Post by Skaar Skilgannon on Dec 28, 2009 19:52:14 GMT -5
[/color]Skaar Skilgannon
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Dark in the city night is a wire
Steam in the subway earth is afire[/font][/size]
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+Getting to know the real you,
is just as important+
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Woman you want me give me a sign
And catch my breathing even closer behind
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++++Your name: Jon
++++Your Age: 19
++++Your Gender: Male
++++Word In Rules: -Admin Edit-
+Character Information+
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In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
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++++Full Name:Skaar Skilgannon Skaar Skilgannon
++++Nicknames: Streak
++++ Age: 15
++++ Gender: Male
++++Species: Russian Timber Wolf (Gray Wolf Genus
++++Pack: Fenrir Luna (Drappa)
++++Original or Canon? : Original
[/color][/blockquote][/center]+The Personals+
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Smell like I sound I'm lost in a crowd.
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
++++Likes + 5:
The Snow
Venison
hunting
storms
The pack
++++Dislikes + 5:
Bears
Cougars
Loners
Manipulitive females
Rabbit meat
++++ Interesting Habits + 5:
Rolls around on the ground before going to sleep
Always eats away from the pack
Sleeps on his back
Loves to be out in snow storms
Patrols the packs territory every morning
++++ Secrets + 2:
Would like to become Dagga of more than one pack, even if he has to fight to do it.
Wants to start a litter and leave the pack as a legacy to his children
++++Strengths + 4:
Excellent hunter
Very strong
Excellent stamina and tolerance to pain
Good leader.
++++Weaknesses + 4:
Getting a little older
Blind in one eye
Slow to trust
Perhaps a little too protective
+So this is how you look?+
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Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt I'm after you.
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++++Hair:
Course and rough, streaked with silver-ray across one flank.
++++Eyes:
Void dark
++++Weight:
80 kilo's
++++Body type:
Massive, muscular, a hunter born
++++Coat/Fur Color:
Gray with black intermingled into the coat, dominating here and there.
[/color][/blockquote][/center]+What Happened Back Then+
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Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf
++++Birthplace:
The Wilderness of Russia
++++Parents:
Unknown and no doubt deceased
++++ Siblings:
Probably none living
++++ History:
Born and raised in the most savage of places, Skaar was raised in the steppes of Russia by a passing pack that found him as a weak cub. The Dappa who recently lost her entire litter took pity o Skaar and though it was predicted he would grow up to be a weakling she took him in and gave him succor. The pack wandered freely, it's home wide and untaken and yet bears were a constant plauge upon the pack. One in particular, a savage refered to as 'Hang-lip' for his face disfigured during a fight with another creature often attacked the pack , seeming to follow them and kill their members without ryme nor reason. Despite this terror the pack prospered greatly.
Skaar though weak from those days spent huddled in the snow of mother Russia was blessed with incredible strength of will. He forced himself to join every hunting pack that went out, forcing himself to run a little further, a little faster each time. To blood his jaws in the moment of the kill, to become somthing more than the omega. Fuled by the meat of fresh kills and the constant strain on his body Skaar became large and strong. Though some quirk of genetics Skaar grew larger and larger untill he was massive indeed. Weighing a massive eighty kilo's and measuring 2.5 meters in length from tail to nose. Skaar was quickly elevated to the rank of Guardian within the pack and spent much of his time fighting with other, wandering wolves in pack lands or other wildlife.
His moment came when the Dragga of the pack was killed by Hang-lip. While two of the stronger males battled for control of the pack Skaar left silently in the night. Under the full moon he tracked hang-lip to his lair in the western caves. The battle that followed was terrible, lasting most of the night. The scent of blood and terrible howls attracted the pack to the edge of the cave where just before Dawn's first light Skaar emerged, his fur ragged, his flanks rent apart as if by meat hooks and his left eye misted and blind. Despite being badly wounded and on death's door neither of the too wolves challanged Skaar when he became Dagga by rule of the pack.
Skaar's reign was happy yet troubled. In his four years as an alpha he was challanged no less than twenty one times. It was not a challanger by an illness that laid Skaar low however. Illness struck him down and in desperation he stepped down from his position. His recovery was slow, taking almost a year but when his strength returned he left the pack instead of taking up the mantle.
Skaar wandered for a long time untill he came upon Halasia, fresh and untouched by change. This anceint land filled his need for freedom, for the thrill of the hunt. Now as a wolf equal in age to that of a thirty year old human Skaar is in his prime. A massive, powerful wolf with almost limitless vitality. Skaar is the Dagga of the Fenrir Luna pack
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Stalked in the forest too close to hide
I'll be upon you by the moonlight side
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++++ Well now listen up my little pretty’s! This application page was made by Raphael Samedi. The inspiration came from all over the place. Lyrics are from Hungry like the Wolf By Duran Duran. Which I found very relevant to what is going on here at Wolves; Corrupted. This just happens to be my first ever template attempt so be kind. Try not to change anything, change the font colour, size and font style of your own writings. All original colours must stay the same. Leave these credits on or i shall beat you around with a massive stick.