BEING ON the moon makes me feel KIND OF HAPPY

Character Bio

Name: Shadowfax
Age: 8 years
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Black Sclera, Black Iris
Height: 32 inches
Weight: 70 pounds
Build: Shadowfax is leggy, narrow, and slender (ref). He is physically unimpressive and not particularly strong. He is, however, decently quick and "slinky." Due to his thin build, his endurance is high. He doesn't need to eat as much as other wolves to go the distance. I suppose if he were a human athlete he would be a cross country runner... minus the tiny shorts - he would never wear anything so frivolous. Anyway, his snout is long and narrow. His ears are quite large and pointed. His tail is long. His fur is short, of average thickness, and very greasy. He has large paws and high, narrow-set eyes.
Coloration: Shadowfax has a white face, but the end of his snout is black. His nose is black. The rest of him is an uneven, smoky gray with black points.
Personality: Shadowfax is gloomy and depressed. Always. He is very dramatic and woeful. He doesn't talk a whole lot, and when he does he speaks plainly. If you get him going, with dramatic end of the world talk or something of the like, he might go a little Shakespeare and start speaking with strange syntax. He is an artist and an academic at heart, but for the most part he feels uncomfortable expressing himself. He is honest (except when he's keeping secrets, which he keeps a lot of) but also very guarded. He doesn't trust easily. In fact, he likes to think he has clever ways of testing others for their trustworthiness. He can be quite sarcastic, but it almost isn't on purpose - it's just how he interprets everything. He doesn't do much about anything - he just deals with it. He avoids conflict and physical aggression like the plague, but he will stand up to fight for those he is loyal to (usually other outcasts, which he considers himself to be). He automatically dislikes "jock" types and pompous attitudes. I could just go on and on, but I'll stop there, you get the idea.
History: He was casted out of his previous pack for poisoning the children with stories of impending doom, death, and disaster. His mental state was judged unhealthy and infectious. He has since wandered into Moladion, a worthless, despicable, and lonely soul.
Imprintability: Imprintable



OOC Information

Name: Lucky
Rules Read? Yes
Word Minimum? 200
How did you find us? Toulouse referred me.
Email: luckyduckhundred@gmail.com
Chatango: luckyduckhundred
Skype: luckyduckhundred
Birthday: November 9
Sample: The first faintly glowing rays of day blinked sleepily from behind their watery blanket. They cast their gaze first upon the rhythmic waves, catching just the crests as they curled into themselves, and then upon the pale pebbles of the shore. They paused finally upon a huddled figure - a dark silhouette on the pristine shore. This figure stirred slowly as the sunny beams giggled, "What is this strange black blob? Should we poke it?" And indeed, as the curious rays prodded her, the female roused. After a few heavy blinks, the fog cleared, but only to cede to a searing headache. She released a dry, throaty noise and suddenly her mystique vanished. She was no longer a possible treasure but a blemish upon the pristine shores. Breaking over the horizon, like a jackal with raised hackles, the glaring beams interrogated, "You monster! What gives you the right to molest these innocent sands?"

The disillusioned beast growled lightly as she turned her back to the angry rays and their accusations. She never answered to the police. The police? Wait, what? Despite her throbbing head, she was alert and realized that amongst the unfamiliar terrain she hadn't the slightest idea of where she was. She rose quickly, but the movement was awkward. Something didn't feel quite right. Had the ocean always smelled so salty? Had the waves always sounded so distinct? She staggered over to where the tides licked the shore, and she stared at the unfamiliar reflection. Had she always been so hairy? Her savage yellow eyes traced every contour as she formed this first memory. The rest was an impenetrable black mass. So, she turned and headed down the shore with a long black tail swaying behind her.

Harlequin wasn't one to let the dust settle, and she had come to the conclusion very quickly that sitting alone on an abandoned beach wouldn't ease the wrenching hunger in her gut. Her smooth, pink tongue lolled to the left as she walked toward her unknown destination. After a while she grew impatient and picked up an easy trot. The motion was confusing at first, but she got the hang of it rather quickly. In fact, the corners of her lips curled into a proud smile, and if it weren't for the hunger pains and pulsing headache she might have even loped a little. She enjoyed such folly, at least, the thought of it now pleased her. Seriously though, what was in the punch? Whilst she was taking another stab at that impenetrable black mass, a new scent on the air halted her. Instinctively her snout wrinkled, and the fur on her back stood rigid. Unsure as to why, she croaked, "Mr. J?" It was some strange reflex, but she had only done what felt right.

shadowfax

/ shadowFAX / / 8 yrs / 32 in / 70 lbs / pack / imprint / lucky /