Eske
Apr 10, 2017 22:56:23 GMT -5
Post by Rykett on Apr 10, 2017 22:56:23 GMT -5
Name: Eske
Age: Pup
Gender: Male
Side: Evil
Eye Color: Deep Blue Eyes
Coat Colour: White base coat with varying shades of brown splotches that overlap each other. White butterfly-like markings are sprinkled in some of the darker browns. Purple legs and outer ear.
Physical Build:Eske's build is just enough. Though not exactly a large wolf, Eske is just strong enough to hold his own. Definitely not the most graceful fighter, Eske tends to rely on what strength he has. His muscles don't exactly stand out under his ever ruffled fur, and neither does he appear to be skinny. However, some might say he seems on the edge of being so.
Picture:
Personality: Eske can be clumsy with motions and with words. But, Eske doesn't care what others think of him. He does whatever he wants. He is very fixated on his freedom and free will. However, he feels very vulnerable due to his memory loss. He tries to remind himself of his disability so he won't go charging off on his own, but he tends to forget that, too. Fortunately, he also tends to get lost on his way out of the territory. Eske can be very petty. He would be the kind of wolf that holds grudges, but he's never able to remember them. The one thing that he is able to hold a grudge about is his disability which causes him to become very frustrated and angry.
History: Optional
Lineage:
Deimos x Gaia
|
Zale - Rau - Eske
Extra Comments: This pup has short term memory loss.
Sample Post: A young wolf charged towards the border. His ruffled fur was pushed flat as the wind whistled through his ears. It was a particularly windy night and Eske was galloping straight into the blast. The howling sound of the air deafening his ears from any call demanding him to return. Even if Eske could hear them, he wouldn't listen. He wanted to be free! This last argument had been the final straw! At least, Eske thought it was. He'd be arguing with with the stupid older wolves. Eske couldn't remember their names, but they'd been bragging about their stupid rites. He had told them he didn't care, but they hadn't taken that well. The stupid one-eyed one had pushed Eske over and the stupid purple-eyed one had demanded Eske get him a snake. Eske had refused! ... refused to do what now?
Eske's blue eyes blinked, watering at the dryness caused by the wind. He slowed his frantic pace to a walk. Why had he been running? It wasn't like anyone was chasing him. Was someone chasing him? Eske paused and hesitantly checked behind him. Nope, nobody chasing. Eske frowned at the suddenly unfamiliar landscape around him. Where was he? The pup sat, cocking his head, trying to remember. The wind whipped around his small figure. Somehow this confusion felt familiar. He was supposed to say something when this happened. What was it? "H-hello?" he ventured. His words were taken by the wind. Eske closed his eyes and focused, then the words came almost instinctively to his lips. "My name is Eske. I have short term memory loss. I live in Midnight Silence." They'd been drilled into him by his parents so he could manage to recall them whenever he forgot again. He'd forgotten again hadn't he? Eske growled and stamped the ground. It wasn't fair! Why did he, of all wolves, have to keep forgetting? Eske wandering back the way he'd come, unsure of exactly what direction home was in.
Age: Pup
Gender: Male
Side: Evil
Eye Color: Deep Blue Eyes
Coat Colour: White base coat with varying shades of brown splotches that overlap each other. White butterfly-like markings are sprinkled in some of the darker browns. Purple legs and outer ear.
Physical Build:Eske's build is just enough. Though not exactly a large wolf, Eske is just strong enough to hold his own. Definitely not the most graceful fighter, Eske tends to rely on what strength he has. His muscles don't exactly stand out under his ever ruffled fur, and neither does he appear to be skinny. However, some might say he seems on the edge of being so.
Picture:
Personality: Eske can be clumsy with motions and with words. But, Eske doesn't care what others think of him. He does whatever he wants. He is very fixated on his freedom and free will. However, he feels very vulnerable due to his memory loss. He tries to remind himself of his disability so he won't go charging off on his own, but he tends to forget that, too. Fortunately, he also tends to get lost on his way out of the territory. Eske can be very petty. He would be the kind of wolf that holds grudges, but he's never able to remember them. The one thing that he is able to hold a grudge about is his disability which causes him to become very frustrated and angry.
History: Optional
Lineage:
Deimos x Gaia
|
Zale - Rau - Eske
Extra Comments: This pup has short term memory loss.
Sample Post: A young wolf charged towards the border. His ruffled fur was pushed flat as the wind whistled through his ears. It was a particularly windy night and Eske was galloping straight into the blast. The howling sound of the air deafening his ears from any call demanding him to return. Even if Eske could hear them, he wouldn't listen. He wanted to be free! This last argument had been the final straw! At least, Eske thought it was. He'd be arguing with with the stupid older wolves. Eske couldn't remember their names, but they'd been bragging about their stupid rites. He had told them he didn't care, but they hadn't taken that well. The stupid one-eyed one had pushed Eske over and the stupid purple-eyed one had demanded Eske get him a snake. Eske had refused! ... refused to do what now?
Eske's blue eyes blinked, watering at the dryness caused by the wind. He slowed his frantic pace to a walk. Why had he been running? It wasn't like anyone was chasing him. Was someone chasing him? Eske paused and hesitantly checked behind him. Nope, nobody chasing. Eske frowned at the suddenly unfamiliar landscape around him. Where was he? The pup sat, cocking his head, trying to remember. The wind whipped around his small figure. Somehow this confusion felt familiar. He was supposed to say something when this happened. What was it? "H-hello?" he ventured. His words were taken by the wind. Eske closed his eyes and focused, then the words came almost instinctively to his lips. "My name is Eske. I have short term memory loss. I live in Midnight Silence." They'd been drilled into him by his parents so he could manage to recall them whenever he forgot again. He'd forgotten again hadn't he? Eske growled and stamped the ground. It wasn't fair! Why did he, of all wolves, have to keep forgetting? Eske wandering back the way he'd come, unsure of exactly what direction home was in.