Post by Carcharoth on May 15, 2009 6:48:44 GMT -5
Once you have become a fully fledged member of the Balkar, please enter a description of your character here and also in addition the NPC character you may or may not wish to adopt.
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Name: Carcharoth
Appearance: Enormous in bulk with thick muscle around his forelegs and hindquarters. Thick neck fur and muscles. Loose skin that hangs around the underbelly and shifts when on the move. Only one ear (his right one) and one good eye that is emerald green (right one also) the left side has no ear and a milky white eye. Pretty much built to kill.
Position: First
Personality: Rather charming, despite his grotesque appearance. His patience is rather thin when dealing with other males, yet females he has a slight soft spot for (of course he only feels they have one purpose in life, and that's 'entertainment'). When angry he is a force to be reckoned with.
History: He was the son of the alpha pair in a pack over the reach of the Carpathian Range. He grew up to be strong and cold, a promising warrior and protector of the pack. However at night he tended to speak of Wolfbane, or curse those who did wrong under the evil god's name. His father became irritated and furious with his son's antics and fought with him one night, taring at Carcharoth's left ear during sleep and scratched deeply into his left eye as he leapt from from the jaws of an angry and waking Carcharoth.
The fight was over swiftly as though Carcharoth was made for the kill...he knew never to kill the varg of his own blood - as it was only Wolfbane's wish to set him free form their clutches and to seek a pack that would truly accept him; the Balkar.
Affilations: Draeg, Exerci...and a few others perhaps
Name: Xander
Appearance: Slim, near skinny, with a thin, light grey pelt that's flee bitten in many places. Scrawny and pathetic excuse for a tail. Grey/blue eyes. Longer legs with muscle - built for the chase and sly hunt.
Position: Nihtgenge
Personality: Slightly insane, cackles and laughs hysterically at odd moments. Always jibbers nonsense.
History: He was born to a Kerl mother and was the only cub who survived. She was killed by a cougar on a hunting trip when he was only 3 moons and he was adopted by a male kerl. He was taught how to hunt, and due to the lack of food either caught in the Kerl lands, he grew skinny and slightly mad with hunger. Soon the madness took over his hunger and he left the Kerl male and headed for the balkar lands.
Affilations: None to name
Name:
Appearance:
Position: (Lacan, Nihtgenge?)
Personality:
History:
Affilations: (if you have any, i don't think your NPC will, but your own character might have a few enemies, or friends you might want to include here etc)
Appearance:
Position: (Lacan, Nihtgenge?)
Personality:
History:
Affilations: (if you have any, i don't think your NPC will, but your own character might have a few enemies, or friends you might want to include here etc)
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Name: Carcharoth
Appearance: Enormous in bulk with thick muscle around his forelegs and hindquarters. Thick neck fur and muscles. Loose skin that hangs around the underbelly and shifts when on the move. Only one ear (his right one) and one good eye that is emerald green (right one also) the left side has no ear and a milky white eye. Pretty much built to kill.
Position: First
Personality: Rather charming, despite his grotesque appearance. His patience is rather thin when dealing with other males, yet females he has a slight soft spot for (of course he only feels they have one purpose in life, and that's 'entertainment'). When angry he is a force to be reckoned with.
History: He was the son of the alpha pair in a pack over the reach of the Carpathian Range. He grew up to be strong and cold, a promising warrior and protector of the pack. However at night he tended to speak of Wolfbane, or curse those who did wrong under the evil god's name. His father became irritated and furious with his son's antics and fought with him one night, taring at Carcharoth's left ear during sleep and scratched deeply into his left eye as he leapt from from the jaws of an angry and waking Carcharoth.
The fight was over swiftly as though Carcharoth was made for the kill...he knew never to kill the varg of his own blood - as it was only Wolfbane's wish to set him free form their clutches and to seek a pack that would truly accept him; the Balkar.
Affilations: Draeg, Exerci...and a few others perhaps
Name: Xander
Appearance: Slim, near skinny, with a thin, light grey pelt that's flee bitten in many places. Scrawny and pathetic excuse for a tail. Grey/blue eyes. Longer legs with muscle - built for the chase and sly hunt.
Position: Nihtgenge
Personality: Slightly insane, cackles and laughs hysterically at odd moments. Always jibbers nonsense.
History: He was born to a Kerl mother and was the only cub who survived. She was killed by a cougar on a hunting trip when he was only 3 moons and he was adopted by a male kerl. He was taught how to hunt, and due to the lack of food either caught in the Kerl lands, he grew skinny and slightly mad with hunger. Soon the madness took over his hunger and he left the Kerl male and headed for the balkar lands.
Affilations: None to name
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