01-31-2012, 02:18 AM
Character Name: Sarcophilous
Character Birthdate: November 21, 2004
Gender: Male
Species: Canis lupus ligoni x (Canis latrans x Canis lupus pambasileus)
Is your character a Luperci?: Yes
How you found 'Souls?: Through an old site I used to role play on about six years ago.
Are you joining a pack?: No, he will be a loner for now.
Writing examples: (Sorry for the mix-up, I'd also like to add on top of this that he has a crow NPC named Huginn)
Sarcophilous
Appearance
Sarc is formed from mixed ancestry; though predominantly showing through wolven traits. Charcoal hues are what primarily canvas his bodice, with hints of light earthen tones giving way only in the light of the sun. His locks are matted and dreaded, with random portions of his body lacking fur and instead holding scars of several varieties. The worst of his visible deformities seems to come from his mask, which is torn and tattered, easily differentiating himself from a younger self. The most common feature he still has from his youth, however, is his heterechromia. Vibrant, celeste and glaucous shades over take his left orb, giving forward a piercing glance of polemomania and general irrationality. On the opposing side of his features sit gently a titian, luteous hue that replay a wisdom recycled from his elders. He maintains a stocky build and often times has little grace to accompany his age, dawdling with a haggard and decrepit motion.
Behind velveteen lips rest canines of citron shades, broken and tainted from age and the lessons of life which can only be learned from experience. Resting above his everlasting grimace sits jewellery of bone, slid gently through his carved nostrils. Other bone decorations adorn themselves through his coyote like ears, with different widths for each. Three piercings lay upon his right side, while two upon his left. Modifications of other varieties mark his stomach, face and paws, though typically difficult to notice either due to immense amounts of scar tissue or fur. Of these ink enhancements are bind runes, predominantly across his stomach, as well as Ginfaxi across his foot, and Óttastafur across his face.
Personality
It is difficult to dictate exactly how Sarcophilous is. Like the wild contrast across his face, many times he is over come by conflicting pieces of himself, much alike that of Steppenwolf. For the most part, he only permits his apathy to shine through and very little takes liking to anger, depression, or joy. He is never to be found in futile rage, neither on his knees in the agonizing moments of life. Sarcophilous tells himself many a time that he has no desire to be interacted with, but as with most creatures of his species, cannot resist yearning for the social interaction that is built within his nature. This, often times, is where conflict arises. While he is persistent on pushing away others, he only further becomes detrimental to himself through his stubborn and bitter nature. His will is becoming weakened, and eventually, Sarcophilous will have to give in to the company of others, which he seems to fear more than he dislikes it. The only social encounter he could perhaps enjoy is spreading his false wisdom, formulated by years of loneliness and misanthropy. His knowledge and survival is all that he may pride himself in, acquired from a lifetime long gone.
Biography
His past is not one to be discussed so often, but when it comes about one can see the glint of contentment so rare upon Sarcophilous' face. Some time ago, his family had come from a northern land, bringing with them only their loved ones and their readings with them. In each piece of literature there seemed to be a variety of subjects, though most covered religions of the Nordic world, alongside a few Germanic and Slavic writings that Sarc seldom read. The brute was born in Canada, however, knowing both his guardians for only a short period of time. His father was of pure blood, with a coat as black as the coals of hell and eyes as shining as gold in the fire. He was a calming presence, preaching of gods with a belief as strong as his brute build. His mother, on the other hand, was a mutt of nature born also in the land that Sarc had awoken in. She was composed of survivalist coyotes and lonesome wolves. Her dictatorship over her offspring was both demanding and forceful, as she often scoffed at the literature her mate had praised while teaching her young only of the bitterness of the world. She often times tricked and tortured them as if to put forward a lesson of life they were said to have to experience at some point or another. This wild differentiation between his progenitors eventually lead to conflict of many violent sorts, until his father had been cast into oblivion and a world only composed of desolation, solitude and heartache. Sarc's siblings were all very much alike their mother, following suit her attempts of advancement, carelessness and rising social hierarchy. Sarcophilous, on the other hand, too much reminded the bitch of his father, and was cast out for that very reason. Other than taking obvious physical traits from his sire, he was desperately attached to the stories he had often times been presented by his one sane kin. Though he never took them so literally as his father, he faced a lifetime of belittlement and condescension from his mother's devilish offspring. After many a year of torture, both physical and mental, he had been cast away by the only family he had. Through his lifetime he attempted to re-attach himself to other beings, but it seemed there was one thing that his mother had taught him well; trust no one.
Character Birthdate: November 21, 2004
Gender: Male
Species: Canis lupus ligoni x (Canis latrans x Canis lupus pambasileus)
Is your character a Luperci?: Yes
How you found 'Souls?: Through an old site I used to role play on about six years ago.
Are you joining a pack?: No, he will be a loner for now.
Writing examples: (Sorry for the mix-up, I'd also like to add on top of this that he has a crow NPC named Huginn)
Sarcophilous
Appearance
Sarc is formed from mixed ancestry; though predominantly showing through wolven traits. Charcoal hues are what primarily canvas his bodice, with hints of light earthen tones giving way only in the light of the sun. His locks are matted and dreaded, with random portions of his body lacking fur and instead holding scars of several varieties. The worst of his visible deformities seems to come from his mask, which is torn and tattered, easily differentiating himself from a younger self. The most common feature he still has from his youth, however, is his heterechromia. Vibrant, celeste and glaucous shades over take his left orb, giving forward a piercing glance of polemomania and general irrationality. On the opposing side of his features sit gently a titian, luteous hue that replay a wisdom recycled from his elders. He maintains a stocky build and often times has little grace to accompany his age, dawdling with a haggard and decrepit motion.
Behind velveteen lips rest canines of citron shades, broken and tainted from age and the lessons of life which can only be learned from experience. Resting above his everlasting grimace sits jewellery of bone, slid gently through his carved nostrils. Other bone decorations adorn themselves through his coyote like ears, with different widths for each. Three piercings lay upon his right side, while two upon his left. Modifications of other varieties mark his stomach, face and paws, though typically difficult to notice either due to immense amounts of scar tissue or fur. Of these ink enhancements are bind runes, predominantly across his stomach, as well as Ginfaxi across his foot, and Óttastafur across his face.
Personality
It is difficult to dictate exactly how Sarcophilous is. Like the wild contrast across his face, many times he is over come by conflicting pieces of himself, much alike that of Steppenwolf. For the most part, he only permits his apathy to shine through and very little takes liking to anger, depression, or joy. He is never to be found in futile rage, neither on his knees in the agonizing moments of life. Sarcophilous tells himself many a time that he has no desire to be interacted with, but as with most creatures of his species, cannot resist yearning for the social interaction that is built within his nature. This, often times, is where conflict arises. While he is persistent on pushing away others, he only further becomes detrimental to himself through his stubborn and bitter nature. His will is becoming weakened, and eventually, Sarcophilous will have to give in to the company of others, which he seems to fear more than he dislikes it. The only social encounter he could perhaps enjoy is spreading his false wisdom, formulated by years of loneliness and misanthropy. His knowledge and survival is all that he may pride himself in, acquired from a lifetime long gone.
Biography
His past is not one to be discussed so often, but when it comes about one can see the glint of contentment so rare upon Sarcophilous' face. Some time ago, his family had come from a northern land, bringing with them only their loved ones and their readings with them. In each piece of literature there seemed to be a variety of subjects, though most covered religions of the Nordic world, alongside a few Germanic and Slavic writings that Sarc seldom read. The brute was born in Canada, however, knowing both his guardians for only a short period of time. His father was of pure blood, with a coat as black as the coals of hell and eyes as shining as gold in the fire. He was a calming presence, preaching of gods with a belief as strong as his brute build. His mother, on the other hand, was a mutt of nature born also in the land that Sarc had awoken in. She was composed of survivalist coyotes and lonesome wolves. Her dictatorship over her offspring was both demanding and forceful, as she often scoffed at the literature her mate had praised while teaching her young only of the bitterness of the world. She often times tricked and tortured them as if to put forward a lesson of life they were said to have to experience at some point or another. This wild differentiation between his progenitors eventually lead to conflict of many violent sorts, until his father had been cast into oblivion and a world only composed of desolation, solitude and heartache. Sarc's siblings were all very much alike their mother, following suit her attempts of advancement, carelessness and rising social hierarchy. Sarcophilous, on the other hand, too much reminded the bitch of his father, and was cast out for that very reason. Other than taking obvious physical traits from his sire, he was desperately attached to the stories he had often times been presented by his one sane kin. Though he never took them so literally as his father, he faced a lifetime of belittlement and condescension from his mother's devilish offspring. After many a year of torture, both physical and mental, he had been cast away by the only family he had. Through his lifetime he attempted to re-attach himself to other beings, but it seemed there was one thing that his mother had taught him well; trust no one.