08-12-2012, 12:42 PM
Character Name: Roland Collins
Age: 16 Months
Birthdate: April 2nd, 2011
Gender: Male
Species: Canis Lupus
Luperci: Ortys
Other characters: None
How I found 'Souls: A friend recommended it to me
Are You Joining a pack?: Currently no
Profile:
Apperene: Roland is lithe and a bit below average height, standing at only five foot four and tipping the scales at a mere one hundred and twenty five pounds, he might not be the most physically fit, but he isn't frail by any stretch of the word. The fur on his arms, legs, inner ears, muzzle and stomach is a pale cream, while the fur on his forehead, outer thighs and the rest of his torso is a mottled with shades of dark grey, darkening the further from the pale parts of his coat. His eyes are a pale grey-blue, and he has a small scar above his right eye from a fall as a child, after a fishing trip that ended with a fish-hook cutting his forehead. Roland prefers to stay in Optime form, having grown accustomed to walking on two legs for most of his life. On his left hand, he is missing part of his pinky “finger”, after an incident when he was first learning how to use and maintain his spear. While sharpening the blade, his hand slipped and he accidentally removed the tip of his finger down to the first knuckle. Like his mother, due to a slight mutation his hind paws are slightly webbed. The webbing doesn't give him anything other than slightly odd looking feet.
Personality: Roland is a bit introverted, preferring to listen, rather than speak when in large groups, but he tends to be straight-forward and honest in his dealings with folks. He is kind to people, until given reason not to, and amongst friends is fun-loving and a bit of a joker.
Roland picked up an odd sense of honor from his father and other members of the militia, as a pup. They frowned upon shifting into lupus or secui forms, and willingly chose not fight with teeth or claws, choosing to martial prowess with hand-to-hand combat and weaponry. Because of this, he almost never shifts to another form beside his optime form, and will never use his teeth or claws in combat, even if his life depended upon their use.
Despite being happy-go-lucky with his friends, he has a deep-seeded internal conflict, constantly trying to remain “civilized”, and has a bit of a tendency to suppress his more “savage” or “base” urges. Although off-put of shifting himself, he has no issue with other luperci who choose to take Lupus or Secui forms on a regular basis.
Deep down, the reason Roland doesn't like to shift is because it makes him feel uncivilized. In his Optime form, he can use tools, write and he feels that he can think more objectively in his bipedal form. His greatest fear is that after shifting he wouldn't want to return to his Optime form, or not want to read or write, or most disturbing to him, use his claws or teeth to fight.
Bio: Roland was born to Stephen and Rea Collins in a small fishing community by the bay of Fundy. The foreboding ruins of Saint John were visible from almost any spot in the hamlet of around forty other Luperci. His father was a member of the local militia and his mother was a semi-accomplished metal-smith, being one of the only luperci who had the skill to locate and work with iron.
As a child, Roland had a good life, frolicking around the country-side with his friends, camping, fishing, and exploring the woods hills and fields that surrounded his home-village.
At around ten months, Roland expressed interest in becoming a member of the militia alongside his father. Soon, his father began to train him in combat drills, and he quickly learned how to efficiently wield a spear. By one year, Roland was doing regular “shifts” at the palisades surrounding the village.
As the months past, he grew a tad restless. He wanted to get “out there” and see other places, meet new people, and try new things, not sure if he wanted to spend the rest of his days in the same sleepy little fishing village, so the young luperci hit the open road to travel from place to place.
RP Sample: Roland looked up at the long-abandoned husks of the office towers and shopping complexes in bewilderment, as he trudged through the ruins of a human city.
“What were these places like when humans thrived?” He half thought and half muttered to himself as the sun beat down upon him. The summer air was dry and had a slight musty whiff to them. As Roland walked, he inadvertently crushed a sun-bleached human skull under his paw, gasping a bit, as the breeze caused the buildings to “moan” and “groan”.
He looked down at the skull which was now just fragments of bone and shuddered. He had heard tales of the skeletons of humans coming to life in the ruins of Saint John, but kept mentally reminding himself that those stories were just that; stories, made to keep pups out of the dangerous ruins of the city. Rubbing the foot that crushed the skull against his hempen fibre pant-leg brushing off the bone fragments that clung to his foot-pads
The hot, cracked, asphalt beneath his feet was rough upon his pads. The pavement was in dire straits, nature trying to reclaim it with grass growing between the cracks in its structure and moss clinging to the sections in perpetual shade.
He just barely sidestepped the rusted, charred remains of a car split in two, half dumbfounded by the ominous surroundings. How many people had lived here before, what were the circumstances of the folk whom had created this places' deaths been, and how long would it be before the wilderness completely invaded this odd monument to the inadvertent creators of the Luperci were just some of the thoughts racing through his relatively young mind.
He shook his head a little; then paused, adjusting the leather back-pack on his shoulders. He took a moment to collect himself, and with that, the wolf walked onward, as he had a task at hand, that was far too important for him to be stopping to admire the skeleton of a derelict, uninhabited city.
Age: 16 Months
Birthdate: April 2nd, 2011
Gender: Male
Species: Canis Lupus
Luperci: Ortys
Other characters: None
How I found 'Souls: A friend recommended it to me
Are You Joining a pack?: Currently no
Profile:
Apperene: Roland is lithe and a bit below average height, standing at only five foot four and tipping the scales at a mere one hundred and twenty five pounds, he might not be the most physically fit, but he isn't frail by any stretch of the word. The fur on his arms, legs, inner ears, muzzle and stomach is a pale cream, while the fur on his forehead, outer thighs and the rest of his torso is a mottled with shades of dark grey, darkening the further from the pale parts of his coat. His eyes are a pale grey-blue, and he has a small scar above his right eye from a fall as a child, after a fishing trip that ended with a fish-hook cutting his forehead. Roland prefers to stay in Optime form, having grown accustomed to walking on two legs for most of his life. On his left hand, he is missing part of his pinky “finger”, after an incident when he was first learning how to use and maintain his spear. While sharpening the blade, his hand slipped and he accidentally removed the tip of his finger down to the first knuckle. Like his mother, due to a slight mutation his hind paws are slightly webbed. The webbing doesn't give him anything other than slightly odd looking feet.
Personality: Roland is a bit introverted, preferring to listen, rather than speak when in large groups, but he tends to be straight-forward and honest in his dealings with folks. He is kind to people, until given reason not to, and amongst friends is fun-loving and a bit of a joker.
Roland picked up an odd sense of honor from his father and other members of the militia, as a pup. They frowned upon shifting into lupus or secui forms, and willingly chose not fight with teeth or claws, choosing to martial prowess with hand-to-hand combat and weaponry. Because of this, he almost never shifts to another form beside his optime form, and will never use his teeth or claws in combat, even if his life depended upon their use.
Despite being happy-go-lucky with his friends, he has a deep-seeded internal conflict, constantly trying to remain “civilized”, and has a bit of a tendency to suppress his more “savage” or “base” urges. Although off-put of shifting himself, he has no issue with other luperci who choose to take Lupus or Secui forms on a regular basis.
Deep down, the reason Roland doesn't like to shift is because it makes him feel uncivilized. In his Optime form, he can use tools, write and he feels that he can think more objectively in his bipedal form. His greatest fear is that after shifting he wouldn't want to return to his Optime form, or not want to read or write, or most disturbing to him, use his claws or teeth to fight.
Bio: Roland was born to Stephen and Rea Collins in a small fishing community by the bay of Fundy. The foreboding ruins of Saint John were visible from almost any spot in the hamlet of around forty other Luperci. His father was a member of the local militia and his mother was a semi-accomplished metal-smith, being one of the only luperci who had the skill to locate and work with iron.
As a child, Roland had a good life, frolicking around the country-side with his friends, camping, fishing, and exploring the woods hills and fields that surrounded his home-village.
At around ten months, Roland expressed interest in becoming a member of the militia alongside his father. Soon, his father began to train him in combat drills, and he quickly learned how to efficiently wield a spear. By one year, Roland was doing regular “shifts” at the palisades surrounding the village.
As the months past, he grew a tad restless. He wanted to get “out there” and see other places, meet new people, and try new things, not sure if he wanted to spend the rest of his days in the same sleepy little fishing village, so the young luperci hit the open road to travel from place to place.
RP Sample: Roland looked up at the long-abandoned husks of the office towers and shopping complexes in bewilderment, as he trudged through the ruins of a human city.
“What were these places like when humans thrived?” He half thought and half muttered to himself as the sun beat down upon him. The summer air was dry and had a slight musty whiff to them. As Roland walked, he inadvertently crushed a sun-bleached human skull under his paw, gasping a bit, as the breeze caused the buildings to “moan” and “groan”.
He looked down at the skull which was now just fragments of bone and shuddered. He had heard tales of the skeletons of humans coming to life in the ruins of Saint John, but kept mentally reminding himself that those stories were just that; stories, made to keep pups out of the dangerous ruins of the city. Rubbing the foot that crushed the skull against his hempen fibre pant-leg brushing off the bone fragments that clung to his foot-pads
The hot, cracked, asphalt beneath his feet was rough upon his pads. The pavement was in dire straits, nature trying to reclaim it with grass growing between the cracks in its structure and moss clinging to the sections in perpetual shade.
He just barely sidestepped the rusted, charred remains of a car split in two, half dumbfounded by the ominous surroundings. How many people had lived here before, what were the circumstances of the folk whom had created this places' deaths been, and how long would it be before the wilderness completely invaded this odd monument to the inadvertent creators of the Luperci were just some of the thoughts racing through his relatively young mind.
He shook his head a little; then paused, adjusting the leather back-pack on his shoulders. He took a moment to collect himself, and with that, the wolf walked onward, as he had a task at hand, that was far too important for him to be stopping to admire the skeleton of a derelict, uninhabited city.