Post by Thorn on May 27, 2006 6:08:02 GMT -5
Full Name: Thorn Ricotta 'Rah
Pronunciation: Th-or-n
Gender: Male
Age: Forty seven moons (Around four years)
Main Family: His father and mother perished in a grand battle but his sister Firn is still out there some where. He does not know if she is dead or alive.
Appearance: His fur is herald in soft blacks and greys. His back hind paw is dipped in a creamy white. Well. Basically he is blessed with the winter hue. Though he has more ashen blacks than whites on him. It is more on the longer side than anything else, normally quite wholly and well kept. He certainly does keep himself with a bit of pride. His eyes are a mild amber, a touch of golden splits his gaze making his eyes look rather more pale yellow.
Personality: Well one would not call him the more merry of wolves, with him being a loner he toughened over the years. He grey rather cautious and more dignified. He knew he was strong and that he could kill a bear if he put himself to it. Though it did take him a while to realise what he could do. He had always put himself down, never having confidence. Yet now he is different. Yet he is not the warmest of wolves to cross, he has very mixed up emotions. One moment he might be growling and snarling at you the next he would be smile and praising you.
History: Indeed his family was mostly slaughtered in a horrible war between wolf and human. He had seen many battles before but none as bad as this. He stood and watched at a man shot his father in the chest and beat him with the end of his gun. It was then that he ran away with his sister, the two lost each other some months later and never met again. He has always said she is still alive and she will come one day
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Pronunciation: Th-or-n
Gender: Male
Age: Forty seven moons (Around four years)
Main Family: His father and mother perished in a grand battle but his sister Firn is still out there some where. He does not know if she is dead or alive.
Appearance: His fur is herald in soft blacks and greys. His back hind paw is dipped in a creamy white. Well. Basically he is blessed with the winter hue. Though he has more ashen blacks than whites on him. It is more on the longer side than anything else, normally quite wholly and well kept. He certainly does keep himself with a bit of pride. His eyes are a mild amber, a touch of golden splits his gaze making his eyes look rather more pale yellow.
Personality: Well one would not call him the more merry of wolves, with him being a loner he toughened over the years. He grey rather cautious and more dignified. He knew he was strong and that he could kill a bear if he put himself to it. Though it did take him a while to realise what he could do. He had always put himself down, never having confidence. Yet now he is different. Yet he is not the warmest of wolves to cross, he has very mixed up emotions. One moment he might be growling and snarling at you the next he would be smile and praising you.
History: Indeed his family was mostly slaughtered in a horrible war between wolf and human. He had seen many battles before but none as bad as this. He stood and watched at a man shot his father in the chest and beat him with the end of his gun. It was then that he ran away with his sister, the two lost each other some months later and never met again. He has always said she is still alive and she will come one day
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