their mother's teat, there was no outward sign of trouble. But when Caelan and Justice were older and began exploring the world surrounding them, the true nature of their father came to light. On more then one occasion the brother and sister pair had to hide, terrified, in some back corner of the cave while their father unleashed his wrath upon the hide of their mother. Liberty, born to need the leadership and crave the acceptance of a strong male, bore the abuse in silence. The rest of the pack turned a blind eye to it because Jaxom was respected as a warrior. And so Caelan and Justice grew up beneath his heavy hand, each learning a different way to cope with the injustices rained down upon them by a brute who was supposed to love and protect them.
Caelan learned to seek love and acceptance in other places. His sweet nature and positive outlook gained him many friends and he sought shelter in the warmth of their adoration. Justice, however, withdrew into herself. She grew unruly and touchy, snarling and snapping at the slightest insult. Caelan's sister drew away from the rest of the pack, and even from the brother who loved her without condition. It broke Caelan's heart as she continued to withdrawn from him. He was unable to reach out to her no matter what he tried. It was inevitable when it happened, but it crushed him none the less. He awoke one morning to find the imposing figure of his father standing over the slender, limp form of his beautiful sister. He was unable to move, every harsh word he'd ever wanted to say to his father stuck in his throat. There was nothing he could've done for his sister, and now she would never have the chance to live the life that would've been hers. He left the pack lands that night under the cover of darkness, knowing with a sick certainty in his heart that if he didn't it would be his life that his father ended next.
TAKEN? No
PACK DESIRED? Loner
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Post by ( labbie! ) on Jul 13, 2009 16:20:49 GMT -5
accepted! [/b][/i][/font] welcome to project sublime, we hope you have fun.
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