Post by -:Shakil:- on Jan 7, 2006 1:10:24 GMT -5
Name: Shakil (Sh'ah-Keel)
age: 3 encirclements of the sun, and 10 spinnings of the moon. {Ha-ha! Try and figure /that/ out!} XD
description: OoC :{ I have a picture in my siggy, but I’m going to describe him anyways because…
… umm… well, because I feel like it I suppose…}
Shakil can emit such a smart-alek, taunting, mocking smile, that almost anyone and anything would be angered. Every time someone has doubts, every time something happens in his favor, actually… almost all the time, you can catch him flashing his white ivories. This gets him into trouble quite often because he rarely can back up such a taunting smile. Shakil is lucky his peltage (Is that a word?...) is so thick, because without it, he would be unveiling numerous scars, cuts, and bruises. Although, even with his thick fur, there is one wound that can be obviously spotted. These are numerous scratches across his eyes. (Described more in history) –But my fingers are starting to hurt so I’m through with the description…
Gender: Male
pups: None
mate: None
History: Shakil… he doesn’t remember very much about anything. He underwent a sort of amnesia; a loss of memory after his sister, Michi left him. He would always watch over her and protect her, like an older brother should. He would snap the neck of any fiend who intended harm. –But there was one thing… she was blind. Blind as a bat, as the expression supposedly goes. Shakil never spoke about her weakness, neither did Michi. Actually, most of the time, they pretended as if she had perfect vision. One day Michi caught a strange disease and quickly died. That was the day… that was the day he lost it. It got to him, Shakil couldn’t stand it anymore. So, in dedication to his sister, he clawed at his own eyes until the wonder of vision left him. The very last thing he remembers seeing is his sister’s dead body.
Personality: Even though he usually never comes in contact with other wolves (If he can help it anyways) the best way to describe his personality would be, ‘It’s all in good fun!’… Fun as in: watch other people suffer, and laugh like there’s no tomorrow. He also isn’t too fond of the whole territory line thing. He doesn’t understand how one can /own/ land. He finds it almost as foolish as trying to own air, or water. –But my fingers are starting to hurt (again), so I’m going to cut this short.
Eyes: They began as a mute, pale yellow of sorts, but when he went blind, the lack of sunlight entering them caused them to undergo a change of color. His current eye color is a pale white, almost blue.
Breed/color: Canis lupus / Shakil’s pelt was chosen to be donned with a strange shade of coloring. One could almost swear the muzzle and ear were purely a pitch black, yet there are numerous tints of brown, yellow, red, and orange. Truly a diverse autumn pelt indeed.
age: 3 encirclements of the sun, and 10 spinnings of the moon. {Ha-ha! Try and figure /that/ out!} XD
description: OoC :{ I have a picture in my siggy, but I’m going to describe him anyways because…
… umm… well, because I feel like it I suppose…}Shakil can emit such a smart-alek, taunting, mocking smile, that almost anyone and anything would be angered. Every time someone has doubts, every time something happens in his favor, actually… almost all the time, you can catch him flashing his white ivories. This gets him into trouble quite often because he rarely can back up such a taunting smile. Shakil is lucky his peltage (Is that a word?...) is so thick, because without it, he would be unveiling numerous scars, cuts, and bruises. Although, even with his thick fur, there is one wound that can be obviously spotted. These are numerous scratches across his eyes. (Described more in history) –But my fingers are starting to hurt so I’m through with the description…
Gender: Male
pups: None
mate: None
History: Shakil… he doesn’t remember very much about anything. He underwent a sort of amnesia; a loss of memory after his sister, Michi left him. He would always watch over her and protect her, like an older brother should. He would snap the neck of any fiend who intended harm. –But there was one thing… she was blind. Blind as a bat, as the expression supposedly goes. Shakil never spoke about her weakness, neither did Michi. Actually, most of the time, they pretended as if she had perfect vision. One day Michi caught a strange disease and quickly died. That was the day… that was the day he lost it. It got to him, Shakil couldn’t stand it anymore. So, in dedication to his sister, he clawed at his own eyes until the wonder of vision left him. The very last thing he remembers seeing is his sister’s dead body.
Personality: Even though he usually never comes in contact with other wolves (If he can help it anyways) the best way to describe his personality would be, ‘It’s all in good fun!’… Fun as in: watch other people suffer, and laugh like there’s no tomorrow. He also isn’t too fond of the whole territory line thing. He doesn’t understand how one can /own/ land. He finds it almost as foolish as trying to own air, or water. –But my fingers are starting to hurt (again), so I’m going to cut this short.
Eyes: They began as a mute, pale yellow of sorts, but when he went blind, the lack of sunlight entering them caused them to undergo a change of color. His current eye color is a pale white, almost blue.
Breed/color: Canis lupus / Shakil’s pelt was chosen to be donned with a strange shade of coloring. One could almost swear the muzzle and ear were purely a pitch black, yet there are numerous tints of brown, yellow, red, and orange. Truly a diverse autumn pelt indeed.
