Bane
Sept 22, 2015 18:29:48 GMT -5
Post by Blood on Sept 22, 2015 18:29:48 GMT -5
Name: Bane
Age: Three years of age
Gender: Male
Side: Neutral
Eye Color: Deep golden irises, the white sclera is hidden by blackness
Coat Color: A dark gray, light gray, and smoky gray uniquely pattern Bane's coat and each of his paws are a blood-red color. His face, tail, and left hind leg also bear thin streak markings of the same color.
Physical Build: Normal male wolf size, muscular form, not bulky but toned. Not super fast and lean either but more of the tough fighter build. Has a tear in right ear and his fur is thick and not the softest.
Picture: imgur.com/IQLPim6
Personality: Bane usually keeps to himself and is very serious. He has a great dislike for wolves in packs because if his past and becomes very aggressive if probed by one, to the point of killing. Bane has always felt more comfortable in the dark, so he usually sleeps during the day and awakes and hunts during the night.
History: Born into an evil pack Bane was raised abusively, beaten and neglected. When his mother, the only wolf who showed kindness to him was killed by the pack, he ran away as a pup and was forced to survive on his own. Growing up, the harsh outside world didn't treat him nice either, as a result Bane is cold to any feelings and his emotions are hidden deep within his soul.
Lineage: No one of importance.
Extra Comment: none
Sample Post: A night owl's screech pierced the silent night as Bane silently stepped through a foggy haze in a flat valley, the spring's warming air was going against the winter chilled ground. The fog that loombed around him floated and swirled in a haunting fashion as he crept along, submissively bowing and turning from his dark presence. In the distance he could hear a river gurgling continuously somewhere to his left, speaking to him in a luring voice, beckoning him to come drink if it. Bane, who's eyes glowed golden in the dim moonlight, silently let his paws sink into the moist ground as he neared the misty river. Sensing a disturbance in the foliage behind him, his head swung around, ears erect, eyes focused, and muscles tense, ready for anything that was lurking in the shadows.
Age: Three years of age
Gender: Male
Side: Neutral
Eye Color: Deep golden irises, the white sclera is hidden by blackness
Coat Color: A dark gray, light gray, and smoky gray uniquely pattern Bane's coat and each of his paws are a blood-red color. His face, tail, and left hind leg also bear thin streak markings of the same color.
Physical Build: Normal male wolf size, muscular form, not bulky but toned. Not super fast and lean either but more of the tough fighter build. Has a tear in right ear and his fur is thick and not the softest.
Picture: imgur.com/IQLPim6
Personality: Bane usually keeps to himself and is very serious. He has a great dislike for wolves in packs because if his past and becomes very aggressive if probed by one, to the point of killing. Bane has always felt more comfortable in the dark, so he usually sleeps during the day and awakes and hunts during the night.
History: Born into an evil pack Bane was raised abusively, beaten and neglected. When his mother, the only wolf who showed kindness to him was killed by the pack, he ran away as a pup and was forced to survive on his own. Growing up, the harsh outside world didn't treat him nice either, as a result Bane is cold to any feelings and his emotions are hidden deep within his soul.
Lineage: No one of importance.
Extra Comment: none
Sample Post: A night owl's screech pierced the silent night as Bane silently stepped through a foggy haze in a flat valley, the spring's warming air was going against the winter chilled ground. The fog that loombed around him floated and swirled in a haunting fashion as he crept along, submissively bowing and turning from his dark presence. In the distance he could hear a river gurgling continuously somewhere to his left, speaking to him in a luring voice, beckoning him to come drink if it. Bane, who's eyes glowed golden in the dim moonlight, silently let his paws sink into the moist ground as he neared the misty river. Sensing a disturbance in the foliage behind him, his head swung around, ears erect, eyes focused, and muscles tense, ready for anything that was lurking in the shadows.