Post by Shiver on Jan 16, 2016 11:08:10 GMT -7
Name: Mistigan
Age: adult
Gender: Male
Eye color: glowing pale green eyes
Species/breed: timber wolf
Allegiance: Chaotic Neutral
Coat Colors: Black with glowing tawny fringe around sides, shoulders and flanks. Left back paw is also tawny gold.
Physical Build: Mistigan is very strong, his muscles larger around his broad shoulders. His legs are long and lithe, paws large enough to support his weight above snow. His neck is thick and sinewy, holding up his square jawed head. Mistigan is very handsome to say the least.
Picture: imgur.com/sfgy7Q7
Personality: Mistigan lives for freedom. He has a rebellious spirit, his soul is strong and independent. He despises tradition and wishes to pave a new path, the one less traveled by. He doesn't wish to spread harm to the world as did his ancestors, yet he does not see the point in do gooding. He can be classified as selfish, as he only does things that benefit himself. He is very proud and believes he can do anything.
History: Mistigan was born under a different name, Jellal. His father was a crazed alpha of chaotic evil pack, his mother had died when he was born. He had no brothers and sisters and thus was the heir, or prince that would inherit the pack. Being the rebellious youth he was, he did not wish to be tied down, but he knew that his father would remain in his evil power. So Mistigan killed him. Simple as that. His fathers path of chaos and destruction did not benefit himself or anyone. So Mistigan eliminated him. Once he elongated his father, he refused the rank he inherited and gave it to his friend, Aloha. Little did he know, Aloha had loved him since pup hood. And when he left the pack for good, anger and sadness overtook her. He never knew that after he left, Aloha restored the pack back to its evilness, taking upon her pack the name: Fallen Leaves. Mistigan was far away living his life, being blissfully free.
Sample Post:
Four large paws pressed into the grass, the warm feeling strange to this mountain wolf. Mistigan was surrounded by a fragrant spring breeze, peach hued petals drifting through the air. His light green eyes glowed intelligently. He waded through the long grasses surrounding the mossy trees. The male raised his sharp muzzle to the sky. Observing the mottled texture of canopy leaves and branches weaving together, leaving the deep azure sky to peek through like sapphire jewels. Mistigan sighed contentedly and lowered his handsome head once again before continuing. This forest was not his destination. He was trekking towards the city in ruins. Why? Because it was dangerous.
Age: adult
Gender: Male
Eye color: glowing pale green eyes
Species/breed: timber wolf
Allegiance: Chaotic Neutral
Coat Colors: Black with glowing tawny fringe around sides, shoulders and flanks. Left back paw is also tawny gold.
Physical Build: Mistigan is very strong, his muscles larger around his broad shoulders. His legs are long and lithe, paws large enough to support his weight above snow. His neck is thick and sinewy, holding up his square jawed head. Mistigan is very handsome to say the least.
Picture: imgur.com/sfgy7Q7
Personality: Mistigan lives for freedom. He has a rebellious spirit, his soul is strong and independent. He despises tradition and wishes to pave a new path, the one less traveled by. He doesn't wish to spread harm to the world as did his ancestors, yet he does not see the point in do gooding. He can be classified as selfish, as he only does things that benefit himself. He is very proud and believes he can do anything.
History: Mistigan was born under a different name, Jellal. His father was a crazed alpha of chaotic evil pack, his mother had died when he was born. He had no brothers and sisters and thus was the heir, or prince that would inherit the pack. Being the rebellious youth he was, he did not wish to be tied down, but he knew that his father would remain in his evil power. So Mistigan killed him. Simple as that. His fathers path of chaos and destruction did not benefit himself or anyone. So Mistigan eliminated him. Once he elongated his father, he refused the rank he inherited and gave it to his friend, Aloha. Little did he know, Aloha had loved him since pup hood. And when he left the pack for good, anger and sadness overtook her. He never knew that after he left, Aloha restored the pack back to its evilness, taking upon her pack the name: Fallen Leaves. Mistigan was far away living his life, being blissfully free.
Sample Post:
Four large paws pressed into the grass, the warm feeling strange to this mountain wolf. Mistigan was surrounded by a fragrant spring breeze, peach hued petals drifting through the air. His light green eyes glowed intelligently. He waded through the long grasses surrounding the mossy trees. The male raised his sharp muzzle to the sky. Observing the mottled texture of canopy leaves and branches weaving together, leaving the deep azure sky to peek through like sapphire jewels. Mistigan sighed contentedly and lowered his handsome head once again before continuing. This forest was not his destination. He was trekking towards the city in ruins. Why? Because it was dangerous.
