Post by amaroq on May 6, 2006 14:01:23 GMT -5
About your Character-
Name: Amaroq
Gender: Male
Age: 4 years
Blood: Dog x wolf (I am unsure about this)
Breed: 25% wolf, 25% german shepherd, 50% husky
Fur color: Pure Jet Black
Eye color: Green
Markings: None
Detailed description. Overall, Amaroq is quite a good-looking canine. He looks incredibly wolf like. His coat is black as coal and it has no hints of any others shades in it. It is soft and shiny, full of good health. Amaroq is built lightly. His maw is long and elegant for a male. He is slim, some would call it thin but every ounce of weight that he does have is muscle. He has been used to hunting alone so he has therefore found the balance between being fast, agile and strong. He is speedy and agility does favour him. He can pull incredible strength if needed but he prefers his speed and will pull with vigour.
His eyes are an emerald green colour. They are very mysterious and show of his troubled past. They do not convey his emotions to others as his emotions are complex. His legs are long and although skinny they can run for days. His maw has a few scars mostly from puppy hood. Although some of these scars are from scraps with his older brother. He stands tall at the shoulder and he is a graceful dog when he moves. His mysterious past has shaped him for endurance and he is living up to it. A handsome brute of ebony coat...Amaroq
Personality: Amaroq has been used to being protected be his brother. He is becoming more indepent as he matures. He sometimes still acts like a puppy but not that often anymore. Amaroq has become protective of those he loves, which is not many. He finds it hard to make friends as he is reserved and quiet. Amaroq does come out of his shell once he knows you well enough. Although he is not talkative, he still demands trust and respect. He will not be treated badly just because he is slightly different.
Amaroq also gives the trust he demands. He is a trustworthy and honourable caninef. He will never give in and always stays loyal to those he knows are right. He is one of the best hunters and he is used to living on the streets. That is what isolation has done to him. He would love to be in a small team and that would possibly make him better. To be loved by a fae would make him more of a normal dog but he doubt that will ever happen even though he is very handsome.
History: Amaroq was born to a husky mother. She had once raced so in his blood ran the will. She had become wild and joined a wolf pack with her pure-husky son. She fell deeply in love with a half husky, half German shepherd. He too loved her and in spring one year, a litter of cubs was born. Amaroq was the only one who survived and then the older half-brother befriended him. The two became firm friends who were never apart. He grew quickly and became a tall wolf. His slender legs carried him with speed so fast that no wolf could catch him.
When he became older, Amaroq wanted to leave the pack. He felt that it was not where he belonged but he did not know why. His brother came too and they journeyed far. Together they adapted well. They hunted as a team and lived together. They became even more inseparable than before. One day a cougar killed Amaroq’s companion. They had fought it together but when the older wolf had fallen, he never rose again. He was distraught and felt at the bottom of the world. He headed to a town that he associated with food, as they had once been there before. Amaroq had never enjoyed the company of humans. He only went to the town because of is hunger.
Amaroq lived in the town for almost a year, when humans captured him. They beat him until he learned to pull the cart. He was reluctant to do so at first. Amaroq soon learnt the law of club and fang. He was a good sled dog and never stepped out of line. He fought his way to the top of the chain before a freak accident. The sled fell off a cliff and Amaroq was saved when his traces caught upon a snag in the rock. A few metres below was a ledge where the sled was. The musher had survived and cut him free but the man could not move as he had broken his leg.
He learned to fight the others dogs and became feared amongst them. They strayed to the other side of the side of the road when he passed, as he had adapted well. He was a runner and heart but he had learned to pull. He lived every day to fight and he did that well. Now he comes here…
Roleplaying Sample: (These are from another site. I sometimes post less but I can do like this.)
1. The light of the spring moon illuminated a glade. The meeting place- a wooded clearing by the edge of the forest. There was nothing there, or was there? Birds silenced by an unknown being, foxes run to their dens, badgers stop their foraging and scamper off. Something was there-something feared.
The being had a grey pelt of fur that blended in so well in the semi-darkness. The creature could not be seen to the human eye. Suddenly the monster’s green occuli’ flashed. The light of the moon had caught them. The animal, if you could call it such walked out into the hollow. It was a wolf, a grey wolf, canis lupus.
The wolf was moving, circling the clearing, trying to find a spot for some ceremony. His legs stirred in almost a mechanical way. He had travelled for long, far but it did not show. He moved with ease, of a newly rested wolf. His size showed he was a leader of his kind, not to be treated lightly. The wisdom that comes with age was possessed by this demon, although he could only be 2 and a half summers old. And he was a demon- a haunted soul.
Where did he belong?
The wolf paused and his cranium rose to the sky. Rain began to fall lightly at first, then heavier. The Thunderer sent his roar down with flashes of light. But still the beast did not move. The storm became more ferocious. Never a storm like this had he known except the night he left his mother. Now the Thunderer was angry because he was making a fresh start. A growl rose his throat threatening to overflow but it did not. Cleary this wolf was not like that. He was composed and controlled. He knew what he could do.
Wind ripped through the trees. He did not move but lowered his head and surveyed the land. Then he moved, of his own will. That is the freedom and honour of the wolf. Humans know nothing of it. As he was about to begin walking back through the trees he stopped. Staring downward into a puddle, his eyes shone as bright as the moon herself. He was muddied, that would have to be sorted. Not now but later.
Amaroq, as he was known, walked into the centre of the clearing. The storm had stopped as quickly as it had started. But the ground was left wet and dirty and the air was damp. He checked around him and scented the air. A rabbit to the west and a small deer herd on the tundra. Happy with what he heard he listened to the voices on the breeze. Hawks in the Deep Forest and mice to the near South- no problems.
He was glad of this for then there was no one to challenge him. Padding over to the rock, he marked it and then returned to the middle of the clearing. Readying himself and thinking deeply, he began the ritual.
HHHOOOOWWWWWLLLLL
I AMAROQ CLAIM THESE LANDS AS MINE. THEY SHALL BE THE AZARI PACKLANDS.
Feeling pleased he walked over to the rock by the trees. Settling down in a sheltered spot, Amaroq was only half asleep, ready to awake at any moment.
I Azari Alpha proclaim these lands as mine, He whispered, half to himself.
2. Amaroq awoke sharply to the fae who stood before him. He stood and watched her closely. Her dark pelt mirrored his exactly but it was her eyes that held him captivated. Pale blue like the mother sky. He was not a brute who particularly enjoyed the presence of faes. That had been born into him from a young age. She was talkative unlike him. He was not a wolf of words and disliked those who were. She was so like him, yet so unlike him. At that moment he both loved and hated her.
As she put forth her preposition he shook his ebony maw lightly. He was the Alpha of the lands, why should he fight for them? Well, a challenge would come sooner or later. Considering the fae closely, he thought deeply about it. To back down would be weak and he would give away his terra to easily. To tell her to leave… well what was the likelihood of that happening? To fight her… that was the only option.
Amaroq padded closer to the fae. His pitch-black auds flicked backwards and forwards, taking in the sounds of the night. He was almost invisible to the shadows, only his emerald orbs glinting bright in the moonlight. The same for her, a shadowy being whose presence was only given away by her crystal blue eyes. His pillars moved slowly towards her until only a body-length remained between them.
The words came forth from his maw like a whip cracking the night. Silence had reigned until his howl had before broken it. Then the femme had come and shattered it even further. We shall fight, although the lands are rightfully mine. Had you asked I would have made you Alphess. But seeing you didn’t… Then Amaroq realised that she knew his name and he did not know his. First though, I must know your title, as you know mine. There was no tone of forgiveness in his voice, only the hatred that surged through his very soul, not a trace of the love that could have existed. The demon soul moved through the shadows as he circled. If I win, you may stay as a member of the pack. And vice versa. Again he spoke with the same feelings. Like I’ll lose. There is no way, he thought with power and dominance. Pausing in his movement, once more for a final time his maw issued words, And just in case you thought different, I have no care whether I fight a brute or fae. He continued moving waiting for a reply or attack for the ignorant female.
3. Amaroq watched closely as the fae moved. She had tensed and she was ready for what would surely come. A fight! Her orbs met his for many seconds, both wolves returning the others stares. Amaroq dared not attack first; it was just plain good manners to let the challenger attack first. Watching her ebony coat, he realised that had it not been for their optics being of different colour they could have been twins to the same parents. He eyed her closely, seeing that she was an elegant wolfess. Her physique was graceful, her pelt ruffling slightly in the wind and her visage leading down to a beautiful maw. Now is not the time for courtship he scolded himself. But maybe it shall come soon.
Keeping his banner held high and alert, Amaroq considered what the fae spoke of. Crystallization, Crystal he sighed to himself. Had he not been about to fight he would have softened to her. She had just been defensive to begin with. Like any wolf would be he told himself. He continued to circle and his words had clearly angered her. I was just making sure she knew the arrangement he almost laughed out loud but suppressed it inwardly.
As she became angered, he saw her ready for the attack. She was angered so the likelihood of the attack hitting the mark was lower than normal. Amaroq vowed to himself that he would keep his cool no matter what. He had learnt that from his useless father. Watching Crystalization rush in to him and aim for his side, he knew what to do. Turn her on her back, the best attack technique. If Amaroq could overthrow her then he would surely win, wouldn’t he?
He went to dodge her attack but he was too late. Her fangs ripped the pelt at his side. Pain seared through his body but he managed to control it. He darted away from the fae who finished up her attack. Now I must get her back, he thought with hope that he could remain Alpha. Amaroq let nothing of his feelings, both love and hate, show. He had learnt that many summers ago. He whirled around, fast and agile in a good mix.
Amaroq was now facing towards Crystalization, who faced the opposite direction. Knowing that to molest her successfully he would have to be slightly angered. The only way for the brute to do so was to think of his past, his troubled past. My father- the stupid brute. Detested me from the start, just because I was the only male, and my eyes… just because they’re green… Breathing in deeply, he controlled his emotions. Turned me from my birth pack because of my emerald spheres… and because I was too strong for him. I would like him to see me now. A crazed smile spread over his lips. Now he was really ready for the fight. Amaroq darted to Crystalization’s side. His shoulder met hers but he was unsure if it would be enough to knock her off her feet…
4. As he clamped his teeth down upon her side, one word echoed through his thoughts. Revenge! She had tried to take his, Amaroq’s, land but now Crystalization would pay. It had been an easy victory he had only gained one cut. It was deep and stung quite a bit and it would probably scar. Well, at least I will remember this fight.
His long, slender legs carried himself over to the fae. She lay upon her back, trying to protect herself. At least she’s got sense to cover her neck. He thought with ecstasy. Moving closer, he looked down into her crystal blue eyes. He watched her growling, still trying to convince herself that she could win. Shaking his head at her words, he shook his ebony coat to clean it somewhat.
Amaroq took one more step and then he was directly next to her. His slim physique and long legs towered over her. Amaroq puffed his chest out and stood tall. Leaning forwards he placed his paws on her shoulders. Firmly they held her down and prevented Crystalization from struggling. Carefully he ensured that the pressure was not to great to cause her lasting damage.
The shadowy being watched her closely as she spoke You wait till I get up, it's not over, I may be down but your gonna have to try and kill me! He shook his maw with disbelief; she still thought she had a chance. His auds flicked in the midnight breeze as he spoke Why the hell would I wanna kill you? Not a death battle remember. His slightly exotic voice was exaggerated in the night.
The demon wolf breathed heavily as he was beginning to get tired. His voice had softened slightly but still commanded respect from the fae. There is no shame in losing. Amaroq spoke with an even tone. Knowing what his next words would be, he braced himself. It would be hard. You fought well. That is why I would like to rule over this terra as an equal to you. What do you say?
Waiting for a reply, the sounds of the night reached his ears. Amaroq wanted to explore his terra further and hunt for himself. To accept new loners who would treat him as Alpha. Maybe he would still do these things with Crystalization. A feeling burned deep inside him but he did not know what it was. Never before had he experienced it for it pained him deeply. Love…
Name: Amaroq
Gender: Male
Age: 4 years
Blood: Dog x wolf (I am unsure about this)
Breed: 25% wolf, 25% german shepherd, 50% husky
Fur color: Pure Jet Black
Eye color: Green
Markings: None
Detailed description. Overall, Amaroq is quite a good-looking canine. He looks incredibly wolf like. His coat is black as coal and it has no hints of any others shades in it. It is soft and shiny, full of good health. Amaroq is built lightly. His maw is long and elegant for a male. He is slim, some would call it thin but every ounce of weight that he does have is muscle. He has been used to hunting alone so he has therefore found the balance between being fast, agile and strong. He is speedy and agility does favour him. He can pull incredible strength if needed but he prefers his speed and will pull with vigour.
His eyes are an emerald green colour. They are very mysterious and show of his troubled past. They do not convey his emotions to others as his emotions are complex. His legs are long and although skinny they can run for days. His maw has a few scars mostly from puppy hood. Although some of these scars are from scraps with his older brother. He stands tall at the shoulder and he is a graceful dog when he moves. His mysterious past has shaped him for endurance and he is living up to it. A handsome brute of ebony coat...Amaroq
Personality: Amaroq has been used to being protected be his brother. He is becoming more indepent as he matures. He sometimes still acts like a puppy but not that often anymore. Amaroq has become protective of those he loves, which is not many. He finds it hard to make friends as he is reserved and quiet. Amaroq does come out of his shell once he knows you well enough. Although he is not talkative, he still demands trust and respect. He will not be treated badly just because he is slightly different.
Amaroq also gives the trust he demands. He is a trustworthy and honourable caninef. He will never give in and always stays loyal to those he knows are right. He is one of the best hunters and he is used to living on the streets. That is what isolation has done to him. He would love to be in a small team and that would possibly make him better. To be loved by a fae would make him more of a normal dog but he doubt that will ever happen even though he is very handsome.
History: Amaroq was born to a husky mother. She had once raced so in his blood ran the will. She had become wild and joined a wolf pack with her pure-husky son. She fell deeply in love with a half husky, half German shepherd. He too loved her and in spring one year, a litter of cubs was born. Amaroq was the only one who survived and then the older half-brother befriended him. The two became firm friends who were never apart. He grew quickly and became a tall wolf. His slender legs carried him with speed so fast that no wolf could catch him.
When he became older, Amaroq wanted to leave the pack. He felt that it was not where he belonged but he did not know why. His brother came too and they journeyed far. Together they adapted well. They hunted as a team and lived together. They became even more inseparable than before. One day a cougar killed Amaroq’s companion. They had fought it together but when the older wolf had fallen, he never rose again. He was distraught and felt at the bottom of the world. He headed to a town that he associated with food, as they had once been there before. Amaroq had never enjoyed the company of humans. He only went to the town because of is hunger.
Amaroq lived in the town for almost a year, when humans captured him. They beat him until he learned to pull the cart. He was reluctant to do so at first. Amaroq soon learnt the law of club and fang. He was a good sled dog and never stepped out of line. He fought his way to the top of the chain before a freak accident. The sled fell off a cliff and Amaroq was saved when his traces caught upon a snag in the rock. A few metres below was a ledge where the sled was. The musher had survived and cut him free but the man could not move as he had broken his leg.
He learned to fight the others dogs and became feared amongst them. They strayed to the other side of the side of the road when he passed, as he had adapted well. He was a runner and heart but he had learned to pull. He lived every day to fight and he did that well. Now he comes here…
Roleplaying Sample: (These are from another site. I sometimes post less but I can do like this.)
1. The light of the spring moon illuminated a glade. The meeting place- a wooded clearing by the edge of the forest. There was nothing there, or was there? Birds silenced by an unknown being, foxes run to their dens, badgers stop their foraging and scamper off. Something was there-something feared.
The being had a grey pelt of fur that blended in so well in the semi-darkness. The creature could not be seen to the human eye. Suddenly the monster’s green occuli’ flashed. The light of the moon had caught them. The animal, if you could call it such walked out into the hollow. It was a wolf, a grey wolf, canis lupus.
The wolf was moving, circling the clearing, trying to find a spot for some ceremony. His legs stirred in almost a mechanical way. He had travelled for long, far but it did not show. He moved with ease, of a newly rested wolf. His size showed he was a leader of his kind, not to be treated lightly. The wisdom that comes with age was possessed by this demon, although he could only be 2 and a half summers old. And he was a demon- a haunted soul.
Where did he belong?
The wolf paused and his cranium rose to the sky. Rain began to fall lightly at first, then heavier. The Thunderer sent his roar down with flashes of light. But still the beast did not move. The storm became more ferocious. Never a storm like this had he known except the night he left his mother. Now the Thunderer was angry because he was making a fresh start. A growl rose his throat threatening to overflow but it did not. Cleary this wolf was not like that. He was composed and controlled. He knew what he could do.
Wind ripped through the trees. He did not move but lowered his head and surveyed the land. Then he moved, of his own will. That is the freedom and honour of the wolf. Humans know nothing of it. As he was about to begin walking back through the trees he stopped. Staring downward into a puddle, his eyes shone as bright as the moon herself. He was muddied, that would have to be sorted. Not now but later.
Amaroq, as he was known, walked into the centre of the clearing. The storm had stopped as quickly as it had started. But the ground was left wet and dirty and the air was damp. He checked around him and scented the air. A rabbit to the west and a small deer herd on the tundra. Happy with what he heard he listened to the voices on the breeze. Hawks in the Deep Forest and mice to the near South- no problems.
He was glad of this for then there was no one to challenge him. Padding over to the rock, he marked it and then returned to the middle of the clearing. Readying himself and thinking deeply, he began the ritual.
HHHOOOOWWWWWLLLLL
I AMAROQ CLAIM THESE LANDS AS MINE. THEY SHALL BE THE AZARI PACKLANDS.
Feeling pleased he walked over to the rock by the trees. Settling down in a sheltered spot, Amaroq was only half asleep, ready to awake at any moment.
I Azari Alpha proclaim these lands as mine, He whispered, half to himself.
2. Amaroq awoke sharply to the fae who stood before him. He stood and watched her closely. Her dark pelt mirrored his exactly but it was her eyes that held him captivated. Pale blue like the mother sky. He was not a brute who particularly enjoyed the presence of faes. That had been born into him from a young age. She was talkative unlike him. He was not a wolf of words and disliked those who were. She was so like him, yet so unlike him. At that moment he both loved and hated her.
As she put forth her preposition he shook his ebony maw lightly. He was the Alpha of the lands, why should he fight for them? Well, a challenge would come sooner or later. Considering the fae closely, he thought deeply about it. To back down would be weak and he would give away his terra to easily. To tell her to leave… well what was the likelihood of that happening? To fight her… that was the only option.
Amaroq padded closer to the fae. His pitch-black auds flicked backwards and forwards, taking in the sounds of the night. He was almost invisible to the shadows, only his emerald orbs glinting bright in the moonlight. The same for her, a shadowy being whose presence was only given away by her crystal blue eyes. His pillars moved slowly towards her until only a body-length remained between them.
The words came forth from his maw like a whip cracking the night. Silence had reigned until his howl had before broken it. Then the femme had come and shattered it even further. We shall fight, although the lands are rightfully mine. Had you asked I would have made you Alphess. But seeing you didn’t… Then Amaroq realised that she knew his name and he did not know his. First though, I must know your title, as you know mine. There was no tone of forgiveness in his voice, only the hatred that surged through his very soul, not a trace of the love that could have existed. The demon soul moved through the shadows as he circled. If I win, you may stay as a member of the pack. And vice versa. Again he spoke with the same feelings. Like I’ll lose. There is no way, he thought with power and dominance. Pausing in his movement, once more for a final time his maw issued words, And just in case you thought different, I have no care whether I fight a brute or fae. He continued moving waiting for a reply or attack for the ignorant female.
3. Amaroq watched closely as the fae moved. She had tensed and she was ready for what would surely come. A fight! Her orbs met his for many seconds, both wolves returning the others stares. Amaroq dared not attack first; it was just plain good manners to let the challenger attack first. Watching her ebony coat, he realised that had it not been for their optics being of different colour they could have been twins to the same parents. He eyed her closely, seeing that she was an elegant wolfess. Her physique was graceful, her pelt ruffling slightly in the wind and her visage leading down to a beautiful maw. Now is not the time for courtship he scolded himself. But maybe it shall come soon.
Keeping his banner held high and alert, Amaroq considered what the fae spoke of. Crystallization, Crystal he sighed to himself. Had he not been about to fight he would have softened to her. She had just been defensive to begin with. Like any wolf would be he told himself. He continued to circle and his words had clearly angered her. I was just making sure she knew the arrangement he almost laughed out loud but suppressed it inwardly.
As she became angered, he saw her ready for the attack. She was angered so the likelihood of the attack hitting the mark was lower than normal. Amaroq vowed to himself that he would keep his cool no matter what. He had learnt that from his useless father. Watching Crystalization rush in to him and aim for his side, he knew what to do. Turn her on her back, the best attack technique. If Amaroq could overthrow her then he would surely win, wouldn’t he?
He went to dodge her attack but he was too late. Her fangs ripped the pelt at his side. Pain seared through his body but he managed to control it. He darted away from the fae who finished up her attack. Now I must get her back, he thought with hope that he could remain Alpha. Amaroq let nothing of his feelings, both love and hate, show. He had learnt that many summers ago. He whirled around, fast and agile in a good mix.
Amaroq was now facing towards Crystalization, who faced the opposite direction. Knowing that to molest her successfully he would have to be slightly angered. The only way for the brute to do so was to think of his past, his troubled past. My father- the stupid brute. Detested me from the start, just because I was the only male, and my eyes… just because they’re green… Breathing in deeply, he controlled his emotions. Turned me from my birth pack because of my emerald spheres… and because I was too strong for him. I would like him to see me now. A crazed smile spread over his lips. Now he was really ready for the fight. Amaroq darted to Crystalization’s side. His shoulder met hers but he was unsure if it would be enough to knock her off her feet…
4. As he clamped his teeth down upon her side, one word echoed through his thoughts. Revenge! She had tried to take his, Amaroq’s, land but now Crystalization would pay. It had been an easy victory he had only gained one cut. It was deep and stung quite a bit and it would probably scar. Well, at least I will remember this fight.
His long, slender legs carried himself over to the fae. She lay upon her back, trying to protect herself. At least she’s got sense to cover her neck. He thought with ecstasy. Moving closer, he looked down into her crystal blue eyes. He watched her growling, still trying to convince herself that she could win. Shaking his head at her words, he shook his ebony coat to clean it somewhat.
Amaroq took one more step and then he was directly next to her. His slim physique and long legs towered over her. Amaroq puffed his chest out and stood tall. Leaning forwards he placed his paws on her shoulders. Firmly they held her down and prevented Crystalization from struggling. Carefully he ensured that the pressure was not to great to cause her lasting damage.
The shadowy being watched her closely as she spoke You wait till I get up, it's not over, I may be down but your gonna have to try and kill me! He shook his maw with disbelief; she still thought she had a chance. His auds flicked in the midnight breeze as he spoke Why the hell would I wanna kill you? Not a death battle remember. His slightly exotic voice was exaggerated in the night.
The demon wolf breathed heavily as he was beginning to get tired. His voice had softened slightly but still commanded respect from the fae. There is no shame in losing. Amaroq spoke with an even tone. Knowing what his next words would be, he braced himself. It would be hard. You fought well. That is why I would like to rule over this terra as an equal to you. What do you say?
Waiting for a reply, the sounds of the night reached his ears. Amaroq wanted to explore his terra further and hunt for himself. To accept new loners who would treat him as Alpha. Maybe he would still do these things with Crystalization. A feeling burned deep inside him but he did not know what it was. Never before had he experienced it for it pained him deeply. Love…