Post by Daleks on May 25, 2012 12:57:16 GMT -5
* OOC Info*
Name :Chris
Age :21
Experience : 12 years
Other Characters :none atm
Character Full Name : Moren Ayrei
Age : 5
Gender : Male
Birth season : Summer
Species :Shikar
Moral Alignment : Lawful Good
Magic : Commune with Nature
Main Magic Discipline :Nature
Minor Magic Discipline :Healing
With Large bulk that suits him well, Moren's dark brown coat blends in well with the homeland of his pack. His eyes are a rich brown color and while he does stand at an imposing 5'10", he by far not the largest of his species. The markings on his shoulders are the same brown as his eyes, and seem the blend in with the color of his fur. His fur is usually matted with dirt, with leaves and twigs in it from living in the jungle. if one looks very close, they can almost make out four scars running down his back, remnants from a fight with a jungle cat.
Fur Color : Brown
Eye Color :Rich Chocolate Brown
Mutations : none
Diseases : none
Markings : 2 on his shoulder
Height : 5'10"
Weight : 225lbs
Moren is as kind as he is large. He values loyalty, friendship and family above all else and is a truly kind heart. Order is always on the top of his mind, and while he is very clever, he tries not to let it on. While Moren does indeed value law and order, he also believes in the right for wolves to choose they're own path. He tends to be more lax in his ruling of the Surmist, but when his ruling his needed he is fair and hears all sides of the stories before choosing who is right and who is wrong.[/size][/blockquote]
When Moren is confronted and his ideals are threatened, he changes completely. Moren does know how to fight and he will fight protect his own without worry for his own safety.
Born 5 years after the great war, Moren is the son of the Alpha that led the Surmist Tribe into battle against Umbra. Listening to the stories his father told him, Moren has always believed that the Darkness would return one day, and he wanted to be ready. As he grew older, he rose through the ranks of the pack, not because of his father, but because of his own hard work and skill.[/i]
Soon after his third birthday, Moren's father died while hunting. A group of Jungle cats attacked the hunting party, and while the Alpha fought valiantly, his foot snagged on a branch and a cat got the better of him. As the Next in line, Moren stepped up and kept his father's thoughts strong.
Two years past, and Moren led the Surmist with a kind, yet firm heart. Few of the other packs ever visited and so the Wolves of Surmist stayed within their jungle, until Moren thought it would be best for them to venture out once more.
Family [black];;[/black]
Father-Dead
Mother-Unknown
RolePlay sample : (using an old post)
Sombra's ears flicked as the voice spoke to him, but it wasnt one that he heard outside of his body. No, it was within his mind. And as far as Sombra knew, there was only one wolf within Ros lands that both knew his name and spoke telepathically. Camma. With a grin that didnt hold to much malice, The Overlord stood, and turned, facing the white wolf. The two of the were polar opposites, one as dark as night and the shadows it held. The other white as the snow, and the morning sun. "Well, well, well. If it isnt Camma. Aye, it is me, Sombra." He said, as he walked closer to get a better view of the female that had come answering his call. Her belly was round, and Sombra felt the ice around his heart melt a little. Pups he would not harm, nor would he harm those that cared for them, or carried them. Just because he led Umbra, it didnt mean he would kill for no reason. No, he had a reason for coming here, and it was more as an ambassador. He was trying to get Ros to turn on the other packs, to join Umbra and submit to them. He wanted to Save his old pack from the war that was coming, that would end the other tribes.
"I have returned from the dead to warn you, old friend" He said, as he looked to the sky. The clouds let down a persistent snowfall, covering Sombra's normally pure, coal black fur, with a white layer. He had to choose his words carefully, he didnt want anyone to realize he was the Overlord of the Umbra wolves. "I come as a messenger of Umbra. The overlord gives you this one chance to Submit to his rule, and save yourself and your pack from the fury of Nex. Take his offer Camma, please" Sombra's feelings had appeared, and rare occurence even to him. But, fo some reason, this
"I have returned from the dead to warn you, old friend" He said, as he looked to the sky. The clouds let down a persistent snowfall, covering Sombra's normally pure, coal black fur, with a white layer. He had to choose his words carefully, he didnt want anyone to realize he was the Overlord of the Umbra wolves. "I come as a messenger of Umbra. The overlord gives you this one chance to Submit to his rule, and save yourself and your pack from the fury of Nex. Take his offer Camma, please" Sombra's feelings had appeared, and rare occurence even to him. But, fo some reason, this
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