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Post by Oberon on Oct 30, 2009 14:21:46 GMT -5
Character's Name // Balthazar Age // 4 Breed // Arctic Wolf Gender // Male Alliance // Head Hunters Fur Colour // Mostly white with hints of brown Eye Colour // Auburn Appearance // Appearance details // Scar across muzzle History // (Decided by adopter) Personality // Balthazar is firm but gentle with those around him. He is second in command in the Headhunters pack, though not-so-secretly longs to be alpha. He has the personality for it: he's smart, reacts quickly, works well under pressure and is a born leader. Unfortunately, his cousin Benvolio is currently alpha, though Balthazar knows full well that Benvolio would cast away the title if he had a chance. Because of his cousin's youth, Balthazar is sometimes left to run the pack while Benvolio goes off exploring, or spaces out. Balthazar is extremely patient (especially with his cousin, who likes to taunt him and bother him to "come out and play") and will never raise his voice to anyone - unless they push him too far. He is a brilliant hunter/warrior and doesn't deal well with intruders. Like most of the wolves, he doesn't appreciate the immigration of the dogs and looks down upon them as inferior and slightly stupid.
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Post by greenstreet on Oct 31, 2009 17:25:22 GMT -5
Can I take him?
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Post by Oberon on Oct 31, 2009 17:28:55 GMT -5
Sure! He's yours. Just give me a sample post using him. 150 words.
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Post by greenstreet on Oct 31, 2009 17:52:49 GMT -5
I can do that!
Sample post:
Balthazar burst into the cave, calling out for his cousin to come quickly. A pack of dogs had invaded their territory, and he wouldn't take it lying down.
"Benvolio!" he yelled. "Where the hell did he go?!"
One of the females in the den looked at him and blinked her eyes in alarm. "He's - he's not here," she said. "He left early this morning. Is there a problem, Balthazar?"
"He's gone again?!"
The female nodded, clearly confused.
"Of all the days to disappear, he had to choose today," he grumbled as he trotted back out to a group of waiting males. Most of them were young, all were hunters and warriors. They were the mob that would take down the intruding dogs, no mercy shown.
"Benvolio's missing," he said reluctantly.
"No surprise there," one of the wolf grumbled.
Balthazar shot him a menacing glare. I'd hold my tongue if I were you, friend," he said in an even voice. "He is your alpha, and my cousin. Besides, we have bigger things to worry about at the moment." Balthazar scanned the waiting mob, thinking. All was quiet for a while, and then he spoke once more, "We will go without him. We still have strength in our numbers, and the advantage of the fight being on our own turf. Leave no dog alive."
With that he jumped down from the raised rock he had been standing on and charged full out into towards the Rockies.
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Post by Oberon on Oct 31, 2009 17:54:00 GMT -5
Accepted!
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