Post by Mitsukai on Feb 25, 2007 18:59:50 GMT -5
Proclaimed: Kinza
How old:3 years
Born when: September 21st
Gender: Male
Breed: Unknown
Personality: Kinza is rather quiet and always has been. He is a bit of a tough guy when you get him riled up but don't underestimate him. Calm and level headed he knows how to make decisions in all types of situations but still looks for advice in those who are able to befriend him.
Stubborn til the end he hates to be pushed around by lesser wolves or ones he know he could easily beat. HIs life has made him put up many high walls so he is hard to understand and harder to befriend. Trust isn't given out easily and he's never had a true friend. Once he's your friend though he's loyal to the end and will greatfully fight for you and risk his own life to save those he loves.
Appearance: Kinza is a very large wolf standing three and a half feet at his shoulder. HIs pelt is mostly black but is speckled with grey and white which makes him not a black wolf but not a large timber wolf either. Part of his muzzle is white along with a band across his chest and the tip of his long and bushy tail.
Though he's large he is anything but clumsy. His legs are long and his body lean though it is obvious he's done much fighting in his life. He has a huge scar down the side of his face that hooks down over his muzzle and then goes down to his nose where it looks like a part of its been gouged out. He has many more that riddle his pelt along with three bullet scars on his right shoulder due to his past. His eyes are a soft and glowing yellow.
History: Kinza was born into a viscious pack in a time when fighting was spreading through out the lands. He had to fight for everything he got and even to feed from his mother. His brother was much larger than himself and was seen to be the next pack leader, that is until a much larger pack attacked the one the young Kinza lived in. It was then that he earned his huge scar down his face and that he lost most of his memory. He was left to die by his pack and most of all his brother...but he didn't die he lived thanks to the attacking pack members leader.
He had a brief moment of happiness while he lived with the large pack. He even had a mate until hunters came and killed everyone. He ran for his life after he watched his mate Lily struck down by a gun. He's lived on his own ever since and only remembers his life after the viscious pack he once lived in. He knows not where he came from and is tough as stone after the pain that put up walls around him.
Sample RPG: Huge paws were placed surprisingly quietly as he walked through the pine forest his head low and his tail dragging the ground. Blood trickled from his shoulder and neck as he trudged onwards with a cold wind stinging his nose and ears. He pinned his ears close to his head as paws were placed heavily one in front of the other. He'd just been in a fight with a pack leader for passing through their territory. He'd won but he'd quickly left afterwards as the pack tried to figure out who the new leader would be.
When would his life just stop? And all the pain he'd ever felt and still felt end? Obviously not today but...one never knows. As these thoughts flitted through his huge and noble head a soft snow started to fall and than it turned into a blizzard. Walking blindly through the snow he finally collapsed right on the edge of the forest. He gave a sigh as eyes closed and the snow fell lighter drifting down to cover the half sleeping brute as blood stained the pure snow. The pain would stop....but not today.