Post by Grhym on Jul 15, 2009 12:08:46 GMT -5
Character's Name: Grhym (Said like”Grim”. I got creative with letters . . .)
Age: 4 years
Gender: Male
Species: Sasriel Hybrid (Half Sasriel, half timber wolf)
Physical Description: Grhym stands at an average height, considering his heritage. He is lanky and thin, with the slightest of muscles. He seems to be a ragged old wolf that most would consider avoiding on the neutral lands, his lank, dark fur giving him an even more forbidding look. Even more startling are his eyes, which seemed to have inherited their color intensity from his Sasriel blood, though the vivid yellow he has gotten from his timber wolf father. He walks with a wraithlike grace, his head often down as though he holds no dignity or pride. It seems as though the very mist and all the dark shadows would follow him. He has distinguished, sharp features with a narrow face.
Other features include a variety of scars along his body; the result of living a loner’s life. However, some wolves may bear their scars with a warrior’s pride, he would rather lose his, as it seems others simply judge him as a bitter, old brute. Yet, there seems to be a sense of calm and respect in his bearing, accepting those that will accept him. He almost seems intimidating, as well as years older than he really his.
Personality: Contrary to his appearance, Grhym is anything but a bitter brute. Though he seems to spend his days with a lowered head and scowling features, he really is a kind and gentle soul. He is quiet and perhaps reclusive, but he never fails to reach out to someone if he has to. He is very understandable, considering how many he tries to help avoid him at all possible costs because of his appearance, and will listen to anyone’s problems. He is very patient and mellow, though he does have a tendency to be very blunt.
As a rule, Grhym doesn’t like to get attached too too many. He never deals with betrayal or death very well and this fear of losing someone has lead him on a path of few friends. He hardly tells anything about himself, not wishing to lend somebody that much of his trust. He keeps a lot of secrets to himself and most of the time, it is very hard for somebody to read how he is feeling. He can seem emotionless at times, perhaps even cold. This usually just denotes that he is deep in thought, not that he would mind being interrupted.
Perhaps another thing he inherited from his Sasriel blood is quick ability to spring into a “demonic” fighter. If someone he loves is being attacked, or simply someone who seems to be nothing more than an innocent victim, his personality goes through an abrupt change. He will sometimes feel like he isn’t even controlling his body when he fights, so blindly does he go in. There are many times he doesn’t even remember fighting until it is over and he notices any stinging wounds he may have received.
Pack: None
Rank: Loner
Other: He can’t stand the prospect of death; ever since the last Great Battle, it terrifies him. He is often cursed the nightmarish dreams, causing him to wake up in sheer terror. It is probable that if someone close to him dies again, he might die of the grief himself, though as of now he seems to be accepting the inevitable . . . for a while.
History: Grhym was born to a Sasriel mother, and thus spent his pup-hood with the Sun Crest pack. However, unlike his brother’s and sisters, he was not graced with any wings, however useless they would have been. This has always struck him as the oddball, but he didn’t let it get him down. He was always the optimistic one of the group, seeing a bright side to everything. Learning early on that he would one day have to leave Sun Crest, he emerged himself in the knowledge of the pack and their breed’s history. Knowledge was very important to him as a pup and when the day came to leave, he vowed he would never be far from what he considered his family.
Most of his siblings left for Amber Moor, of which his father was a part of, but Grhym struck out on the lonely life of a loner from the start. He visited Sun Crest frequently, vowing to be a guardian of Raven Wing lands, and bring the hope of the Sun Crest pack into the loners that lived there. During the summer, when the battles began to heat up considerably, he was there with the loners, helping to keep them safe from the vicious Heus. Many loners left, a great many more died, and some even turned on him and the friends that they had there, becoming members of Blood Fang.
As the battles raged on, Grhym saw less and less of Sun Crest and his siblings. But he had promised so many to stand by them and there was no way he could leave the neutral lands now. When finally the last battle was fought and the remaining wolves fled, Grhym finally took his first steps out of Raven Wing. The lands of Amber Moor seemed to have transformed into nothing more than a mass grave. The sight that met him sickened him. He had found one of his siblings and that alone had sent him into frenzy. For days and nights he worked madly, burying the fallen, his anger and sorrow building and building . . . When he was done, it seemed that one Heus wolf was left, lying battered and broken along the side of a river. Grhym wasn’t sure what to do with him at first, but the Blood Fang member solved the problem quickly and attacked Grhym with what remaining strength he had.
The two battled for a long time, this being one of the rare times Grhym discovered how fierce he could be. The Heus was at a disadvantage though, already being weak and injured. When he finally fell, Grhym’s strength gave out on him as well; the Heus had given him some severe wounds to remember him by.
When Grhym woke again, he was back in Sun Crest, under the careful watch of Rahiel, whom he soon found out was the last one of the pack that had chosen to stay. She nursed him back to health and he stayed with her for a while, helping her hunt and stay strong. He could see how strong she had become already, as delicate and gentle as she looked. She had lost so much it seemed, and still somehow had the power to call herself Alpha and wait for others to comeback, as she somehow knew they would.
But he had to return to Raven Wing, so that he to could wait and see what might come back and what events they would bring with them.
Age: 4 years
Gender: Male
Species: Sasriel Hybrid (Half Sasriel, half timber wolf)
Physical Description: Grhym stands at an average height, considering his heritage. He is lanky and thin, with the slightest of muscles. He seems to be a ragged old wolf that most would consider avoiding on the neutral lands, his lank, dark fur giving him an even more forbidding look. Even more startling are his eyes, which seemed to have inherited their color intensity from his Sasriel blood, though the vivid yellow he has gotten from his timber wolf father. He walks with a wraithlike grace, his head often down as though he holds no dignity or pride. It seems as though the very mist and all the dark shadows would follow him. He has distinguished, sharp features with a narrow face.
Other features include a variety of scars along his body; the result of living a loner’s life. However, some wolves may bear their scars with a warrior’s pride, he would rather lose his, as it seems others simply judge him as a bitter, old brute. Yet, there seems to be a sense of calm and respect in his bearing, accepting those that will accept him. He almost seems intimidating, as well as years older than he really his.
Personality: Contrary to his appearance, Grhym is anything but a bitter brute. Though he seems to spend his days with a lowered head and scowling features, he really is a kind and gentle soul. He is quiet and perhaps reclusive, but he never fails to reach out to someone if he has to. He is very understandable, considering how many he tries to help avoid him at all possible costs because of his appearance, and will listen to anyone’s problems. He is very patient and mellow, though he does have a tendency to be very blunt.
As a rule, Grhym doesn’t like to get attached too too many. He never deals with betrayal or death very well and this fear of losing someone has lead him on a path of few friends. He hardly tells anything about himself, not wishing to lend somebody that much of his trust. He keeps a lot of secrets to himself and most of the time, it is very hard for somebody to read how he is feeling. He can seem emotionless at times, perhaps even cold. This usually just denotes that he is deep in thought, not that he would mind being interrupted.
Perhaps another thing he inherited from his Sasriel blood is quick ability to spring into a “demonic” fighter. If someone he loves is being attacked, or simply someone who seems to be nothing more than an innocent victim, his personality goes through an abrupt change. He will sometimes feel like he isn’t even controlling his body when he fights, so blindly does he go in. There are many times he doesn’t even remember fighting until it is over and he notices any stinging wounds he may have received.
Pack: None
Rank: Loner
Other: He can’t stand the prospect of death; ever since the last Great Battle, it terrifies him. He is often cursed the nightmarish dreams, causing him to wake up in sheer terror. It is probable that if someone close to him dies again, he might die of the grief himself, though as of now he seems to be accepting the inevitable . . . for a while.
History: Grhym was born to a Sasriel mother, and thus spent his pup-hood with the Sun Crest pack. However, unlike his brother’s and sisters, he was not graced with any wings, however useless they would have been. This has always struck him as the oddball, but he didn’t let it get him down. He was always the optimistic one of the group, seeing a bright side to everything. Learning early on that he would one day have to leave Sun Crest, he emerged himself in the knowledge of the pack and their breed’s history. Knowledge was very important to him as a pup and when the day came to leave, he vowed he would never be far from what he considered his family.
Most of his siblings left for Amber Moor, of which his father was a part of, but Grhym struck out on the lonely life of a loner from the start. He visited Sun Crest frequently, vowing to be a guardian of Raven Wing lands, and bring the hope of the Sun Crest pack into the loners that lived there. During the summer, when the battles began to heat up considerably, he was there with the loners, helping to keep them safe from the vicious Heus. Many loners left, a great many more died, and some even turned on him and the friends that they had there, becoming members of Blood Fang.
As the battles raged on, Grhym saw less and less of Sun Crest and his siblings. But he had promised so many to stand by them and there was no way he could leave the neutral lands now. When finally the last battle was fought and the remaining wolves fled, Grhym finally took his first steps out of Raven Wing. The lands of Amber Moor seemed to have transformed into nothing more than a mass grave. The sight that met him sickened him. He had found one of his siblings and that alone had sent him into frenzy. For days and nights he worked madly, burying the fallen, his anger and sorrow building and building . . . When he was done, it seemed that one Heus wolf was left, lying battered and broken along the side of a river. Grhym wasn’t sure what to do with him at first, but the Blood Fang member solved the problem quickly and attacked Grhym with what remaining strength he had.
The two battled for a long time, this being one of the rare times Grhym discovered how fierce he could be. The Heus was at a disadvantage though, already being weak and injured. When he finally fell, Grhym’s strength gave out on him as well; the Heus had given him some severe wounds to remember him by.
When Grhym woke again, he was back in Sun Crest, under the careful watch of Rahiel, whom he soon found out was the last one of the pack that had chosen to stay. She nursed him back to health and he stayed with her for a while, helping her hunt and stay strong. He could see how strong she had become already, as delicate and gentle as she looked. She had lost so much it seemed, and still somehow had the power to call herself Alpha and wait for others to comeback, as she somehow knew they would.
But he had to return to Raven Wing, so that he to could wait and see what might come back and what events they would bring with them.
