Post by alkadorio on Nov 26, 2011 21:02:44 GMT -5
Headshot.
name - Alkadorio
age - Three years young.
gender - Male.
species - Timber wolf.
description - The brute has the coat color of midnight; sleek, and can slip through the shadows with ease. Dark hues of yellow streak his eyes, making them look like the sun above all the living things. The thing that sets this wolf aside, far from the others, are the specific markings he inherited from his deceased father. Light blue markings dash underneath his eyes, three times each, and only three along his muzzle. He has zig-zag blue markings dashing themselves on the top of his ears, and along his front legs only. He has tuffs of blue on each ear, seeming to extend them and make them look longer than they actually are; an illusion to the naked eye. A dash of blue goes vertically from his bottom lip to the tip of his chin. The inside fur of his ears and paws on his hind legs are darker than the rest of his body, which seems quite impossible, but in reality, it is not.
There is a line of blue going around the paw area of both his hind leg paws, and also a line of blue dashing above the only white tip on his tail. The male also has a blue spot on his underbelly, where it is rather large. White claws always stick out, and hardly ever deposit into their rightful place inside the paws.
There is a thick blue mane on his head and chest, ruffling outside of his midnight fur.
He is muscle toned; his fur ripples as his muscles move along with his speed. However, his lean legs propel him to move swiftly, and with accuracy.
Full body picture. My girlfriend colored it in PhotoShop since I suck at doing so, but design copyrighted by me.
personality - Ah, quite the cocky bastard he is. He views himself as a monster; dark heart, shadows surrounding his heart, compelling others to draw near so they can devour the brave. The brute takes the love of young females and manipulates it to do his bidding. The conscience of him seems to not exist, as he fights his way through any obstacle before him. Love, in his eye, seems far away, as his luck with love was slim. Finding a mate for him to change, well, that was a journey all on its own. The inside of him, however, was as soft as a teddy bear. He feels remorse for hurting others, but the coldness that spreads within him repels him for repenting for what he has done. The life he lives is such... a unique one. Trying hard not to care, he rebels from others and demands respect from those below him, and above. Intimidation is the usual reaction from others when they are in his presence; fear radiates off of their skin as he speaks, his words crawling through the minds of others and latching onto it. His way with words, his persuading eyes... He captures others past their strong resistance. Others are like books to him. The brute can snicker his way past anybody, reading their body language, their heart, figuring out exactly who they are by the clicks that go off in his head. Being as stubborn as he is, he will crack down on whatever mission is at hand and not give up, whatever the cost. Whatever he needs to sacrifice, he can do, for he will bare teeth and claws before he goes down without a fight.
However, the those few that enter his heart, he trusts them, and would practically die for them. It has been a long while since one has sought through the shadows, and he has forgotten the way of such. Once inside, they can never get out. The shadows clutch them inside of its hands, holding them in place in the ice cold.
His weakness? Love. The true, deep emotion of love that he cannot seem to grasp. Yes, females have thrown themselves at him, but he doesn't want that. Easy is not in his goal; he wants a female that he can be worthy to, a female of high class. However, the brute... does not know love. Does not know the feeling, the emotion, the power it has to take over somebody. He does not know how to love, and he wishes for that one female to teach him how to.
Another weakness? The ones who say things, and truly mean what they say. The ones who devote themselves to the ones they love, doing whatever they can for them. It has some control over him, as if he is in true awe of it.
history - Alone. That's how it started off as, cold, dark, and alone. The parents, the mother and father, were very ice-like themselves. They showed tough love, and he ached for their praise and affection whilst they did not give it. He learned to push others away from him, and his father, his idol, taught him to how to hold his own. Fighting, his true nature, devoured him and consumed himself into a swift darkness. His mother did, however, show a bit of affection every once and a while. A lick here, and nudge there, whenever his father praised him for doing a job well done at hunting.
The brute soon left his parents, not wanting to be around the negativity anymore, and searches for a pack he can call home. Somewhere he can fit in, where others will view him with respect, whereas he deserves it.
likes -
dislikes -
name - Alkadorio
age - Three years young.
gender - Male.
species - Timber wolf.
description - The brute has the coat color of midnight; sleek, and can slip through the shadows with ease. Dark hues of yellow streak his eyes, making them look like the sun above all the living things. The thing that sets this wolf aside, far from the others, are the specific markings he inherited from his deceased father. Light blue markings dash underneath his eyes, three times each, and only three along his muzzle. He has zig-zag blue markings dashing themselves on the top of his ears, and along his front legs only. He has tuffs of blue on each ear, seeming to extend them and make them look longer than they actually are; an illusion to the naked eye. A dash of blue goes vertically from his bottom lip to the tip of his chin. The inside fur of his ears and paws on his hind legs are darker than the rest of his body, which seems quite impossible, but in reality, it is not.
There is a line of blue going around the paw area of both his hind leg paws, and also a line of blue dashing above the only white tip on his tail. The male also has a blue spot on his underbelly, where it is rather large. White claws always stick out, and hardly ever deposit into their rightful place inside the paws.
There is a thick blue mane on his head and chest, ruffling outside of his midnight fur.
He is muscle toned; his fur ripples as his muscles move along with his speed. However, his lean legs propel him to move swiftly, and with accuracy.
Full body picture. My girlfriend colored it in PhotoShop since I suck at doing so, but design copyrighted by me.
personality - Ah, quite the cocky bastard he is. He views himself as a monster; dark heart, shadows surrounding his heart, compelling others to draw near so they can devour the brave. The brute takes the love of young females and manipulates it to do his bidding. The conscience of him seems to not exist, as he fights his way through any obstacle before him. Love, in his eye, seems far away, as his luck with love was slim. Finding a mate for him to change, well, that was a journey all on its own. The inside of him, however, was as soft as a teddy bear. He feels remorse for hurting others, but the coldness that spreads within him repels him for repenting for what he has done. The life he lives is such... a unique one. Trying hard not to care, he rebels from others and demands respect from those below him, and above. Intimidation is the usual reaction from others when they are in his presence; fear radiates off of their skin as he speaks, his words crawling through the minds of others and latching onto it. His way with words, his persuading eyes... He captures others past their strong resistance. Others are like books to him. The brute can snicker his way past anybody, reading their body language, their heart, figuring out exactly who they are by the clicks that go off in his head. Being as stubborn as he is, he will crack down on whatever mission is at hand and not give up, whatever the cost. Whatever he needs to sacrifice, he can do, for he will bare teeth and claws before he goes down without a fight.
However, the those few that enter his heart, he trusts them, and would practically die for them. It has been a long while since one has sought through the shadows, and he has forgotten the way of such. Once inside, they can never get out. The shadows clutch them inside of its hands, holding them in place in the ice cold.
His weakness? Love. The true, deep emotion of love that he cannot seem to grasp. Yes, females have thrown themselves at him, but he doesn't want that. Easy is not in his goal; he wants a female that he can be worthy to, a female of high class. However, the brute... does not know love. Does not know the feeling, the emotion, the power it has to take over somebody. He does not know how to love, and he wishes for that one female to teach him how to.
Another weakness? The ones who say things, and truly mean what they say. The ones who devote themselves to the ones they love, doing whatever they can for them. It has some control over him, as if he is in true awe of it.
history - Alone. That's how it started off as, cold, dark, and alone. The parents, the mother and father, were very ice-like themselves. They showed tough love, and he ached for their praise and affection whilst they did not give it. He learned to push others away from him, and his father, his idol, taught him to how to hold his own. Fighting, his true nature, devoured him and consumed himself into a swift darkness. His mother did, however, show a bit of affection every once and a while. A lick here, and nudge there, whenever his father praised him for doing a job well done at hunting.
The brute soon left his parents, not wanting to be around the negativity anymore, and searches for a pack he can call home. Somewhere he can fit in, where others will view him with respect, whereas he deserves it.
likes -
- Females.
- Being sarcastic.
- Sparring with others.
dislikes -
- Disrespect.
- Cowards.
- Lightning.
- Those who do not know their place.