Post by smat on Apr 7, 2007 20:37:53 GMT -5
Name:
Zwear
Meaning:
Doesn't really have a meaning, though it is based off of the Dutch word 'Zwart' witch means 'black'.
Age:
4 summers
Gender:
Male
Pelt Color:
Varies from dark stone gray, almost black, to a light smokey gray, almost white. He also has some brown mixed in upon his poll and muzzle, and back, and tail.
Eye Color:
Pale yellowish blue
Markings:
His front left leg is white up to the knee. Also, a few inches beneath each eye, he has a white dot.
Personality:
To those he doesn't exactly know, he would seem... well.. ruff around the edges. He seemingly has few people skills, or wolf skills, depending on your breed, so whenever he meets someone new, they tend to give him a shifty eye, and a cold shoulder. Though, many do soon warm up to his roughish ways sooner or later, finding them either charming, or seeing them as vital survival skills within the cruel world he calls home. He is not very open to strangers, and is not one to trust easily, you must first prove yourself to him before he even thinks of giving you something as close as his name. Though once befriended, he is a nice fellow to have around, a willing companion. Though he doesn't admit it, it annoys him that many can't see past his gruff nature to his softer side.
Alliance:
Light
History:
For the most part, Zwear's history is unknown, though what is known to the general is those hardships of a normal wolf. At a young age, his dam was killed by poachers, the rest of his kin slain by his sire. He escaped only by pure luck, rolling into the hollow of a log where his sire did not see him while in his blood lust. He was found by another pack that took him in and nurtured him, though when he was three, the lead chased him off out of fear of him. Maby it wasn't fear, though he did have eyes for the alpha's daughter. So, for a year gone the wolf has stayed a traveler, seeking either a land of his own, or a pack to take him on.
Picture:
Zwear
Meaning:
Doesn't really have a meaning, though it is based off of the Dutch word 'Zwart' witch means 'black'.
Age:
4 summers
Gender:
Male
Pelt Color:
Varies from dark stone gray, almost black, to a light smokey gray, almost white. He also has some brown mixed in upon his poll and muzzle, and back, and tail.
Eye Color:
Pale yellowish blue
Markings:
His front left leg is white up to the knee. Also, a few inches beneath each eye, he has a white dot.
Personality:
To those he doesn't exactly know, he would seem... well.. ruff around the edges. He seemingly has few people skills, or wolf skills, depending on your breed, so whenever he meets someone new, they tend to give him a shifty eye, and a cold shoulder. Though, many do soon warm up to his roughish ways sooner or later, finding them either charming, or seeing them as vital survival skills within the cruel world he calls home. He is not very open to strangers, and is not one to trust easily, you must first prove yourself to him before he even thinks of giving you something as close as his name. Though once befriended, he is a nice fellow to have around, a willing companion. Though he doesn't admit it, it annoys him that many can't see past his gruff nature to his softer side.
Alliance:
Light
History:
For the most part, Zwear's history is unknown, though what is known to the general is those hardships of a normal wolf. At a young age, his dam was killed by poachers, the rest of his kin slain by his sire. He escaped only by pure luck, rolling into the hollow of a log where his sire did not see him while in his blood lust. He was found by another pack that took him in and nurtured him, though when he was three, the lead chased him off out of fear of him. Maby it wasn't fear, though he did have eyes for the alpha's daughter. So, for a year gone the wolf has stayed a traveler, seeking either a land of his own, or a pack to take him on.
Picture:
