Post by Halfwit on Mar 29, 2010 0:30:09 GMT -6
Full Name;; Ivan Violeteyes
Preferred Name;; Ivan (EEH-vahn, not AYE-ven)
Title;; The Tawny Nocturne, Airhead
Age;; 5 summers
Gender;; Male
Pack;; Moon Pack
Rank;; Delta/Storyteller
Mate;; None
Offspring;; None
Breed;; Tundra Wolf
Appearance;; Being a rather large wolf, Ivan is certainly an imposing one despite being so friendly. His coat is mostly shades of white and a cream color that fades to a darker orange along his back and tail. Ivan's paws are characteristically large, being one of the water wolves, and are equipped with thick claws.
Ivan's eyes are a silvery lavender in color, despite the name Violeteyes. They grew lighter as he got older, nearly matching the pale fur around them.
Even though he's mostly white, Ivan does a good job of keeping his fur clean, making it soft and almost silky to the touch.
Picture;;
Personality;; True to his pack, Ivan is a playful wolf with a passion for telling stories and singing. He can be talkative to the point of annoyance and doesn't seem to notice when his waterfall mouth starts to grate nerves.
Ivan is very creative with his stories, though he can sometimes ramble on for quite a long time unless urged to bring his story to an end.
He also likes to think he's a real ladies man and has been known to flirt with she-wolves shamelessly, though most of the time he's turned down. Regardless, his affection for the finer species has yet to be extinguished.
Traits;; Capable leader, loyal, cheerful, creative; Aggressive, slightly melodramatic, unorganized, easily stressed.
Strengths;; Creativity in battle situations that allow him to come up with strategies, strong bite, bravery.
Weaknesses;; Stress often causing distracting headaches, low stamina, weak right foreleg.
Fears;; Crabs, storms, the possibility of being swept under the water.
History;; Ivan's had a fairly normal life for a coastal wolf. His puppyhood went smoothly with him being second-in-command to his older sister in their litter of three. The three never got along well, but they were indeed close.
He began coming up with stories when he was very young, often off in his fantasy land when he wasn't training to hunt or fight with the other pups. His sister often called him Airhead and the name stuck with him through to adulthood.
Ivan's first experience with water was what lead to his fear of it. Having been playing on the rocks, he hadn't noticed a small wave coming up, which swept him off the rocks' slippery surface and into the water. After a few seconds he was tossed back onto the beach, but in just that small time that he'd feared for his life, a bit of a phobia developed. As a result, he doesn't go into the water if he can't see his paws and will only go in if it doesn't touch his belly.
He became Delta by slowly, but steadily, rising through the warrior ranks. Officially, the reason for him joining the warriors was to prove to his sister that he could do it. After she passed away, an added reason was to make her proud of him.
The weakness in his foreleg was due to an injury he received in a scuffle with a young Steel wolf. It was a sprained wrist that didn't heal properly and wasn't allowed to rest, due of course to Ivan being a bit too stubborn to admit being hurt.
As a result, it isn't uncommon for him to wrench it and cause a bit of pain.
Even as Ivan grew older, his imagination stayed with him. Once his rank was secure, he went back to telling stories on the side, entertaining pups as well as older pack mates and trading stories with others that had similar creativity.
To this day, despite all the flirting he does, he has yet to settle down with a lady wolf. He often claims that this is because he's waiting for the right one, though he has no real way of knowing who she is or even when he'll meet her.
How did you find us?;; N/A
Roleplay Example;; (Er... Try not to fault me on my comedic perspective writing. It's a side-effect of reading so much Gaiman and Pratchett. :c)
So it was a casual day on the beach. Casual in the way of demon wind and shielding one's eyes from mists of salt water that blew in off the ocean.
Ivan did not approve of this wind and it showed in the pout that made his ears droop and his stinging eyes narrow. He'd be chewing salt from his fur for weeks! And he was expected to find fish in the shallows? By now he was beginning to wonder if he alphas just hated him. Ivan was absolutely sure he was the only wolf present for this gathering of non-existent fish.
What kind of fish swam in the shallows with wind like this? They'd be thrown onto the beach by the waves, not to mention they'd be made easier to catch by the coastal wolves that hunted them!
That was a good reason that Ivan disliked spring. The storms were like madness embodied and Ivan certainly did not enjoy storms. Other than that, he could see clouds on the horizon and the waves kept knocking him off balance.
Still, he had to do his part for the alphas and at least he'd caught one or two... crabs.
Ivan shuddered.
His tawny and cream fur was soaked and he raced out of the water as a large wave headed toward him. Ivan whined pitifully after being swept head over tail off his paws and thrown unceremoniously into the sand.
"Ugh... Weather, stop being mean," he grumbled, untangling himself and getting to his paws.
Then he noticed something was missing.
Something was horribly, irrevocably missing.
"Aw, really?!" He whipped around in time to see the triumphant crab duo being dragged back into the ocean and Ivan could have sworn that one waved at him.
That was it. That was it. He was going to march his unhappy self back to the alphas and alert them to just how bloody impossible this was. And ask them why it was just him! Ivan was positive he'd been good and followed all the rules, only pushing the envelope a few times. Only a few.
So it was with a roll of his lavender eyes that he turned-tail and trotted back toward the brush, stopping every few steps to shake water from his coat or paw it out of his eyes.
Trivia;;
Preferred Name;; Ivan (EEH-vahn, not AYE-ven)
Title;; The Tawny Nocturne, Airhead
Age;; 5 summers
Gender;; Male
Pack;; Moon Pack
Rank;; Delta/Storyteller
Mate;; None
Offspring;; None
Breed;; Tundra Wolf
Appearance;; Being a rather large wolf, Ivan is certainly an imposing one despite being so friendly. His coat is mostly shades of white and a cream color that fades to a darker orange along his back and tail. Ivan's paws are characteristically large, being one of the water wolves, and are equipped with thick claws.
Ivan's eyes are a silvery lavender in color, despite the name Violeteyes. They grew lighter as he got older, nearly matching the pale fur around them.
Even though he's mostly white, Ivan does a good job of keeping his fur clean, making it soft and almost silky to the touch.
Picture;;
Personality;; True to his pack, Ivan is a playful wolf with a passion for telling stories and singing. He can be talkative to the point of annoyance and doesn't seem to notice when his waterfall mouth starts to grate nerves.
Ivan is very creative with his stories, though he can sometimes ramble on for quite a long time unless urged to bring his story to an end.
He also likes to think he's a real ladies man and has been known to flirt with she-wolves shamelessly, though most of the time he's turned down. Regardless, his affection for the finer species has yet to be extinguished.
Traits;; Capable leader, loyal, cheerful, creative; Aggressive, slightly melodramatic, unorganized, easily stressed.
Strengths;; Creativity in battle situations that allow him to come up with strategies, strong bite, bravery.
Weaknesses;; Stress often causing distracting headaches, low stamina, weak right foreleg.
Fears;; Crabs, storms, the possibility of being swept under the water.
History;; Ivan's had a fairly normal life for a coastal wolf. His puppyhood went smoothly with him being second-in-command to his older sister in their litter of three. The three never got along well, but they were indeed close.
He began coming up with stories when he was very young, often off in his fantasy land when he wasn't training to hunt or fight with the other pups. His sister often called him Airhead and the name stuck with him through to adulthood.
Ivan's first experience with water was what lead to his fear of it. Having been playing on the rocks, he hadn't noticed a small wave coming up, which swept him off the rocks' slippery surface and into the water. After a few seconds he was tossed back onto the beach, but in just that small time that he'd feared for his life, a bit of a phobia developed. As a result, he doesn't go into the water if he can't see his paws and will only go in if it doesn't touch his belly.
He became Delta by slowly, but steadily, rising through the warrior ranks. Officially, the reason for him joining the warriors was to prove to his sister that he could do it. After she passed away, an added reason was to make her proud of him.
The weakness in his foreleg was due to an injury he received in a scuffle with a young Steel wolf. It was a sprained wrist that didn't heal properly and wasn't allowed to rest, due of course to Ivan being a bit too stubborn to admit being hurt.
As a result, it isn't uncommon for him to wrench it and cause a bit of pain.
Even as Ivan grew older, his imagination stayed with him. Once his rank was secure, he went back to telling stories on the side, entertaining pups as well as older pack mates and trading stories with others that had similar creativity.
To this day, despite all the flirting he does, he has yet to settle down with a lady wolf. He often claims that this is because he's waiting for the right one, though he has no real way of knowing who she is or even when he'll meet her.
How did you find us?;; N/A
Roleplay Example;; (Er... Try not to fault me on my comedic perspective writing. It's a side-effect of reading so much Gaiman and Pratchett. :c)
So it was a casual day on the beach. Casual in the way of demon wind and shielding one's eyes from mists of salt water that blew in off the ocean.
Ivan did not approve of this wind and it showed in the pout that made his ears droop and his stinging eyes narrow. He'd be chewing salt from his fur for weeks! And he was expected to find fish in the shallows? By now he was beginning to wonder if he alphas just hated him. Ivan was absolutely sure he was the only wolf present for this gathering of non-existent fish.
What kind of fish swam in the shallows with wind like this? They'd be thrown onto the beach by the waves, not to mention they'd be made easier to catch by the coastal wolves that hunted them!
That was a good reason that Ivan disliked spring. The storms were like madness embodied and Ivan certainly did not enjoy storms. Other than that, he could see clouds on the horizon and the waves kept knocking him off balance.
Still, he had to do his part for the alphas and at least he'd caught one or two... crabs.
Ivan shuddered.
His tawny and cream fur was soaked and he raced out of the water as a large wave headed toward him. Ivan whined pitifully after being swept head over tail off his paws and thrown unceremoniously into the sand.
"Ugh... Weather, stop being mean," he grumbled, untangling himself and getting to his paws.
Then he noticed something was missing.
Something was horribly, irrevocably missing.
"Aw, really?!" He whipped around in time to see the triumphant crab duo being dragged back into the ocean and Ivan could have sworn that one waved at him.
That was it. That was it. He was going to march his unhappy self back to the alphas and alert them to just how bloody impossible this was. And ask them why it was just him! Ivan was positive he'd been good and followed all the rules, only pushing the envelope a few times. Only a few.
So it was with a roll of his lavender eyes that he turned-tail and trotted back toward the brush, stopping every few steps to shake water from his coat or paw it out of his eyes.
Trivia;;