Post by Kerisis on Nov 10, 2009 22:12:06 GMT -5
Character's Name: Kerisis AKA Keris
Age: 4
Gender: Male
Species: Gray Wolf
Physical Description: Kerisis looks like your typical, average gray wolf, even averaging out in size and weight. The majority of his body is a soft gray, with light, cream undertones. Shades of black and white course through his fur in random areas. His body his lanky and well muscled and he has the bearing of a true hunter; always watchful, on the prowl and constantly ready to move. His large paws carry approximately 150 pounds of muscle, though he seems to hide it very well as he appears lean and limber. It is easy to see that Kerisis is a strong individual, both physically and emotionally. His eyes, a light, wheat like color, are usually gentle and calm, yet seem to take in every detail in a matter of seconds. His eyes can be intimidating objects though, appearing as though he can read what your thinking or he knows something you don’t. But overall, he is nothing more than a lumbering, loveable giant who would love the occasional spar . . . When first seeing Keris one might get the impression of a dumb brute, but he is far from being “dumb” at all. (Seriously, who can resist that face?)
Personality: Keris is different with everyone he meets, but generally, is very faithful and loving to his pack and family. He takes his job seriously, whatever it may be and when hunting or fighting, is very down to earth and not all easily distracted. He loves to sit and think when he has the time, but can jump into action at a moments notice. He loves to rough house with other males and likes to entertain pups with his “stupid male antics” as they’ve been called. As for being a father . . . well, that part would kind of scare him, but we’ll cross that bridge later. Within the pack, Keris plays a good solider role and is respectful of those he thinks deserves his respect. However, he also has a quiet dominant side to him that, if given the chance, could full bloom into any sort of leadership role.
Keris does have one set back, however, and that is his mind set on females. It is, rather, a comical set back, as he tends to “collect” them, or so he is told. What it really is all about though, is he tends to be a bit over protective of his female friends, creating his own “harem” if you will that he unconsciously tries to control at times. He doesn’t do it to tick off others or cause friction with other males, he simply feels a greater sense of duty to protect them, though he isn’t sure why . . . Sometimes the poor lad just can’t help the things he does. . .
One thing is for sure though; anybody who messes with anyone he loves, regardless of gender, will get a sure fire visit from Keris; nobody messes with his family!
Pack: Amber Moor
Rank: Omega
Other: Keris can’t remember anything of his past, so he relies on emotions and vague snippets of flashbacks to guide him. Random déjà vu moments are overly common with him, though it isn’t often he talk about them. Keris also tends to be more relaxed around females than males for some reason. Around other males he feels he needs to be grounded and ready for action, not because he feels threatened but because it just feels natural, save for the occasional rough house and spar. And other than feeling the need to be obsessively protecting his female friends (imagine if he ever got a mate?) he tends to make sure everyone is okay in the pack and is a self appointed scouter at times, especially at night when you never know who is going to sneak through the front door . . .
History: Ahh the much awaited history . . . that Keris has no clue about.
Keris’s personality traits are easily explained away with one answer; he was born in the Outland where females are revered and being with other males probably meant you were either training hard, fighting hard, or on duty, looking out for your pack. Keris was born in a litter with five other sisters and a gentle mother. His father was a mentor for other warriors and a proud wolf with a strong heritage. Keris’s training started right away as a pup and he excelled easily through the ranks, becoming his father’s pride and joy and making his mother and sisters proud as well. He worked hard with the pack, watching from the sidelines as small wars ensued outside of their border. For some reason, he never became apart of them and for several months, wondered why. But he grew to love his pack and believed in a strong sense of family and pack life. He respected his alphas, who in turn gave him great rewards in the pack, such as getting to eat at a high rank and many honors through out his training. He became a fine warrior, and an even better hunter, and once old enough began to lead the hunts himself.
Then came the greatest battle of all. There was talk of his pack leaving to help outside their lands, for fear that the battle could break onto their small territory. His father told him that there were wolves out there that could possibly kill his mother and sisters. No more words needed to be said; he would put an end to this war of the theirs, and he’d be d**ned if any harm came to his family. He fought on the first day of their emergence and he fought hard and well, seeing winged beasts of great beauty as well as skin-beasts of terrible rage. He killed those he was told to kill, protected those that needed his protection. He stayed on his feet, took watch all night when he had too, and when he returned home, he was broken hearted to learn that much of his pack had not been so lucky, not to mention these beasts called the Heus had invaded once. Even more terrible, he learned that his mother had been badly wounded and two of his sister had been killed. He fought even harder in the coming days, until the coldness of winter brought around the end of another war.
During that time, a younger member he had known and had been helping train had done a great betrayal, which only depressed him to hear. Heron had been one of the few females that chose to be warriors . . . he had admired her skill and fight . . . and now she had betrayed the pack? Now, bearing nothing more than anger, he chose to help execute. How dare someone hurt his family! How dare someone betray his pack! It was sickening . . . And yet somehow, she had still gotten away. Though his father assured him that she would die of her wounds, he was not convinced and chose to trail her. During that time, her scent brought him into a near blood bath with a grizzly. As he ran from the fight, bloody and tired and weak from the war, he ran towards a hill side, hoping to escape the grizzly’s large claws, where the rocks were large . . . and also very loose. One slip of the paw and he stumbled down, his head smacking against the boulders. Another followed him down, tumbling past towards the grizzly, while he was left alone, unconscious . . . left to die. But he was strong, even in the cold, harsh winds of winter.
A pity he didn’t remember why he chose to sleep there when he woke up.
Age: 4
Gender: Male
Species: Gray Wolf
Physical Description: Kerisis looks like your typical, average gray wolf, even averaging out in size and weight. The majority of his body is a soft gray, with light, cream undertones. Shades of black and white course through his fur in random areas. His body his lanky and well muscled and he has the bearing of a true hunter; always watchful, on the prowl and constantly ready to move. His large paws carry approximately 150 pounds of muscle, though he seems to hide it very well as he appears lean and limber. It is easy to see that Kerisis is a strong individual, both physically and emotionally. His eyes, a light, wheat like color, are usually gentle and calm, yet seem to take in every detail in a matter of seconds. His eyes can be intimidating objects though, appearing as though he can read what your thinking or he knows something you don’t. But overall, he is nothing more than a lumbering, loveable giant who would love the occasional spar . . . When first seeing Keris one might get the impression of a dumb brute, but he is far from being “dumb” at all. (Seriously, who can resist that face?)
Personality: Keris is different with everyone he meets, but generally, is very faithful and loving to his pack and family. He takes his job seriously, whatever it may be and when hunting or fighting, is very down to earth and not all easily distracted. He loves to sit and think when he has the time, but can jump into action at a moments notice. He loves to rough house with other males and likes to entertain pups with his “stupid male antics” as they’ve been called. As for being a father . . . well, that part would kind of scare him, but we’ll cross that bridge later. Within the pack, Keris plays a good solider role and is respectful of those he thinks deserves his respect. However, he also has a quiet dominant side to him that, if given the chance, could full bloom into any sort of leadership role.
Keris does have one set back, however, and that is his mind set on females. It is, rather, a comical set back, as he tends to “collect” them, or so he is told. What it really is all about though, is he tends to be a bit over protective of his female friends, creating his own “harem” if you will that he unconsciously tries to control at times. He doesn’t do it to tick off others or cause friction with other males, he simply feels a greater sense of duty to protect them, though he isn’t sure why . . . Sometimes the poor lad just can’t help the things he does. . .
One thing is for sure though; anybody who messes with anyone he loves, regardless of gender, will get a sure fire visit from Keris; nobody messes with his family!
Pack: Amber Moor
Rank: Omega
Other: Keris can’t remember anything of his past, so he relies on emotions and vague snippets of flashbacks to guide him. Random déjà vu moments are overly common with him, though it isn’t often he talk about them. Keris also tends to be more relaxed around females than males for some reason. Around other males he feels he needs to be grounded and ready for action, not because he feels threatened but because it just feels natural, save for the occasional rough house and spar. And other than feeling the need to be obsessively protecting his female friends (imagine if he ever got a mate?) he tends to make sure everyone is okay in the pack and is a self appointed scouter at times, especially at night when you never know who is going to sneak through the front door . . .
History: Ahh the much awaited history . . . that Keris has no clue about.
Keris’s personality traits are easily explained away with one answer; he was born in the Outland where females are revered and being with other males probably meant you were either training hard, fighting hard, or on duty, looking out for your pack. Keris was born in a litter with five other sisters and a gentle mother. His father was a mentor for other warriors and a proud wolf with a strong heritage. Keris’s training started right away as a pup and he excelled easily through the ranks, becoming his father’s pride and joy and making his mother and sisters proud as well. He worked hard with the pack, watching from the sidelines as small wars ensued outside of their border. For some reason, he never became apart of them and for several months, wondered why. But he grew to love his pack and believed in a strong sense of family and pack life. He respected his alphas, who in turn gave him great rewards in the pack, such as getting to eat at a high rank and many honors through out his training. He became a fine warrior, and an even better hunter, and once old enough began to lead the hunts himself.
Then came the greatest battle of all. There was talk of his pack leaving to help outside their lands, for fear that the battle could break onto their small territory. His father told him that there were wolves out there that could possibly kill his mother and sisters. No more words needed to be said; he would put an end to this war of the theirs, and he’d be d**ned if any harm came to his family. He fought on the first day of their emergence and he fought hard and well, seeing winged beasts of great beauty as well as skin-beasts of terrible rage. He killed those he was told to kill, protected those that needed his protection. He stayed on his feet, took watch all night when he had too, and when he returned home, he was broken hearted to learn that much of his pack had not been so lucky, not to mention these beasts called the Heus had invaded once. Even more terrible, he learned that his mother had been badly wounded and two of his sister had been killed. He fought even harder in the coming days, until the coldness of winter brought around the end of another war.
During that time, a younger member he had known and had been helping train had done a great betrayal, which only depressed him to hear. Heron had been one of the few females that chose to be warriors . . . he had admired her skill and fight . . . and now she had betrayed the pack? Now, bearing nothing more than anger, he chose to help execute. How dare someone hurt his family! How dare someone betray his pack! It was sickening . . . And yet somehow, she had still gotten away. Though his father assured him that she would die of her wounds, he was not convinced and chose to trail her. During that time, her scent brought him into a near blood bath with a grizzly. As he ran from the fight, bloody and tired and weak from the war, he ran towards a hill side, hoping to escape the grizzly’s large claws, where the rocks were large . . . and also very loose. One slip of the paw and he stumbled down, his head smacking against the boulders. Another followed him down, tumbling past towards the grizzly, while he was left alone, unconscious . . . left to die. But he was strong, even in the cold, harsh winds of winter.
A pity he didn’t remember why he chose to sleep there when he woke up.
