Post by Oberon on Oct 29, 2009 2:16:13 GMT -5
Character's Name // Benvolio
Age // 2
Breed // Arctic Wolf
Gender // Male
Alliance // Headhunters
Fur Colour // White
Eye Colour // Gold
Appearance //
History //
Benvolio doesn't have too much of an extraordinary history. He wasn't abused as a child. Nor did his parents die for noble or natural causes. He was born into a small litter - only three cubs. He was the second born. The first, an elder sister, was pronounced dead at birth. The third born, a younger brother, strayed to close to the wall and was shot down by men and taken home as a trophy. "What a piece of work is man" indeed.
Personality //
Benvolio was born on a cold spring day to the alpha and his mate. Technically he's supposed to be inheriting the position, but he wants nothing to do with it. He's perfectly happy just lounging about all day and chasing his tail. When he was a year old he expressed his contempt for the throne to his father, who was furious and lectured him about being a lazy good for nothing. Since then, Benvolio has put on a brave face in front of his father, and has made it a point to stay away from him as often as possible. His younger cousin is the one who actually wants and deserves the position, so he's currently trying to figure out how the heck he's gonna get out of it and push his cousin into it. Of course, the throne could be taken away all together...you never know. These things have a tendency to fix themselves.
Unlike most wolves, Benvolio doesn't mind the presence of the dogs, which makes him even more of a black sheep in his family than he was before. He's playful and immature, which is why he likes them - the ones he's met have been all too happy to horse around with him, whereas a majority of the wolves - even the ones he grew up with - no longer indulge themselves in childish games.
First Post //
Benvolio crouched down playfully, legs spread out wide, tail wagging in the air and barked. His cousin - older than him by a year - looked at him desperately out of the corner of his eye. It was mating season, and Benvolio knew it. There's nothing in the world that's more fun than destroying your family Unfortunates' reputations.
"Benvolio, stop," his cousin said quietly. "I'm workin' here, man."
Benvolio looked at the female he was wooing: a slim grey with long legs and a delicate head. Very pretty. Thus, all the more fun to destroy his reputation.
Benvolio pounced, knocking his cousin to the ground. "How's that for courting?!" he asked triumphantly.
Age // 2
Breed // Arctic Wolf
Gender // Male
Alliance // Headhunters
Fur Colour // White
Eye Colour // Gold
Appearance //
History //
Benvolio doesn't have too much of an extraordinary history. He wasn't abused as a child. Nor did his parents die for noble or natural causes. He was born into a small litter - only three cubs. He was the second born. The first, an elder sister, was pronounced dead at birth. The third born, a younger brother, strayed to close to the wall and was shot down by men and taken home as a trophy. "What a piece of work is man" indeed.
Personality //
Benvolio was born on a cold spring day to the alpha and his mate. Technically he's supposed to be inheriting the position, but he wants nothing to do with it. He's perfectly happy just lounging about all day and chasing his tail. When he was a year old he expressed his contempt for the throne to his father, who was furious and lectured him about being a lazy good for nothing. Since then, Benvolio has put on a brave face in front of his father, and has made it a point to stay away from him as often as possible. His younger cousin is the one who actually wants and deserves the position, so he's currently trying to figure out how the heck he's gonna get out of it and push his cousin into it. Of course, the throne could be taken away all together...you never know. These things have a tendency to fix themselves.
Unlike most wolves, Benvolio doesn't mind the presence of the dogs, which makes him even more of a black sheep in his family than he was before. He's playful and immature, which is why he likes them - the ones he's met have been all too happy to horse around with him, whereas a majority of the wolves - even the ones he grew up with - no longer indulge themselves in childish games.
First Post //
Benvolio crouched down playfully, legs spread out wide, tail wagging in the air and barked. His cousin - older than him by a year - looked at him desperately out of the corner of his eye. It was mating season, and Benvolio knew it. There's nothing in the world that's more fun than destroying your family Unfortunates' reputations.
"Benvolio, stop," his cousin said quietly. "I'm workin' here, man."
Benvolio looked at the female he was wooing: a slim grey with long legs and a delicate head. Very pretty. Thus, all the more fun to destroy his reputation.
Benvolio pounced, knocking his cousin to the ground. "How's that for courting?!" he asked triumphantly.