Post by Crispin on Dec 4, 2009 12:42:05 GMT -5
Character's Name: Crispin
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Species: Sasriel
Physical Description: Crispin is a solid white Sasriel for the most part, specks of gray marring only his paws and the tips of his wings. His fur is a bit shorter than normal, but it is also thicker. His body is very limber and though he may not be the strongest of his brothers, he certainly is very agile. He always seems to have a serious outlook, his dark, cobalt-blue eyes always on the alert for danger. He is not a very broad male, his face and body rather narrow and elegant. He often appears to be stern, his maw creased into a hard line, but this changes when he is around his brothers, who seem to know how to break down his shell.
Any scars that he had are covered by his fur, save some near his throat that seemed to have taken away much of his voice. When he speaks, his voice is somewhat rough and broken, making him self conscious. As such, he tries not to speak in front of others besides his brothers if he can avoid it.
Personality: Crispin is as much a gentleman as his brothers are, still trying to make his deceased mother proud. He believes in good morals and constantly stresses over doing the right thing. He likes to be organized and structured. He mostly opens up only to his remaining two brothers, the only ones so far that break down the stern shell he has created around himself. Being the middle brother, he also tends to be the mediator when his elder and younger brother break out in brawls. Once, he used to love the thrill of the fight and wanted to defend his home as much as anyone, but now the thought of battle is rather terrifying to him. He can’t stand the thought of losing his brothers, and thus has taken on a role of “medicine man” you could say. He has dedicated himself to the craft of care taking and making others safe.
Pack: Sun Crest
Rank: Harbinger
Other: Crispin loves his brothers more than anything and will go full out demon on anyone that tries to take them from him. He still has nightmares about the war that went on and sometimes thinks he sees ghosts of his mother and lost brothers. He tries to go on and live a normal life, but can sometimes become too stern for his own good. One thing he does like to do is fly with birds of prey, such as eagles. They seem to connect with him and help relieve his stress.
History: Another wolf down, thank the stars it wasn’t another brother. But I some how knew that luck wouldn’t hold out much longer. I looked around on the battlefield, watching my youngest brother dive bomb two Heus at once. What was he doing? He’d get himself killed doing that! I tried to call out to him but my voice was lost in the fray. It was getting harder to tell who was the enemy and who wasn’t; River Wood had turned against their and sadly, as I much I couldn’t stand to think about it, some of Sun Crest had too.
Another wolf down. A Heus this time, throat torn open. I looked up to see my oldest brother nod and take off again.
It took me a moment to realize that he had saved my life.
With a groan, I took to the skies again, but not before I felt a jolting pain in my back, right ankle. I crashed to the earth with a yelp and snarled as a large black shape leaped on top of me. The Heus’s jaws locked around my throat and I felt my world spin, my visage darken. This was it . . . I was going to join my other fallen brothers . . .
The Heus suddenly snarled loudly and fell off of me in a great tumble of feathers and fur as two Sasriels came at him, two older pack mates that ranked as Fleet, as I did. As we all did. There was no more Alpha. No more pups. Everyone was fighting. Everyone.
I could still remember my mother as she threw herself into the fight, too saddened by the loss of her sons.
There were three of us left.
I rolled up onto my feet and took to the sky again, safely circling the fight below as blood rolled down my chest. I wondered how bad the wound was but was anxiously searching for my brothers. I needed to know they were okay. I had lost so much; I wouldn’t mind losing my life should my remaining brothers be gone. . .
I woke up in a foreign place, far away from the land of my birth. My throat hurt; I suppose the dream had inspired the pain. I knew I had healed. I looked over the sleeping forms of my brothers; Chic and Soliel. I took a deep breath. Still here; they were still here. Safe and sound as we ever would be.
We were going back, but I was afraid there would be nothing to go back too. Sasriels and other wolves had been leaving when we did. We all knew the lore. When the last Sasriel leaves the mountain, the place could never be claimed by our kind again. Where would we go, then? Were there other places for Sasriels? I had never heard of any expect here in Sun Crest.
I just hoped going home would be good for all of us.
Home. I could believe it. We were going home.
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Species: Sasriel
Physical Description: Crispin is a solid white Sasriel for the most part, specks of gray marring only his paws and the tips of his wings. His fur is a bit shorter than normal, but it is also thicker. His body is very limber and though he may not be the strongest of his brothers, he certainly is very agile. He always seems to have a serious outlook, his dark, cobalt-blue eyes always on the alert for danger. He is not a very broad male, his face and body rather narrow and elegant. He often appears to be stern, his maw creased into a hard line, but this changes when he is around his brothers, who seem to know how to break down his shell.
Any scars that he had are covered by his fur, save some near his throat that seemed to have taken away much of his voice. When he speaks, his voice is somewhat rough and broken, making him self conscious. As such, he tries not to speak in front of others besides his brothers if he can avoid it.
Personality: Crispin is as much a gentleman as his brothers are, still trying to make his deceased mother proud. He believes in good morals and constantly stresses over doing the right thing. He likes to be organized and structured. He mostly opens up only to his remaining two brothers, the only ones so far that break down the stern shell he has created around himself. Being the middle brother, he also tends to be the mediator when his elder and younger brother break out in brawls. Once, he used to love the thrill of the fight and wanted to defend his home as much as anyone, but now the thought of battle is rather terrifying to him. He can’t stand the thought of losing his brothers, and thus has taken on a role of “medicine man” you could say. He has dedicated himself to the craft of care taking and making others safe.
Pack: Sun Crest
Rank: Harbinger
Other: Crispin loves his brothers more than anything and will go full out demon on anyone that tries to take them from him. He still has nightmares about the war that went on and sometimes thinks he sees ghosts of his mother and lost brothers. He tries to go on and live a normal life, but can sometimes become too stern for his own good. One thing he does like to do is fly with birds of prey, such as eagles. They seem to connect with him and help relieve his stress.
History: Another wolf down, thank the stars it wasn’t another brother. But I some how knew that luck wouldn’t hold out much longer. I looked around on the battlefield, watching my youngest brother dive bomb two Heus at once. What was he doing? He’d get himself killed doing that! I tried to call out to him but my voice was lost in the fray. It was getting harder to tell who was the enemy and who wasn’t; River Wood had turned against their and sadly, as I much I couldn’t stand to think about it, some of Sun Crest had too.
Another wolf down. A Heus this time, throat torn open. I looked up to see my oldest brother nod and take off again.
It took me a moment to realize that he had saved my life.
With a groan, I took to the skies again, but not before I felt a jolting pain in my back, right ankle. I crashed to the earth with a yelp and snarled as a large black shape leaped on top of me. The Heus’s jaws locked around my throat and I felt my world spin, my visage darken. This was it . . . I was going to join my other fallen brothers . . .
The Heus suddenly snarled loudly and fell off of me in a great tumble of feathers and fur as two Sasriels came at him, two older pack mates that ranked as Fleet, as I did. As we all did. There was no more Alpha. No more pups. Everyone was fighting. Everyone.
I could still remember my mother as she threw herself into the fight, too saddened by the loss of her sons.
There were three of us left.
I rolled up onto my feet and took to the sky again, safely circling the fight below as blood rolled down my chest. I wondered how bad the wound was but was anxiously searching for my brothers. I needed to know they were okay. I had lost so much; I wouldn’t mind losing my life should my remaining brothers be gone. . .
I woke up in a foreign place, far away from the land of my birth. My throat hurt; I suppose the dream had inspired the pain. I knew I had healed. I looked over the sleeping forms of my brothers; Chic and Soliel. I took a deep breath. Still here; they were still here. Safe and sound as we ever would be.
We were going back, but I was afraid there would be nothing to go back too. Sasriels and other wolves had been leaving when we did. We all knew the lore. When the last Sasriel leaves the mountain, the place could never be claimed by our kind again. Where would we go, then? Were there other places for Sasriels? I had never heard of any expect here in Sun Crest.
I just hoped going home would be good for all of us.
Home. I could believe it. We were going home.