Post by downfall347 on Oct 23, 2008 21:51:49 GMT -5
NAME:T’sahrev
NICKNAMES: Coyote (goes by this)
DESIRED RANK: Alpha of all the pack lands
AGE: 5
LOOKS: Coyote is, well, a coyote. His fur like that of tarnished copper, his eyes ablaze in amber, holding in them a cruel cleverness. His lips black, his face narrow, something never reads quiet right when looking at him, as all the pieces to a living being are there and in the right place, only with something more intangible yet more vital than any organ, absent from his heart. He appears the ultimate trickster, a threat to life in all its forms. With his pointed ears, mocking eyes, and sly grin, the Coyote holds the look of a betraying charm, a mocking innocence.
ELEMENT: Arachnids. Lord of the spider, he hides hundreds inside his fur, his pelt a nest for his little deadly minions.
PERSONALITY: Coyote is a sly sort of creature, one of enormous charm and guile. He will make ones heart sore with the sweet words of saints, then plant the seeds for ones destruction. He works to hold every card in every game, to manipulate the immovable and make them his own pawns. His hunger for power and cruelty of spirit cannot be sated. Fear the charming smiles, spurn the kind words, and never trust a Coyote.
EYES: The color of Amber
WINGS: None
HISTORY: His early life is his to know and his alone. However, it can be said that he came from a cave. Emerging one day and taking a deep breath of air before, dancing in the sun, he began to walk. Over mountains and streams, valleys and deserts vaster than the minds eye the Coyote traveled, his joy of the open world too large to contain. Two years, he walked, dancing, looking, drinking in the beautiful lands and all they held.
But, as time went on, he joy faded, and notions of his plot began to enter his mind once again. He was close, he knew it, close to the pack lands, to the four packs who meant ever so much to him. So he departed, now no longer dancing but running. He began to run across wolves, and where the unfortunate encountered Coyote, disaster and ruin soon followed. After all, this was what he did, to sow the seeds of sin and madness, to corrupt the incorruptible and bend a beautiful world to his whims.
He is close, oh so very close, his hungry eyes turned to great and noble pack lands. Coyote is coming, as is ruin.
OTHER INFO: He is a coyote, meaning he is much smaller than most wolves.
MATE: None
PUPS: None
ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn
NICKNAMES: Coyote (goes by this)
DESIRED RANK: Alpha of all the pack lands
AGE: 5
LOOKS: Coyote is, well, a coyote. His fur like that of tarnished copper, his eyes ablaze in amber, holding in them a cruel cleverness. His lips black, his face narrow, something never reads quiet right when looking at him, as all the pieces to a living being are there and in the right place, only with something more intangible yet more vital than any organ, absent from his heart. He appears the ultimate trickster, a threat to life in all its forms. With his pointed ears, mocking eyes, and sly grin, the Coyote holds the look of a betraying charm, a mocking innocence.
ELEMENT: Arachnids. Lord of the spider, he hides hundreds inside his fur, his pelt a nest for his little deadly minions.
PERSONALITY: Coyote is a sly sort of creature, one of enormous charm and guile. He will make ones heart sore with the sweet words of saints, then plant the seeds for ones destruction. He works to hold every card in every game, to manipulate the immovable and make them his own pawns. His hunger for power and cruelty of spirit cannot be sated. Fear the charming smiles, spurn the kind words, and never trust a Coyote.
EYES: The color of Amber
WINGS: None
HISTORY: His early life is his to know and his alone. However, it can be said that he came from a cave. Emerging one day and taking a deep breath of air before, dancing in the sun, he began to walk. Over mountains and streams, valleys and deserts vaster than the minds eye the Coyote traveled, his joy of the open world too large to contain. Two years, he walked, dancing, looking, drinking in the beautiful lands and all they held.
But, as time went on, he joy faded, and notions of his plot began to enter his mind once again. He was close, he knew it, close to the pack lands, to the four packs who meant ever so much to him. So he departed, now no longer dancing but running. He began to run across wolves, and where the unfortunate encountered Coyote, disaster and ruin soon followed. After all, this was what he did, to sow the seeds of sin and madness, to corrupt the incorruptible and bend a beautiful world to his whims.
He is close, oh so very close, his hungry eyes turned to great and noble pack lands. Coyote is coming, as is ruin.
OTHER INFO: He is a coyote, meaning he is much smaller than most wolves.
MATE: None
PUPS: None
ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn