Post by Siriylle on Oct 5, 2013 3:59:09 GMT
An image of your character may be included in your application if you choose; however, make sure that you either have permission to use the image / that they are free for use, or that it belongs to you. The use of copyrighted images will not be tolerated, and will result in the non-acceptance of your application.
BASICS
Name: Siriyelle [sir-ee-ell]
Gender: Male
Age: Four years, born in April.
APPEARANCE
Eye Colour: Amber.
Base Coat Colour: Greys and browns.
Markings: Agouti. One gradiated cream patch over his shoulders.
Build: His weight is average for a Eurasian wolf, not too bulky and not too thin, giving him a formidable but not overbearing or unfair balance between brute strength and agility. For what his weight doesn't cover, his height does. Standing at just under 3 feet at the shoulder Siriylle is fast on his feet and would easily give any dog a run for their money.
Description: Decidedly average are the words to describe Siriylle with; the only thing all that flashy about him being his name. Even the amber tinged eyes are average of any wolf one would encounter in their travels. His coat, while in high contrast of itself with every shade of brown and grey is also average save for one lighter splotch resting just below his shoulders. What other would take as mediocre in flash, he takes as a blessing from the wolven Gods as he is easily blend-able with almost all the of nature's colours; red and browns for the tones of the rocks as well as the browns and greys of tree bark. As record would recall though, one of the Gods is a trickster which Siriylle accounts for with the cream patch behind his shoulders.
PERSONALITY
Temperament:
For the most part, Siriylle is predictable in nature up to a certain and his degrees of personality can be counted on whether or not he is impressed, is fond of you or what side of the den he woke up on. He'll always lead on like he adores everyone, but those closest to him know much better than that; in fact it might be a sign that if he is overly nice or too friendly, he actually despises you. This makes for good negotiation and excellent socialization skills as few actually know how his wolven brain ticks as he always acts as though every wolf is equal under his watch, and he knows how to stroke anyone's ego better than any other wolf he's encountered.
He's supremely flirtatious and perverse in nature which often gets him into a bit of trouble but nothing he can't scuffle himself out of. Speaking of scuffles, that's something Siriylle is exceptional (in the average sense of the word) at. He'll make you sorry you'd ever stepped foot on his territory (or your own!) with a sharp tongue, and then he'll add injury to insult if it pleases him. As can be imagined, he has quite a temper with a wild streak of unadulterated rage when provoked (or whenever it just tickles his fancy) which is sometimes harsh news to those who think of him as kind and forgiving. Adrenaline is top of this wolf's list of favourites.
Strengths: Word of mouth; intelligence.
Weaknesses: Adrenaline linked rage -- Once he starts, it's nearly impossible to stop.
Quirks: Would rather eat with himself than the pack; he's content to live on small prey.
RELATIONS
Living Relatives: Amecila; sister.
Mate:
History:
Siriylle has always lived in Alaska and knows his native territory like the hairs on his snout, even some the places that weren't taken by his own pack. His lineage here dates back all the way to the start, and his great ol' grandpap would describe "they came from the Gods themselves as the first ever to grace the red rubble among the elemental ones". The elemental ones being those who control the wind and water, fire and earth.
As long as he can remember it's bugged the living hell out of him that dogs were descendants of his own flesh but don't believe in any higher power than the hand that feeds them their gross corn meal from a plastic bowl.
His short term family consisted of him, his two biological parents, one sister and his grandpap. His parents have long since died of old age about a year or so ago, scorned from breeding and not being part of the breeding stock to better the pack. His sister, Amecila, who he was quite fond of was over taken recently by a pack of outcast wolves from a neighbouring pack, furthering the hatred for outsiders.
Today, as part of the pack, he's ambitious to rank up with the new generation in such a cut throat time with the new wolves on arrival.
BASICS
Name: Siriyelle [sir-ee-ell]
Gender: Male
Age: Four years, born in April.
APPEARANCE
Eye Colour: Amber.
Base Coat Colour: Greys and browns.
Markings: Agouti. One gradiated cream patch over his shoulders.
Build: His weight is average for a Eurasian wolf, not too bulky and not too thin, giving him a formidable but not overbearing or unfair balance between brute strength and agility. For what his weight doesn't cover, his height does. Standing at just under 3 feet at the shoulder Siriylle is fast on his feet and would easily give any dog a run for their money.
Description: Decidedly average are the words to describe Siriylle with; the only thing all that flashy about him being his name. Even the amber tinged eyes are average of any wolf one would encounter in their travels. His coat, while in high contrast of itself with every shade of brown and grey is also average save for one lighter splotch resting just below his shoulders. What other would take as mediocre in flash, he takes as a blessing from the wolven Gods as he is easily blend-able with almost all the of nature's colours; red and browns for the tones of the rocks as well as the browns and greys of tree bark. As record would recall though, one of the Gods is a trickster which Siriylle accounts for with the cream patch behind his shoulders.
PERSONALITY
Temperament:
For the most part, Siriylle is predictable in nature up to a certain and his degrees of personality can be counted on whether or not he is impressed, is fond of you or what side of the den he woke up on. He'll always lead on like he adores everyone, but those closest to him know much better than that; in fact it might be a sign that if he is overly nice or too friendly, he actually despises you. This makes for good negotiation and excellent socialization skills as few actually know how his wolven brain ticks as he always acts as though every wolf is equal under his watch, and he knows how to stroke anyone's ego better than any other wolf he's encountered.
He's supremely flirtatious and perverse in nature which often gets him into a bit of trouble but nothing he can't scuffle himself out of. Speaking of scuffles, that's something Siriylle is exceptional (in the average sense of the word) at. He'll make you sorry you'd ever stepped foot on his territory (or your own!) with a sharp tongue, and then he'll add injury to insult if it pleases him. As can be imagined, he has quite a temper with a wild streak of unadulterated rage when provoked (or whenever it just tickles his fancy) which is sometimes harsh news to those who think of him as kind and forgiving. Adrenaline is top of this wolf's list of favourites.
Strengths: Word of mouth; intelligence.
Weaknesses: Adrenaline linked rage -- Once he starts, it's nearly impossible to stop.
Quirks: Would rather eat with himself than the pack; he's content to live on small prey.
RELATIONS
Living Relatives: Amecila; sister.
Mate:
History:
Siriylle has always lived in Alaska and knows his native territory like the hairs on his snout, even some the places that weren't taken by his own pack. His lineage here dates back all the way to the start, and his great ol' grandpap would describe "they came from the Gods themselves as the first ever to grace the red rubble among the elemental ones". The elemental ones being those who control the wind and water, fire and earth.
As long as he can remember it's bugged the living hell out of him that dogs were descendants of his own flesh but don't believe in any higher power than the hand that feeds them their gross corn meal from a plastic bowl.
His short term family consisted of him, his two biological parents, one sister and his grandpap. His parents have long since died of old age about a year or so ago, scorned from breeding and not being part of the breeding stock to better the pack. His sister, Amecila, who he was quite fond of was over taken recently by a pack of outcast wolves from a neighbouring pack, furthering the hatred for outsiders.
Today, as part of the pack, he's ambitious to rank up with the new generation in such a cut throat time with the new wolves on arrival.
