Post by rosaluna on Feb 3, 2009 17:37:36 GMT -5
Saerj
the character
name: Saerj
age: 8 years
gender: male
pack: loner for now, may be interested in Auryn
rank: (your Alpha will update this)
appearance: Saerj is a handsome, mature wolf who is very comfortable with himself and knows his limits. He has a very strong build, very sturdy with rippling muscles covering every inch of his body underneath a hide of grey and white. He is an unusually large wolf, coming from a long line of warrior wolves who were specifically bred for fighting. His size and musculature make him more than a little daunting, as does his prowess in a fight. He has lovely blue eyes and short fur that is very close to his body, making for easier maneuverability in a fight.breed, Timber/Warrior wolf, coming from a specific family bred totally for war.
eyes, sky blue
pelt, predominantly white with grey
height, 42"
weight, 180 lbs
other, Yes, he is unusually large and this can also be a drawback, because it is harder to trust a wolf who looks like he was born to kill.
personality: Saerj was raised in an entire family of fighters, warriors down to their very souls, their very hearts. He was instilled with his father's beliefs and views on life, most of which consisted of fighting values and war. He grew up learning how to fight, when to fight, and for what causes to fight.
He doesn't say much, but when he does speak, one had better listen because he probably has something important to say. He is a slow thinker, liking to mull things over for awhile before deciding, but on the battlefield his reactions are instinctual and incredibly fast. He is a fighter, there is no doubt about that, but he will not fight unless he has a good reason. He is not stupid, but his smarts are on the battlefield or hunting, not pack politics or clever manipulation of those around him. Everything you see is at face value, he tends not to hide anything because if he did, perhaps wolves would be less afraid of him.
Fear is a motivator, he believes, but he himself is not afraid of much. Gun-wielding humans hardly faze him; he's been shot twice by humans and escaped without life-threatening wounds.
His temper is...complicated. He can be angry for a few minutes before he actually shows it, and by then it might just be too late. At other times, his anger comes out right away or he can keep it to himself for long periods of time. He is very serious and humor is probably not in his vocabulary.
history: As stated above, Saerj grew up in a warrior clan. Everyone in his family was born with sturdy limbs, big bones, chests and massive amounts of power. His own father was a huge wolf standing at 46" and could best anyone in the clan who would dare to challenge him to a duel. Fighting was an everyday thing for him as he grew up. He and his littermates were taught that fighting built character and only the strongest and the fittest would survive. They fought amongst themselves, careful not the maim or wound but only to pin down to the point where, in a real fight, the pup would be dead. As they grew up, the fights got more vicious and it was not uncommon to have battles between two wolves last as long as an hour and both come away with grievous wounds that would leave impressive scars.
Saerj was no exception. He got in plenty of fights himself but only lost a couple, after which he learned from his mistakes. He has his own scars from those battles as he was growing up, and more.
When he was of age to take care of himself, he realized that being with the pack was not how he could better himself, become a better fighter and wolf. He had to go out into the world and fend for himself, brave the wilds and the humans. So he left. For him this was a rite of passage in the world of the warriors, but he really had no intention of returning to his birthpack. Ever.
As he wandered he encountered the challenges he had wished for. A human settlement that chased him out when he stole their prize sheep, a bull moose that tried to defend its young one. That battle had left him with new scars, but a good meal. Rabid wolves, dogs, wicked wolves or starving wolves or just wolves defending their territory all fell beneath him. He defeated all of these, except for the bull moose, almost easily and wanted something more. So he attacked a human. Unfortunately, humans had friends with big guns who used these weapons to defend each other. When he was about to rip the man's throat open, a blast of pain had erupted on his right haunch and another directly below it. Bullets. Although he had had to run to avoid being peppered with more painful bullets that would have probably killed him, he didn't run because he was afraid. It was out of necessity. The bullets had been fired haphazardly, fortunately for him, and while one embedded itself in his bone, the other had hit less directly and was pulled out easily. Just one more scar on his hide.
Now he wanders, looking for others like him who enjoy a challenge, pitting themselves against the odds.
lineage:
birthpack: Warrior Clan
sire, Jormandur Daringo
dam, Franny Daringo
siblings, Karigan, alive, Andreas, alivethe roleplayer
ooc name: Loony
age: 16
gender: female
roleplay level: literate
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