Post by winny on Dec 28, 2010 21:08:36 GMT -5
LITHIAN
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to
Back to Basics||
Name: Lithian
Age: Four Winters
Gender: Male
Pack: Seifal
Rank: Omega
Other: Returned from two year absence
Short personality description: Tranquil; Calculating; Jaded
A Quick Glance in the Mirror||
Looks/Attributes:
Lithian is a tall specimen marked by long limbs and lean muscle. Despite his unusual height and the deception of thick fur, his girth is not incredible and his body is more streamlined. His ears are wide at the base and their tips form a wider angle which can lead to a slight flopping. His muzzle is long, narrow, and delayed in showing the gray of age as is true for the majority of his predominantly black pelt. Despite the lacking gray, Lithian’s pelt is marbled by a mix of dark brown and white. Additionally, it is coarse to the touch. His teeth are not notably large, but are well maintained along with the gums and tongue. His eyes, brown in color, are on the smaller side, and exude a knowing calm that is almost perpetual. Lithian is most often found lounging or moving at a comfortable pace, which suggests sluggishness, yet when prompted, he can achieve impressive speeds and maintain them. His voice usually holds either a casual or paternal tone, and is a bit high for a male wolf.
Height: 37 inches
Weight: 112 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Pelt: Black; tinged with white and brown
More?||
Personality:
Lithian exemplifies the wall personality, in which a certain appearance is maintained at all costs. He presents himself as easygoing and relaxed in opinion, but is often doubtful and steadfast when it comes to what he believes. He is gifted with language, but does not speak to excess. Although he is cordial and helpful without discrimination, there are very few individuals that he would consider a genuine friend. He has a surprising amount of patience for those he considers naïve or outright ignorant. As a result, he does an excellent job masking his displeasure, though he will show a stern, almost disturbingly cold countenance if he deems it necessary. Humor is something that does not easily come to Lithian, nor is a motivation to bring out tooth and claw. He takes a deep pleasure in tending to pups, be it watching their antics, quelling their scuffles, or answering their many questions. The latter of which stems from his love of learning, be it him acquiring knowledge or sharing it, and the easiest way for him to connect to another is through the bond of student and teacher. Hunting appeals to him through two venues, one being the strategy he enjoys implementing, the other being the satisfaction gotten from contribution to the whole. As content as he can be alone, Lithian cannot escape a desire to play his part and seeks to do as much as he can for whatever or whoever he’s pledged allegiance to.
Likes:
- Knowledge—
The eternal pursuit of knowledge is a philosophy that has always greatly appealed to him - Lazy Afternoons—
What is best described as “heaven on earth” - Pups—
Seeing the next generation’s potential is nothing short of encouraging
Dislikes:
- Injustice—
He keeps a particularly wary eye out for unwarranted punishment - Conflict—
As a lover of peace, conflict is his greatest nemesis - Ignorance—
Likewise, as knowledge’s devotee, ignorance can only irk him
Strengths:
- Intelligence—
Gifted with above-average intelligence, he is both eloquent in speech and skilled in analytics - Speed—
With a sleeker build, he is fast on his feet - Patience—
Annoying questions and rude behavior do little to elicit a furious response; he can maintain a steady collectedness
Weaknesses:
- Strength—
While muscular, he is not bulging, and other, more robust wolves may outmatch him - Humility—
He is not keen to assert his dominance, and this can crack open doors for exploitation - Projected Apathy—
Passion may boil within, but it’s very rarely shown, and may raise question regarding his loyalty or motives
History:
{0-1} With two sisters as his littermates, Lithian was born a member of the Seifal and the second son of an aging Beta Male. His older brother, a single pup from his parents’ previous efforts, had recently met his end during a border skirmish, and as a result, Lithian's father kept a particularly close eye on him. In his youth, his father held him far closer than his sisters, and he was coddled, largely spoiled, though forbidden from following in the warrior footsteps of both father and late brother. Quickly, this bred resentment between father and son, and even at a young age, Lithian had taken it upon himself to disappear and train as he saw fit. His build and his father’s wishes aside, he was determined to be Seifal’s greatest fighter.
{1-2} Although Lithian rarely got himself into serious trouble as a pup, he hadn’t expressed interest in garnering friendships. He would trick the older wolves to slip away on his own—pups will be pups, they said—and ultimately ditch whoever tried to engage him for more than a few minutes. It was when he entered his first year that his father tried to force friendships—assign babysitters, more like—and to an extent, Lithian played along, but his trickery meant that he still spent the majority of his time off on his own, practicing, perfecting. As Lithian neared his second year, there came a day when he met a beautiful stranger, a she-wolf promising power, and almost overnight, he’d left Seifal behind.
{2-4} Lithian began traveling with the lone she-wolf, and even today, remains unwilling to detail the time spent with her and whatever cohorts she had. Even so, based on rumor and the few words he’d share, it’s clear that those two years were a spiraling descent into a life of cruel brutality.
{4--} For whatever reason, Lithian returned to reestablish himself amongst Seifal’s ranks. As with his precise motive for leaving in the first place, it remains a mystery why he finally chose to come back, but when he did, change was evident. During his absence, both of his parents had passed on. One sister had died during a hunt and the other had disappeared, leaving him without his closest kin. As for Lithian himself, he seemed to have lost his passion for battle and victory, and is now simply grateful that he’s been accepted back home. He’ll still wander on his on, but is no longer secretive about his whereabouts. He seems much more open and active in the pack’s community, but mystery still clings to him as he has yet to truly open up.
Meet the Family||
Sire: Fenris (deceased)
Dam: Siv (deceased)
Siblings: Eir (deceased); Sindri (location unknown); Jarl (deceased)
Other relations: Unknown
The Creator||
Name: Winny
Age: I'm twelve, and what is this? ಠ_ಠ
Other characters: N/A
Role play sample: [sample from: human/modern/supernatural]
A door opened, and looking up, Rin cast down the newspaper.
“Look, Ri—”
“Sorry, darling—” His free hand took hold of the phone, and he bent over its cradle. “—I’m desperately needed.” Before so much as a “wait” could be uttered, he ended the call with a ringing click.
By the time he’d looked back, Nathaniel was kneeling before him, the warmth of the other man's cheek burning through the dark jean material to his knee beneath. Precious, really, but of course, Rin knew he was biased. In retrospect, he couldn’t be more pleased with the other—with the murder, with the sex, with the general obedience—and whatever grievances he’d had the day prior were easily forgotten. No, at that moment, he could’ve practically pinched the werewolf’s cheeks and cooed, “Now, what can I do for you?” Anything, anything at all! He could’ve practically spoiled the man.
Practically.
“Hmn.” Poised, he looked down into those smoldering eyes with an arched eyebrow. “You should realize that you can’t pop people like popcorn. They should be more like rare delicacies.” Rin tugged back the too-long sleeve of his turtleneck and pulled up Nathaniel’s chin, pressing the corner of his mouth with a friendly kiss. Then, stroking beneath the jaw, he consented amiably, “But then again, you certainly deserve a treat, wouldn’t you agree, Nate-darling?”
His other hand drifted back over to the phone, and his freshly polished nails clicked eagerly at its plastic. It was almost too easy to come up with a fitting number.
