Post by shadebone on Aug 9, 2010 12:29:45 GMT -8
Character name: Switchblade
Nicknames: Others call him either switch or blade
Age: 5 years
Sex: Male
Species: Werewolf (Arctic/maned wolf)
Pack: Darkness
Fur color: Snowy white, black only on his right paw, ears, mane and tail tip
Eye color: Sapphire (fancy way to say blue
)
Height: 36 inches at the shoulder
Weight: 109 pounds
Overall: Switchblade has tall lean figure, with a beautiful red coat, and a black mane, ears, tail tip, and paws. Switchblade is a tall wolf that is about 36'’ at his shoulder and is about 5' in length from nose tip to tail tip. Switchblade has small paws that allow his to glide like a cheetah over the land when he’s running at high speeds. His body is Bulky and muscular an edge when fighting without slowing himself down too much. Switchblade has large ears that are able to pick up sounds of mice from under 4 feet of snow. His claws are sharp and black; his nose is keen enough to smell a hare that is 5 miles off. Switchblade overall is a handsome brute with the potential to be a great hunter or an even greater alpha.
[Extra]
Tall- His long legs are long and muscular allowing him to tower over opponents and overpower them
Powerful- His jaw has immense bite-strength, and his claws are extremely sharp for tearing and shredding flesh
Likes: Meat, fighting, obedience, power, moonlight, dark places, torture, making others suffer, hunting, death
Dislikes: disobedience, light, being hungry, anyone who thinks they’re better than him, peace keepers
Fears: losing a fight, dying,
Pet Peeves: He tends to shelter himself and shy away from others, however he has one soft spot that is very narrow in his personality. He longs for a family, and the feeling of raising pups of his own. No matter how cold he may come off, he’s alone, and he doesn’t like it.
Overall: Switchblade is a shady character with quite the dark personality; he loves nothing more than to spill blood and will take any excuse he can get to start a fight. He looks after himself and nobody else, but that doesn't mean he's heartless, he does have a soft spot for pups, and will often show mercy on Faes that have a litter to take care of- rare that he'll offer help but not uncommon when he's in a good mood. Switchblade despises Tamed dogs and humans, he believes that they are weak and insignificant, overall a waste of life and makes it his mission to kill everyone of them off. Some say he may be more kind than his father, Vengeance, at first; obviously more patient, but once you get into his mind, he is no better than any other “demon”. Smart and calm, strategic, are a deadly combination as he is a master hunter and healer, thus the knowing of arteries and soft points on a body is second nature to him. Beware, as he may have more patience than his father, when he snaps he is just as deadly and is an example to follow if you ever hope to make it in “his” world. Not afraid anymore of killing or shedding blood. The two faced Brute is a deadly coin to flip.
Mother: Ash
Father: Vengeance
Siblings: Drake, Creed, thatch
Mate: N/A [searching]
Strong turning points: Being abandoned, His first kill
Overall: Switchblade’s pack was a small pack of loners consisting of six members. All were nut jobs in Switchblade’s opinion. In his pack White wolves were a bad omen. To them a White wolf was like a phantom or a reaper and there for represented death. Naturally they thought that he would bring death to their pack. So fearing the safety of their tiny pack they abandoned him. Switchblade was three months of age when he was abandoned. Switchblade had two choices that day; sit where he was left and whimper hoping they would come back or learn to stand on his own four paws. He chose choice number two. He saw on that day that playing the victim or being too cowardice to take care of ones self leads to what his pack was. From that day on Switchblade made sure he didn’t turn out that way.
The first few months were hell. He was hardly able to catch meals and when he did some grown wolf would be there to steal it. It took him three months to realize he needed to at least try to fight back. His first fight almost killed him. But he soon learned. Sure he didn’t win any fights but he didn’t get close to death. He soon however learned to hunt better and his chances with eating got better. With the food coming more often he had more strength to fight. When he was a year old he won. He won mainly because he taught himself through the many fights how to control his pain tolerance. He was able to ignore small injuries such as scratches or slams and he was able to grunt at large ones such as bites and deep open wounds.
He never stayed in the same place for very long, two days at the most, he would usually move on better chances of fights that way. At the age of two he took down his first big game. He can’t for the life of him remember what it was he just remembers having to fight for it after. It was his first big meal; he didn’t let it go easy. He killed the wolf with minimal injuries and ate for a day. He now wonders alone thanking his pack for leaving him. Had they not, He would have grown up weak and cowardly, just like them.
Nicknames: Others call him either switch or blade
Age: 5 years
Sex: Male
Species: Werewolf (Arctic/maned wolf)
Pack: Darkness
Fur color: Snowy white, black only on his right paw, ears, mane and tail tip
Eye color: Sapphire (fancy way to say blue
)Height: 36 inches at the shoulder
Weight: 109 pounds
Overall: Switchblade has tall lean figure, with a beautiful red coat, and a black mane, ears, tail tip, and paws. Switchblade is a tall wolf that is about 36'’ at his shoulder and is about 5' in length from nose tip to tail tip. Switchblade has small paws that allow his to glide like a cheetah over the land when he’s running at high speeds. His body is Bulky and muscular an edge when fighting without slowing himself down too much. Switchblade has large ears that are able to pick up sounds of mice from under 4 feet of snow. His claws are sharp and black; his nose is keen enough to smell a hare that is 5 miles off. Switchblade overall is a handsome brute with the potential to be a great hunter or an even greater alpha.
[Extra]
Tall- His long legs are long and muscular allowing him to tower over opponents and overpower them
Powerful- His jaw has immense bite-strength, and his claws are extremely sharp for tearing and shredding flesh
Likes: Meat, fighting, obedience, power, moonlight, dark places, torture, making others suffer, hunting, death
Dislikes: disobedience, light, being hungry, anyone who thinks they’re better than him, peace keepers
Fears: losing a fight, dying,
Pet Peeves: He tends to shelter himself and shy away from others, however he has one soft spot that is very narrow in his personality. He longs for a family, and the feeling of raising pups of his own. No matter how cold he may come off, he’s alone, and he doesn’t like it.
Overall: Switchblade is a shady character with quite the dark personality; he loves nothing more than to spill blood and will take any excuse he can get to start a fight. He looks after himself and nobody else, but that doesn't mean he's heartless, he does have a soft spot for pups, and will often show mercy on Faes that have a litter to take care of- rare that he'll offer help but not uncommon when he's in a good mood. Switchblade despises Tamed dogs and humans, he believes that they are weak and insignificant, overall a waste of life and makes it his mission to kill everyone of them off. Some say he may be more kind than his father, Vengeance, at first; obviously more patient, but once you get into his mind, he is no better than any other “demon”. Smart and calm, strategic, are a deadly combination as he is a master hunter and healer, thus the knowing of arteries and soft points on a body is second nature to him. Beware, as he may have more patience than his father, when he snaps he is just as deadly and is an example to follow if you ever hope to make it in “his” world. Not afraid anymore of killing or shedding blood. The two faced Brute is a deadly coin to flip.
Mother: Ash
Father: Vengeance
Siblings: Drake, Creed, thatch
Mate: N/A [searching]
Strong turning points: Being abandoned, His first kill
Overall: Switchblade’s pack was a small pack of loners consisting of six members. All were nut jobs in Switchblade’s opinion. In his pack White wolves were a bad omen. To them a White wolf was like a phantom or a reaper and there for represented death. Naturally they thought that he would bring death to their pack. So fearing the safety of their tiny pack they abandoned him. Switchblade was three months of age when he was abandoned. Switchblade had two choices that day; sit where he was left and whimper hoping they would come back or learn to stand on his own four paws. He chose choice number two. He saw on that day that playing the victim or being too cowardice to take care of ones self leads to what his pack was. From that day on Switchblade made sure he didn’t turn out that way.
The first few months were hell. He was hardly able to catch meals and when he did some grown wolf would be there to steal it. It took him three months to realize he needed to at least try to fight back. His first fight almost killed him. But he soon learned. Sure he didn’t win any fights but he didn’t get close to death. He soon however learned to hunt better and his chances with eating got better. With the food coming more often he had more strength to fight. When he was a year old he won. He won mainly because he taught himself through the many fights how to control his pain tolerance. He was able to ignore small injuries such as scratches or slams and he was able to grunt at large ones such as bites and deep open wounds.
He never stayed in the same place for very long, two days at the most, he would usually move on better chances of fights that way. At the age of two he took down his first big game. He can’t for the life of him remember what it was he just remembers having to fight for it after. It was his first big meal; he didn’t let it go easy. He killed the wolf with minimal injuries and ate for a day. He now wonders alone thanking his pack for leaving him. Had they not, He would have grown up weak and cowardly, just like them.
