Post by Memo on Jan 7, 2011 18:48:49 GMT -5
MacArgen
Risin' up, straight to the top..
Had the guts, got the glory...
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop...
Just a man and his will to survive...
Back to Basics||
Name: MacArgen (Mac)
Age: 4 Winters
Gender: Male
Pack: Seifal
Rank: Alpha Male
Other: N/A
Short personality description: Strong; Loyal; Protective; Witty.
A Quick Glance in the Mirror||
Looks/Attributes: Mac is a large wolf, obviously built for fighting. His limbs are strong, seeming to nearly be run by metal cords. Being deep chested, as he is, allows for a larger set of heart and lungs, benefiting his endurance and stamina. Though he is not slender, he retains a kind of lean, muscle to his figure.
His howl, near an octave lower than average, is easy to distinguish. Any battle scars he may have are invisible beneath his long, thick coat. His legs and underbelly are snowy white, which slowly works in to silver and so on until it reaches a near black along his spine.
Both his ears are fully intact, and his hearing is sharp, a grand bonus of being a wolf. His eyes are a brilliant shade of blue, a rather entrancing sight. His jaws work like steal traps, also in the glory of the wolf way.
Mac's size cuts down on his agility, and against smaller, quicker opponents he has more trouble than against those his size. For his size though, he is fairly fast, and can sprint in a straight line fast enough to be a decent runner, but he is definitely heavier on his feet.
He has his ancestry to thank for just about all of his physical appearances. His build and strength are that of his father, his pelt coloration and his bright eyes are from his mother, and his deep, hypnotic howl are courtesy of his mother's father, Mac's grandfather.
Height: 40 inches
Weight: 150 lbs
Eyes: The bright blue shade of the winter dusk, just before stars begin to gleam in the sky.
Pelt: White legs and underbelly, which darken shade-by-shade as they reach up his sides, ending in dark gray along his spine.
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Personality: Mac appears to most a loyal and strong member of the pack, willing to defend those in it with his life, and to care for them as if they were each his own family. That sense of protectiveness and loyalty came from his being raised by the pack instead of his parents.
Inside though, since his world was ripped apart by his father's return, he has always kept a bit of distrust. It takes a lot for him to truly and honestly trust anyone, and should someone provide him with a solid reason, he is not afraid to openly confront them. If that turns into a fight, whether physically or verbally, so be it. But that is not his most visible, or commonly seen trait.
He gained much of his mother's charm and quirk, and is usually bold and friendly. Mac is a flirt, should the opportunity present itself. He is usually upfront and honest, and he can't lie to save his life, he is so uncomfortable when trying to bluff that he can be read like a book.
He is clever and intelligent, and strategy comes to him as easily as breathing. Puzzles are right up his ally, and he enjoys any chance to riddle things out. He is a gentle tease and enjoys joking, but he keeps insults to a minimum, thinking it best to not do anything to upset his high position in the pack, which he defends at all costs.
Should anyone gouge into the still bleeding wound of his past, he gets awful prickly. Mac tends to spiral into blind rage when someone brings it up, or is poking insults at him because of it. It usually results in a full on attack, and a long, deep-seated grudge. It takes him hours to cool down afterwords and he usually finds himself wandering alone in the woods, near the edge of Seifal territory. Thankfully for Mac, the topic hasn't been brought up since he became Alpha Male.
He is extremely protective of his younger half-sister Tessalynn. She can usually get whatever she wants from him, and she knows it. He keeps an extremely close eye on her and worries over her whenever she is in trouble, or some sort of dangerous situation, whether it is severe or not. It is hard for him to keep up with her, especially since she is such a rebel.
Likes:
- Watching the Stars {It calms him down and lets him think.}
- Organization {When the pack is in order, so is his mind.}
- Puzzles {Anything to get his mind working.}
Dislikes:
- Disloyalty {One of the only two things that can drive him into blind fury.}
- His past {The other thing that makes him completely furious, bring it up and don't expect to walk away with your fur unruffled.}
- Unsolvable Problems {They irritate him to no end, and after a while he begins doubting his own intelligence.}
Strengths:
- Physical Capabilities {When he can't cut it with brains, brawn certainly comes in handy.}
- Strategy {Mac has an uncanny ability for planning things, especially attacks.}
- Loyalty {The pack has his full loyalties and most of them respect him.}
Weaknesses:
- His Past {Should anyone need to get an angry and immediate reaction, to block Mac's mind out from all other things....}
- His Sister {Any easy and open pressure point, or a useful ally considering she can get anything she wants from him.}
- Lying {Mac can't lie to save his life...}
History: Daedalus, a high ranking member of the Seifal pack, had taken Shrai, another well know figure, as his mate. This was met with much approval and joy from both their families and their pack mates. It wasn't long before they had their first child, as son named MacArgen. Everything began to seem perfect, as though nothing could go wrong in their lives again.
They were wrong. That year, the hardest winter either parent had ever experienced his. The pack suffered, leaving the three of them hungry and cold, always cold. Shrai fell ill, the strain of trying to keep herself alive along with her young son Mac was far to much for her petite frame. It would have been difficult even with an easy winter, but while she was so deprived of nutrients and near literally freezing to death where she stood...
Before the first sign of spring, Shrai was dead. Daedalus went mad with grief for her, he fled the pack. Thinking of nothing else, he moved deep into loner territory, leaving his only child, MacArgen, behind.
Two long years passed, Mac grew quickly. Raised by the pack, he knew nothing of his father's treason. To protect Mac;s honor, they had hidden his past from him and told him that Daedalus had died of a broken heart soon after Shrai had passed on. Mac never doubted it for a minute.
MacArgen was reaching the end of his apprenticeship, ready to take on the responsibility of being a full member of the pack, when the unthinkable happened. Daedalus returned to the Seifal. Mac's world was ripped to pieces, he was thrown into confusion and was barely aware of what was going on around him.
Daedalus had brought with him his new mate, a loner by the name of Naomi, and their young daughter, Tessalynn. Mac denied all relation towardthem, and refused to believe the truth. Not willing to let his father's mistakes ruin his life. The pack was his true family, he had no father.
Daedalus and Naomi were banished from the pack, no longer than three days after the came to it. But, strangely, the pack offered to let Tessalynn remain, should Mac be willing to accept her and be a part of her life as a brother. Telling her nothing of her past, of course, so she could have a future away from all the trails Mac had been put through.
Gazing at the spunky little pup, Mac knew he could not refuse. As a child of unfortunate history, she deserved the chance at a normal life in the pack, where she could live without her past haunting her every step. He agreed to care for her without much convincing.
Over the next two years, Mac watched Tessa grow into a fine young apprentice, full of potential. He had accomplished much of his own as well, being bumped up the rank totem pole until her rested in one of the highest positions, Alpha Male.
Meet the Family||
Sire: Daedalus (Unknown)
Dam: Shrai (Deceased)
Siblings: Tessalynn (Alive and Well)
Other relations: Step Mother--Naomi (Unknown)
The Creator||
Name: Memo
Age: 15
Other characters: Tessalynn (WIP)
Role play sample: Yellowstone Park, a rare gem of western beauty, twisted with bright nature and scattered with animals. The cool, moist spring had left the park green and blossoming. The lake was full to the brim with icy runoff. It was on the shore of this flooding body of water that stood Samantha Colette Viradanna.
She just stood, glumly staring down with bloodshot blue eyes, watching her ripped sneakers sink slowly into the mud of the bank. She didn’t care, not about her sneakers or about anything anymore, it seemed. Sam’s long hair hung in her face, tangled and neglected. Obviously, it had not been cut for some time, what had once been a smooth sheet of chocolate, was now dull, frizzy, and riddled with split ends. Samantha turned and tugged her shoes free from the muck. Her too-small jeans were torn and dirty, covered in stains, the ripped hems hanging at least 2 inches above the tops of her shoes. She was clad in a baggy t-shirt, which had been white at one time, but was now so covered with grime it was a dim gray. Her once curvy frame had been worn away by lengths of hunger. She was without a coat, causing goose bumps to form on her arms and making her shiver in the chill. How could anyone possibly have stood to live in that state?
Well, someone who had done something very, very wrong in her life. Once, Sam had lived in a house, with a wonderful family. Yet she had wanted more, and after a long argument with her mother, she had run away at the age of 15. She ended up on the street, and of course, she was scared and had wanted to return to her old life. But that was no longer possible, her family had moved, and left her for d34d. Now, at the age of 17, she had been living on her own for two years. It had worn her down until there was no spirit or joy left in her heart, leaving her body nothing more than an empty husk, barely able to keep alive.
What had possessed her to enter Yellowstone? She had no idea, but she had come. Sam glanced around wearily, looking for some place she could rest that was out of the way of tourists. Her tired eyes settled on the small blackness of an out of the way cavern. Running slowly, she made her way towards it.