Post by Danst on Jul 5, 2009 15:08:49 GMT -7
Name: Danst
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Age: 8 years old (as he is a grey wolf, this is quite old)
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Pack: Rising Pines
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Gender: Male
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Position: Alpha Male
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Description: Danst is a grey wolf. He is of average height, and well built, despite his age. He has scars covering most of his face and is blind in one of his eyes. Despite this, he still looks very wise and trustworthy. His front left paw is missing, and there is only a stub left, evidence of a horrific memory. He has a notch in his right ear where he was once bitten by a rival wolf. He carries a small, brown bag around his neck which, unknown to others, contains a small patch of pure white fur and a small, wolf tooth.
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Personality: Danst is a very wise wolf. He is very quiet, and caring. However, he has been known to be extremely viscious, brave and daring, but this is not his normal personality. This side of him only surfaces under extreme circumstances.
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History: Danst is an old wolf. As wolves go, he is very old. He has seen and experienced a lot, which has shaped him through and through.
When he was still relatively young, he came across a small pack of wolves living alone in the middle of a forest far, far away. There, he fell in love with the Alpha Female, Snow, a gorgeous, pure white wolf. They where perfect. In those times, Danst was lively, happy, without a care in the world, and a deserving Alpha Male. The others respected him, and he respected them.
During a hunt in the woods one night, Danst was following a rabbit quietly. The only time he ever killed was in times of dire need. Suddenly, all there was, was pain. He was momentarily blinded by it. And then he realised what had happened.
He had stepped in a bear trap. For what felt like hours, but was in fact only a few short minutes, he howled out in pain. Then he heard the sound of wolves approaching. It was two youngsters and Snow. He sighed in relief as they approached, stunned for a second before setting to work. Before they had finished, however, he blacked out.
When he came to, he was back in Snow and his den, grass drawn roughly around where his front left paw used to be. Three days later, Snow gave birth to their daughter, Ether. To Danst, she was as gorgeous as his mate. With Snows looks and Dansts personality, she was a brilliant pup.
About a year after these events, while Danst was out on the hunt, suddenly he heard howls of pain and shouts. Racing back as fast as he could, he was horrified at what he saw.
Lain everywhere across the pack grounds where dead wolves. Many had been taken for fur, most had simply been murdered in cold blood. Rushing between the horrific sights, he hunted for Snow and Ether. But there was no sign of them, save a small patch of snow white fur, and a small tooth.
Since these events, Danst has traveled, never knowing where he will end up.
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Dreams/Secrets: The only dream Danst ever has is of his family, of the time he spent with them, and regretting the time he could have. He dreams of bringing peace to other packs.
His major secret is the contents of the brown bag hanging around his neck.
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In-Character: Danst was sleeping soundly, dreaming of Snow, of Ether. Of that time they had played beside the waterfall, Danst attempting, unsuccessfully, to teach Ether to swim, Snow laughing uncontrolably. Ether could only have been a few months old then. Jerking up, suddenly awake, Danst looked around, swearing he had heard something. He stood up and looked around, before assuring himself it had been nothing. Slowly, he drifted back to sleep, wishing he wouldn't wake up.
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Picture:
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Age: 8 years old (as he is a grey wolf, this is quite old)
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Pack: Rising Pines
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Gender: Male
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Position: Alpha Male
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Description: Danst is a grey wolf. He is of average height, and well built, despite his age. He has scars covering most of his face and is blind in one of his eyes. Despite this, he still looks very wise and trustworthy. His front left paw is missing, and there is only a stub left, evidence of a horrific memory. He has a notch in his right ear where he was once bitten by a rival wolf. He carries a small, brown bag around his neck which, unknown to others, contains a small patch of pure white fur and a small, wolf tooth.
~*~
Personality: Danst is a very wise wolf. He is very quiet, and caring. However, he has been known to be extremely viscious, brave and daring, but this is not his normal personality. This side of him only surfaces under extreme circumstances.
~*~
History: Danst is an old wolf. As wolves go, he is very old. He has seen and experienced a lot, which has shaped him through and through.
When he was still relatively young, he came across a small pack of wolves living alone in the middle of a forest far, far away. There, he fell in love with the Alpha Female, Snow, a gorgeous, pure white wolf. They where perfect. In those times, Danst was lively, happy, without a care in the world, and a deserving Alpha Male. The others respected him, and he respected them.
During a hunt in the woods one night, Danst was following a rabbit quietly. The only time he ever killed was in times of dire need. Suddenly, all there was, was pain. He was momentarily blinded by it. And then he realised what had happened.
He had stepped in a bear trap. For what felt like hours, but was in fact only a few short minutes, he howled out in pain. Then he heard the sound of wolves approaching. It was two youngsters and Snow. He sighed in relief as they approached, stunned for a second before setting to work. Before they had finished, however, he blacked out.
When he came to, he was back in Snow and his den, grass drawn roughly around where his front left paw used to be. Three days later, Snow gave birth to their daughter, Ether. To Danst, she was as gorgeous as his mate. With Snows looks and Dansts personality, she was a brilliant pup.
About a year after these events, while Danst was out on the hunt, suddenly he heard howls of pain and shouts. Racing back as fast as he could, he was horrified at what he saw.
Lain everywhere across the pack grounds where dead wolves. Many had been taken for fur, most had simply been murdered in cold blood. Rushing between the horrific sights, he hunted for Snow and Ether. But there was no sign of them, save a small patch of snow white fur, and a small tooth.
Since these events, Danst has traveled, never knowing where he will end up.
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Dreams/Secrets: The only dream Danst ever has is of his family, of the time he spent with them, and regretting the time he could have. He dreams of bringing peace to other packs.
His major secret is the contents of the brown bag hanging around his neck.
~*~
In-Character: Danst was sleeping soundly, dreaming of Snow, of Ether. Of that time they had played beside the waterfall, Danst attempting, unsuccessfully, to teach Ether to swim, Snow laughing uncontrolably. Ether could only have been a few months old then. Jerking up, suddenly awake, Danst looked around, swearing he had heard something. He stood up and looked around, before assuring himself it had been nothing. Slowly, he drifted back to sleep, wishing he wouldn't wake up.
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