Post by acumen on Jul 17, 2009 15:42:49 GMT -6
{In Character;;}
Name;; Amaraque. Pronounced 'am-ar-ock.'
Gender;; Male.
Age;; 4 years.
Species;; Mackenzie Valley wolf.
Personality;; Amaraque is a charismatic leader. He oozes confidence and optimism and thrives on competition. He is progressive and expansive, socially oriented, and eager to achieve something for the greater good. Amaraque is informed by his love of ideas and exciting possibilities, and is often guided by strong moral feelings. He can usually back up his plans with faultless logic. He is constantly active, moving restlessly from project to project, often having several going at once, though he does have a quiet side. Amaraque has a need to have control and will delegate tasks to wolves he can trust to perform well. He works hard and plays hard. He has flair for the dramatic and for display, but nevertheless he is very difficult to get to know well. He is extremely protective of the ones he loves. Amaraque craves stimulation, is unconventional, and hates suck-ups and cowards.
Appearance;; Amaraque is a combination of earthy tones, including green and brown, but he also has a few vivid orange markings. Mainly a reddish brown, he has a green and orange face marking, and green toes with orange claws on his hind legs. He has an orange sliver down his back, with three green stripes of different sizes branching off of it. His tail and the insides of his ears are black. He has a green leaf outlined in orange on his right shoulder, and the Canguran rune for Power in orange on his left hindquarter. He has a very fluffy neck, and his fore-legs are fluffier that his hind-legs. A picture that I drew of him:
Abilities?;; Amaraque has the ability to manipulate and control the ground/earth.
History;; Amaraque, when born, immediately assumed a dominant position over his littermates. He grew the fastest, and to be the largest of them all. In his first year he developed his leadership skills, directing the other wolves his age in various adventures and activities. As he hit four years of age, he desired to start a pack of his own. He left his pack, followed his instincts, and ended up on the border lands of the K'Dunvar, eager to join.
Desired Pack;; I wish for him to be the Alpha of the K'Dunvar, but I have to Role-play it out first. Is that okay?
{Codeword?;;} Accepted
{Roleplay Example;;} The morning came, pale and silent. Eastward, the sun was rising out of the mists that lay thick over the land. The kiss of a gentle breeze brushed against the autumn trees, rustling their slender golden branches. Admiring the sun, Acumen sat atop a slope sprinkled with burgundy leaves. Though everything in the world seemed peaceful and just, she could not help but feel uneasy. Something about the morning disturbed her, but she did not yet know what.
Leaping gracefully off the slope, she trotted back to her siblings. The Twins were curled around each other, warding off the wind’s chilly bite. Amaraque was not present. Xazin was still, gazing solemnly at the sunrise. Acumen narrowed her eyes suspiciously, and walked faster.
Xazin was hardly ever still or quiet; never both.
As Acumen approached, her younger sister glanced at her only briefly, then turned back to the golden sun. Sitting next to her, Acumen said, “What is it? Are you ill? Is something bothering you?” Xazin did not take her wide eyes off the sunrise, which now broke brilliantly above the treetops, bathing them in its golden rays. “Xazin?” Acumen looked to the sun. Her heart sank, and her eyes widened. “This is not good. Come, now.” Turning to her younger brothers, Acumen barked sharply, “Kape! Kalc! Quickly, rouse, we must leave immediately.” Sleepily, the two brothers rose, shaking the leaves from their coats. “It’s cold. And we-” Kape started, and Kalc continued, “Just fell asleep again. Why did-” “You wake us up?” Acumen was already howling to Amaraque, urging his prompt return. “Look.” She said simply, nodding to the horizon as she nervously pranced about.
A group of thirteen wolves were at the foot of the forest, rapidly approaching. Acumen could plainly see Xannov and Uxxin at the head, as well as smell their coats. Amaraque burst from the tall grasses, startling everyone. “Sorry. What is it Acu?” Acumen, starting to trot too the west, said, “It’s them. We need to try and cross to Shiko island before the tide rises. If we can make it, we should have enough time to warn the others, and prepare.” “And if we don’t?” Amaraque questioned. “Let’s not think about that...” Leading her four siblings, Acumen broke out into a run toward the rapidly closing land bridge that connected Shiko island to the Mainland, howling an alarm to the rest of her pack.
Their enemies, the Forsaken, were attacking.
How did you find this site?;; My cousin, Capricious, dragged me by my tail to this site.
Name;; Amaraque. Pronounced 'am-ar-ock.'
Gender;; Male.
Age;; 4 years.
Species;; Mackenzie Valley wolf.
Personality;; Amaraque is a charismatic leader. He oozes confidence and optimism and thrives on competition. He is progressive and expansive, socially oriented, and eager to achieve something for the greater good. Amaraque is informed by his love of ideas and exciting possibilities, and is often guided by strong moral feelings. He can usually back up his plans with faultless logic. He is constantly active, moving restlessly from project to project, often having several going at once, though he does have a quiet side. Amaraque has a need to have control and will delegate tasks to wolves he can trust to perform well. He works hard and plays hard. He has flair for the dramatic and for display, but nevertheless he is very difficult to get to know well. He is extremely protective of the ones he loves. Amaraque craves stimulation, is unconventional, and hates suck-ups and cowards.
Appearance;; Amaraque is a combination of earthy tones, including green and brown, but he also has a few vivid orange markings. Mainly a reddish brown, he has a green and orange face marking, and green toes with orange claws on his hind legs. He has an orange sliver down his back, with three green stripes of different sizes branching off of it. His tail and the insides of his ears are black. He has a green leaf outlined in orange on his right shoulder, and the Canguran rune for Power in orange on his left hindquarter. He has a very fluffy neck, and his fore-legs are fluffier that his hind-legs. A picture that I drew of him:
Abilities?;; Amaraque has the ability to manipulate and control the ground/earth.
History;; Amaraque, when born, immediately assumed a dominant position over his littermates. He grew the fastest, and to be the largest of them all. In his first year he developed his leadership skills, directing the other wolves his age in various adventures and activities. As he hit four years of age, he desired to start a pack of his own. He left his pack, followed his instincts, and ended up on the border lands of the K'Dunvar, eager to join.
Desired Pack;; I wish for him to be the Alpha of the K'Dunvar, but I have to Role-play it out first. Is that okay?
{Codeword?;;} Accepted
{Roleplay Example;;} The morning came, pale and silent. Eastward, the sun was rising out of the mists that lay thick over the land. The kiss of a gentle breeze brushed against the autumn trees, rustling their slender golden branches. Admiring the sun, Acumen sat atop a slope sprinkled with burgundy leaves. Though everything in the world seemed peaceful and just, she could not help but feel uneasy. Something about the morning disturbed her, but she did not yet know what.
Leaping gracefully off the slope, she trotted back to her siblings. The Twins were curled around each other, warding off the wind’s chilly bite. Amaraque was not present. Xazin was still, gazing solemnly at the sunrise. Acumen narrowed her eyes suspiciously, and walked faster.
Xazin was hardly ever still or quiet; never both.
As Acumen approached, her younger sister glanced at her only briefly, then turned back to the golden sun. Sitting next to her, Acumen said, “What is it? Are you ill? Is something bothering you?” Xazin did not take her wide eyes off the sunrise, which now broke brilliantly above the treetops, bathing them in its golden rays. “Xazin?” Acumen looked to the sun. Her heart sank, and her eyes widened. “This is not good. Come, now.” Turning to her younger brothers, Acumen barked sharply, “Kape! Kalc! Quickly, rouse, we must leave immediately.” Sleepily, the two brothers rose, shaking the leaves from their coats. “It’s cold. And we-” Kape started, and Kalc continued, “Just fell asleep again. Why did-” “You wake us up?” Acumen was already howling to Amaraque, urging his prompt return. “Look.” She said simply, nodding to the horizon as she nervously pranced about.
A group of thirteen wolves were at the foot of the forest, rapidly approaching. Acumen could plainly see Xannov and Uxxin at the head, as well as smell their coats. Amaraque burst from the tall grasses, startling everyone. “Sorry. What is it Acu?” Acumen, starting to trot too the west, said, “It’s them. We need to try and cross to Shiko island before the tide rises. If we can make it, we should have enough time to warn the others, and prepare.” “And if we don’t?” Amaraque questioned. “Let’s not think about that...” Leading her four siblings, Acumen broke out into a run toward the rapidly closing land bridge that connected Shiko island to the Mainland, howling an alarm to the rest of her pack.
Their enemies, the Forsaken, were attacking.
How did you find this site?;; My cousin, Capricious, dragged me by my tail to this site.
