Post by cptkickercutleg on Oct 27, 2011 18:53:52 GMT -6
Name: Graal
Gender: Male
Race: Wolf
Sub-Race: N/A
Breed: Grey Wolf
Pack: N/A
Rank: N/A
Appearance:
Graal is a grizzled wolf for his age, time apart from others of his kind has given him much time for contemplation and deep thoughts, his mind is deep and full of complex ideologies and concepts, he has been to many places and seen much. His grey fur is dappled with darker and lighter patches that covers his numerous knotted scars. He is not particularly tall for a wolf, though his shoulders are broad, and could develop further into stronger wolves if Graal ever decides to train, but he prefers to talk his way out of a fight rather than fight his way out of trouble.
Personality:
Although he seeks companionship in any pack that is willing to accept him, he is not looking to be accepted as a fighter, but as a teacher and a carer, he has finally realised that if he remains a wanderer, he will slowly lose his mind to the wandering spirits of Shinkou.
Graal is relatively peaceful, always asking permission to tread on lands owned by other packs, wanting to learn more, wanting to pass on what he knows and wanting to please others by offering his assistance. However, his honour is the one thing that he has struggled to maintain during his life, and he will rise to the bait if he is insulted enough.
Magic: N/A
Skills: He is a skilled runner and teller of tales, both of these skills usually let him bypass the need to fight for his life.
Biography:
The lessons of life are often the hardest lessons to learn, the lessons of living, harder so.
My name is Graal, and my story is short, though not without deep regret and bitterness.
This is the way of life, and as it should be.
I began far, far to the west, where the sun set deep into the lush green oceans of conifer and birch.
I had a pack once, the Otonami Pack, and we ran free and wild, uncontested in our land.
Then came the year without water.
Not one day did it rain during that time.
The forests cracked and crumbled, suffering deep pain with the deaths of it's denizens, many of which were my brothers and sisters.
Those of us who had weaker ties to the pack, we left.
It was not a proud moment, the decision to turn tail and flee, run from the land which I called home since by birth.
I ran east, following week-old trails of Elk and Boar alike, following them to the pitiful excuses for watering holes, tiny puddles, insect filled swamps where the water crunched.
But I survived, which is how I tell you this now.
I kept going, following trails of my fellow wolves when I could. I was following a trail made by a small group of wolves, barely hours old, it looked like 2 pups, a large male, and a small female. A family. They ambushed me when I stopped to rest, pinning me to the ground, and I was amazed at the ferocity of that wolf who stood on my ribs, looking down at me as I flattened against the floor, signifying my defeat and surrender, he asked me who I was, and I told him.
He said he'd never heard of the Otonami Pack, and that I was lying, I begged him, told him that I wasn't lying, told him who was the Alpha, the leader of our pack, and he had never heard of my Alpha, and said that no wolves lived in the western lands, they were dead. He told me that a fire killed them all, that the humans started it.
He let me up, told me to stay away, to keep from his family, his pack.
I ran further east, trying to distance myself from the burning of my heart , but a wolf cannot escape himself.
So I ran here, to this land of spirits and magic, to a land I never thought existed.
I am here, and I am here to stay, at least for a while.
The only question now, is what you will do with me, where will I go, and what will happen in this land?
Yes.
I think I will stay for a while.
Gender: Male
Race: Wolf
Sub-Race: N/A
Breed: Grey Wolf
Pack: N/A
Rank: N/A
Appearance:
Graal is a grizzled wolf for his age, time apart from others of his kind has given him much time for contemplation and deep thoughts, his mind is deep and full of complex ideologies and concepts, he has been to many places and seen much. His grey fur is dappled with darker and lighter patches that covers his numerous knotted scars. He is not particularly tall for a wolf, though his shoulders are broad, and could develop further into stronger wolves if Graal ever decides to train, but he prefers to talk his way out of a fight rather than fight his way out of trouble.
Personality:
Although he seeks companionship in any pack that is willing to accept him, he is not looking to be accepted as a fighter, but as a teacher and a carer, he has finally realised that if he remains a wanderer, he will slowly lose his mind to the wandering spirits of Shinkou.
Graal is relatively peaceful, always asking permission to tread on lands owned by other packs, wanting to learn more, wanting to pass on what he knows and wanting to please others by offering his assistance. However, his honour is the one thing that he has struggled to maintain during his life, and he will rise to the bait if he is insulted enough.
Magic: N/A
Skills: He is a skilled runner and teller of tales, both of these skills usually let him bypass the need to fight for his life.
Biography:
The lessons of life are often the hardest lessons to learn, the lessons of living, harder so.
My name is Graal, and my story is short, though not without deep regret and bitterness.
This is the way of life, and as it should be.
I began far, far to the west, where the sun set deep into the lush green oceans of conifer and birch.
I had a pack once, the Otonami Pack, and we ran free and wild, uncontested in our land.
Then came the year without water.
Not one day did it rain during that time.
The forests cracked and crumbled, suffering deep pain with the deaths of it's denizens, many of which were my brothers and sisters.
Those of us who had weaker ties to the pack, we left.
It was not a proud moment, the decision to turn tail and flee, run from the land which I called home since by birth.
I ran east, following week-old trails of Elk and Boar alike, following them to the pitiful excuses for watering holes, tiny puddles, insect filled swamps where the water crunched.
But I survived, which is how I tell you this now.
I kept going, following trails of my fellow wolves when I could. I was following a trail made by a small group of wolves, barely hours old, it looked like 2 pups, a large male, and a small female. A family. They ambushed me when I stopped to rest, pinning me to the ground, and I was amazed at the ferocity of that wolf who stood on my ribs, looking down at me as I flattened against the floor, signifying my defeat and surrender, he asked me who I was, and I told him.
He said he'd never heard of the Otonami Pack, and that I was lying, I begged him, told him that I wasn't lying, told him who was the Alpha, the leader of our pack, and he had never heard of my Alpha, and said that no wolves lived in the western lands, they were dead. He told me that a fire killed them all, that the humans started it.
He let me up, told me to stay away, to keep from his family, his pack.
I ran further east, trying to distance myself from the burning of my heart , but a wolf cannot escape himself.
So I ran here, to this land of spirits and magic, to a land I never thought existed.
I am here, and I am here to stay, at least for a while.
The only question now, is what you will do with me, where will I go, and what will happen in this land?
Yes.
I think I will stay for a while.