Post by Tyrothen on Aug 6, 2012 11:27:41 GMT -5
My name isn’t important.
[/color]I don’t even know who I am.[/center]
[/b] Tyrothen Sicklehart
nicknames: N/A
gender: Male
birth season: Autumn
age: 3
moral alignment: Chaotic Neutral
orientation As if he knew?
species: Wolf
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How was I supposed to know who to be?
[/color]Which part of me was the one that didn’t give a damn?[/center]
[/b] Navy
eye color: Amber Dappled Silver
markings: Five silver dots under his left eye, the same silver sprinkles his fur the further down his bodice you look.
mutations: A single spike juts out from his right elbow in the same shade as the dots under his eyes. It extends to about half a foot straight up past his back.
height and weight: 5’ 6’, 233lbs.
distinguishing features: Tyrothen’s voice is gravelly at best, having some sort of defect with his voice box.
any disabilities: He was born with nerve ending damage, and as such he is unable to feel physical pain.
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I am my own asylum.
[/color]That’s all I’ve figured out.[/center]
[/b] When Crazy: Tearing things apart, laughing maniacally, being sadistic, chasing hopeless prey, being unusual. When Not Crazy: Being the one people turn to for help, helping his pack, being loyal.
dislikes: Sitting still, being ignored, unfulfilling his duty, cubs, things that cry.
strengths: Tracking prey over long distances, controlling his crazy side (to an extent), reliable, holding his own, caring.
weaknesses: Talking fluently, understanding why things cry, lacks the ability to feel physical pain, knowing how to fully control himself, caring.
personality overview: Tyrothen likes to think he’s noble, but in affairs other than those with his packmates, he tends to be aggressive and cynical. His latent psychosis tends to only come out when he’s hunting, but he’s found that it nibbles at his mind, creeping over it slowly like a cancer when he talks to others of his kind. Because of this, he tends to try to be dark and mysterious, and hide himself from others, so that way he can hide himself from himself. [/ul][/size][/blockquote]
Mom and dad raised me right.
[/color]I, myself, with so much doubt.[/center]
[/b] Amoravine Undine, deceased
father: Sulfur Sicklehart, deceased
siblings: 2, unknown
others: N/A
history overview:The brute was born in a place that was hot and unfitting for wolves. A nearby volcano rumbled at the pack from time to time, and they howled right back. One day, he was exploring the hot springs with his fellow cubs. They soon learned it was not a hot spring, but a leak of some kind of gas. Two of his siblings fell asleep there, and never woke up. Afterwards, he found his voice to be like the sound of stepping on glass and gravel.[/ul][/size][/blockquote]
Nothing but a roaming mutt.
[/color]Living to die in a rut. [/center]
[/b]: Lazulel
rp experience: Approximately 2 years.
have you read the rules? Yup!
where did you find us? Ruby Moonlight![/ul][/size][/blockquote]
