Post by Casden on May 21, 2012 7:57:31 GMT -5
Character Name: Casden Ma'iinga
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
History:
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
History:
Casden was born to Jurale Ma'innga and Hana Akuma in the dense forest bordering the lands. He was raised in a small, distant pack that never really had anything to do with outsiders, though they were very friendly and kind. Shortly after his first birthday, Casden's family was raided and killed when he was out attempting his first hunt, and he has never forgiven himself for the incident. He then journeyed throughout the lands, and, well, here he is.Appearance:
Tall and broad-shouldered, Casden cannot be described as anything less than handsome. He is a lovely shade of alabaster white, rather unusual even for an Artic Wolf. Powerful muscles sewn onto his strong frame, this fact and his pristine fangs make him a magnificent predator. His intelligent eyes are a lovely shade of blue that appear an ominous violet in the proper lighting. Despite his slightly fearful appearance, Casden is actually very kind and caring, and sees the brighter side of even the darkest situation - an optimist the extreme. Loyal to friends and family - lover even more so - he strives to make his loved ones proud.Role-play Example:
The merry songs of colourful birds filled the air of the forest. Tall oak trees and slim willow trees bordered the flower-dotted meadow. A slender deer peacefully grazed, completing the effect of such a tranquil scene.
The deer lifted its delicate head, pricked ears swivelling forwards attentively, observing for a moment. It abruptly turned and raced away just as the shrubbery exploded. A predator was caught up in his chase; a snowy sire in pursuit of a fat cinammon hare. Not once did his cobalt blue gaze shy away from his target. With an abrupt burst of speed, he charged forward and leapt - shifting his weight into his nimble paws, he crashed down upon his victim, and the frail bones of the rabbit's throat snapped underneath his might.
With a sharp bark of triumph, Casden picked up the carcass delicately, attempting to avoid making it bleed, and quickly retraced his steps to the base. Father will be so proud! Mother will be so proud! His excited mantra repeated over and over inside his head like a broken record.
Only when the sire finally arrived at the base of his home did his excitement detoriate. The hare dropped to the soil with a dull thud.
There lay his family, bloody and broken.
Dead.
