Post by Saosin on Sept 9, 2009 11:12:27 GMT -5
Character's Name: Surulian
Name Pronunciation: sa - ROO - lee - an
Gender: Male
Character's Age: Adult (4)
Character's Fur Color: Black
Character's Eye Color: Dark blue
Special Physical Attributes: Surulian is an extremely well built wolf. He is robust in muscular proportions with massive paws is and large overall. Yet he still manages to retain a sense of elegance and poetry in motion. One might say he was bred and built for war, and the saying is not far from the truth. His coat is a thick and lustrous onyx that is unfading and in the brightest of sunlit days those fibers often reflect a near indigo pigment.
Personality (optional): To speak of Surulian's persona is to speak of chaos itself. For he is a masterpiece of shattered enigmas. He has lived a lifetime and more in his four short years of life and such can be found in the burden that lays in those cerulean eyes. The founder and leader of what was the soul pack in the lands of Reykjavik was a mere apparition of what once was. His friends and family, his lands that he had loved with all his soul were gone, never to return. Yet somehow out of the darkness he had emerged and yet remained a broken shell. But this was not so because of the catastrophe that was the loss of a pack and his homeland. For this wounded soul had been punctured long ago, cradled in the hands of a lost love or shall I say a love that was never to be.
Name Pronunciation: sa - ROO - lee - an
Gender: Male
Character's Age: Adult (4)
Character's Fur Color: Black
Character's Eye Color: Dark blue
Special Physical Attributes: Surulian is an extremely well built wolf. He is robust in muscular proportions with massive paws is and large overall. Yet he still manages to retain a sense of elegance and poetry in motion. One might say he was bred and built for war, and the saying is not far from the truth. His coat is a thick and lustrous onyx that is unfading and in the brightest of sunlit days those fibers often reflect a near indigo pigment.
Personality (optional): To speak of Surulian's persona is to speak of chaos itself. For he is a masterpiece of shattered enigmas. He has lived a lifetime and more in his four short years of life and such can be found in the burden that lays in those cerulean eyes. The founder and leader of what was the soul pack in the lands of Reykjavik was a mere apparition of what once was. His friends and family, his lands that he had loved with all his soul were gone, never to return. Yet somehow out of the darkness he had emerged and yet remained a broken shell. But this was not so because of the catastrophe that was the loss of a pack and his homeland. For this wounded soul had been punctured long ago, cradled in the hands of a lost love or shall I say a love that was never to be.
