Post by Ashley on Jan 9, 2011 15:17:50 GMT -5
Julien
Out of the depths of misery
We march with hearts aflame;
With wrath against the rulers false
Who wreck our manhood's name..
Back to Basics||
Name: Julien
Age: Three Cycles of the Seasons
Gender: Male
Pack: Leikl
Rank: Apprentice Healer
Other:
Short personality description: Quiet, Inquisitive, Determined, Soft Spoken
A Quick Glance in the Mirror||
Looks/Attributes: Bred from a more Northern stock on his father's side, Julien should have been a larger wolf, however although he does well, he usually hits on an average scale. With large, thick black pads of his feet, a black nose with a small white dot on the white dot on the right side of it, dark timber woods eyes that in shadowy weather tends to make his face blend together, Julien is more of a blender than something that sticks out immediately. From the Northern side, Julien's fur tends to be thicker year round more so than others who are used to warmer climates, especially around his face the fur looks particularly thick along with his tail that seems almost to be cruelly fluffy for a male like him.
His build is more legs than bulk. Although somewhat stocky looking from the head on view, Julien usually will come across as filled out but perhaps a bit small looking from a distance.
Upon his muzzle going across to his cheeks is a pure white, while the rest of him looks like paint splattering of colors. Rich, earthy tones of brown from a jackal-golden-brown to a stained-medium-oak range of browns cover his body. The medium browns only seeming to come up around his face with the mix of black that paints his face to look partially like an unfinished light mask, while the light red-browns and slight golden hints cover the rest of his body in a mixture of white undercoat in places to make his colors look softened. Black fur still hints all through his body as well, but unless studied closely it does not bring about much attention compared to the black on his face.
Height: 37 inches.
Weight: 155 lbs.
Eyes: Timber Brown.
Pelt: Timber/Red (Contains Various browns/muddy reds, ashen grays/blacks, and whites)
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Personality: Julien is the type that will sit for days and observe without speaking a word. However once his observation and judgment has been passed, it is nearly impossible for him to be able to convince himself to change his mind about another. First impressions mean nothing to him, but he believes the pen is mightier than the sword. Although for the first while Julien will judge everything that is said to him while he makes up his mind about someone, he is ultimately open and friendly. There is hardly ever a sign of his inner turmoil or thoughts, and it is nearly impossible to drag it from him.
As friendly as Julien may seem, he had a slow burning temper that can be erupted with the right buttons pushed. He chooses a easy life for the most part, collecting information and seeking the solutions to every problem. Julien is naturally concerned about every problem that there ever was, is or will be. Perhaps that what gives him the want to be able to heal - to look after those who he considers to be his (since his nature leans on the possessive side) and to be able to solve what has not been solved without his help. The belief that Julien has all the answers (in his own mind) is a fair assumption from his outlook-which brings out a big of arrogance. The air of Julien whenever he gives an opinion always holds a bit of bite-as if daring to be disagreed with. Although not easily wounded by words, Julien is very likely to hold a grudge if he is constantly challenged by anyone.
Likes:
- The quiet
- The comfort of the woods
- Being sought after for advice
- Being able to find time to indulge in personal reflection
- The Young
Dislikes:
- Loud conflict
- Being challenged on his opinions
- Heavy rain that beats off the ground
Strengths:
- Trusting in his own abilities
- Easy enough to talk to (if you can stand his opinions)
- Wise about random things (sometimes this is also a weakness, because not all information is useful)
Weaknesses:
- Females
- Trusting in everyone
- Opening his mouth without thinking
- Inflicting his opinions on others
- His temper
History: There was five of them. Names, names he could never remember lingered in the back of his mind. Names that had once meant so much, but he could not pull them to his mind's eye. Born into a family in the harsh winter season, ice hanging off the trees, Julien knew nothing of home. The coldness prevented life from thriving. Everything was scarce. There was death-but not for his family. Still, still he cannot recall their names. He cannot recall the faces of his four siblings. Sometimes he hears the whispers though, those soft pleading voices Brother... Jule... Julien... Julien... begging for him to remember. Begging for him to find them.
Whatever happened to them ended up being plucked (consciously) from Julien's memory when he was just a pup. He locked the memories away and never spoke of it again. Instead, the following year after his first glimpses of memories-memories that haunt him, that confused him, he set off with his parents looking for a place to belong. His mother, Alora, driven from her pack while a loner-D'ion, a wanderer from far, far far-assumed the role of Julien's father. Although he was not Julien's sire, it was his role in Julien's life. Whatever horrors had been tucked away. His life thrived in calm, in peace. His mother had been the daughter of a healer, and so on their travels tidbits of information had been tucked safely away in his brain. Things he could remember.
Eventually, as life has it, things come to pass where there is a time to leave. Restless for a home, for a life, he shirked away from his parents only to have himself fall into the need to run. Run for days, weeks. Until he lost much of his build. Much of the health he had been born with. When exhaustion stopped him, he remembered what he had been taught; the memories were a warmth to him, something he could remember. Barely out of his youth though, there was still so much he had to learn. It was how he found himself with a home-since he had finally run so far that the territory was unfamiliar, and new memories needed to be created with a new family. A new family that would hopefully bring peace, complete peace...
Meet the Family||
Sire: D'ion (Deceased)
Dam: Alora
Siblings: Not aware of any.
Other relations: n/a
The Creator||
Name: Ashley
Age: 18
Other characters: Delia
Role play sample:
Light greeted the air on a sigh, feeling the sunlight come down through the leaves and kiss gently on the ground, kiss gently on the rocks, the grass. Light spread and engulfed the area around the forest but there was some resistance, something in the way of the light that hungrily spread through the cracks. A lump on the ground that appeared not to be apart of the fauna, not apart of the earthy remains that had been scattered to bring life and contentment lay. Instead a hulk of flesh lay on the ground, the slow inhalation and exhalation shallow enough to belie the fact that life remained settled upon the ground. But it did. Eyes-eyes like the dirt itself, studied absently at what approached as it crept over the rocks and towards the male. The trees leaned to shelter him from the sun's malicious attempts at warming his cold body.
As ears flattened out against his head, a large yawn curled his mouth open wide and then eyes disappeared under black lids in order to shield himself from the sun. It hardly mattered that morning had arrived, it hardly mattered that it was meant to bring about a rise in temperature. It was how it always was. Everyday, the sun would rise. Every night, the moon would chase away the sun like two wolves playing, never catching each other but grinning in that wolfish grin as their lights blankets and reached out to fight. It was how it was supposed to be. That brought comfort to the male.
Comfort had been lacking for quite some time now. As much as he would have liked to have counted on the abilities of his pack to bring about the warmth, the contentment that lay in his heart, knew knew as well as any it was up to him to bring purest joy to himself. If the memories he made were strong enough, they would remain. With so much blackness in a world of pure white on the inside of his mind, he craved those chances to make memories. Perhaps that, and not the sun, was what drove the large wolf to push himself from the confinements of the dirt. As he reclined himself down, stretching out as his tail lifted and swished in slight greeting to the sun, he embraced the effort to let out a light sigh. There. He was awake. Julien hated mornings, but the sun had fooled him into his thoughts, and therefore it had woken him.
Clever sun. Julien's eyes stared accusingly at it as he raised himself back up to full height, then he started forwards with a lope that did not appear to be filled with energy. There was no need to exert himself as he trailed himself obediently through the familiar land. His eyes searching out for companionship, or perhaps the taste of thirst-quenching water that would shake him out of the sleepy haze of the dreams that the moon had showered down upon him while it plotted against the sun. Normalcy warmed him more than the rays of the morning ever could.
