Post by maugrim on Dec 28, 2008 3:21:35 GMT -5
Name: Maugrim
Age: 3
Gender: Male
Species: Maned Wolf
Other: None
Appearance: Maugrim has a built body yet insists on holding his head and tail low. His fur is a dark blue, almost black, yet sleek to the point where there are occasional navy streaks. Maugrim would be considered way too tall for a maned wolf, towaring a few feet above normal hieght. His abnormal mane goes up his head and passes over his eyes in a dark blue bang(that is creased with a blue shine), cutting off a little of his vision. His morbid eyes are ice blue, a mysterious red tint in his left in eye. His ears are always hung low, tipped with black on the ends. His tail rarely hieghtens or wags. (He's probably sick when that does happen.) Maugrim's mouth is loosely muzzled with a cross on a string, though he does not like to remember where he got it from.
Personality: Maugrim rarely talks, but when he does, it's usually something deep or dpressing, his morbid thoughts of death and pain showering every sentence.
In times of battle, "kill and have fun doing it" are the only things going through his mind. He's really a joker, and loves to tease girls with his blue eyes. When Maugrim thinks he's found the one female for him, he murders other males with his cold glares and devilish attacks. He loves pups and is incredibly sheepish and gentle around them.
History: Little is known of Maugrim's history. Picked out from a Wildlife Reserve, Maugrim never grew up with wolves entirely. His owner, a Game Hunter, was using him to track and bring down kill. A religious man, the Hunter had crosses in every room, and never did anything to harm Maugrim. When Maugrim was 1 1/2, he accidently killed his owner in a vivacious game, pouncing and biting at the man, oblivious to his own strenths. Thinking he was playing, Maugrim licked playfully at the Hunter's face.
"Master! Oh, come on, you silly goose, get up!" When that didn't work, he flipped him over, notcing the scratches in the Hunter's flesh and the large hole in the Hunter's neck.
"No...no!" At that, Maugrim decided to run away, taking one of his owner's crosses with him as he escaped into the wild, where he believed "was the only place for him". Naive and young, Maugrim scarcely succeeded in hunting and sleepless nights haunted him, replaying the drastic event of his owner's death by his own fault. Packs turned him away, mountain lions attacked and loners charged him. Maugrim never felt so alone and cold.
A portrayed loner, Maugrim staggered through his young life fending for himself.
Age: 3
Gender: Male
Species: Maned Wolf
Other: None
Appearance: Maugrim has a built body yet insists on holding his head and tail low. His fur is a dark blue, almost black, yet sleek to the point where there are occasional navy streaks. Maugrim would be considered way too tall for a maned wolf, towaring a few feet above normal hieght. His abnormal mane goes up his head and passes over his eyes in a dark blue bang(that is creased with a blue shine), cutting off a little of his vision. His morbid eyes are ice blue, a mysterious red tint in his left in eye. His ears are always hung low, tipped with black on the ends. His tail rarely hieghtens or wags. (He's probably sick when that does happen.) Maugrim's mouth is loosely muzzled with a cross on a string, though he does not like to remember where he got it from.
Personality: Maugrim rarely talks, but when he does, it's usually something deep or dpressing, his morbid thoughts of death and pain showering every sentence.
In times of battle, "kill and have fun doing it" are the only things going through his mind. He's really a joker, and loves to tease girls with his blue eyes. When Maugrim thinks he's found the one female for him, he murders other males with his cold glares and devilish attacks. He loves pups and is incredibly sheepish and gentle around them.
History: Little is known of Maugrim's history. Picked out from a Wildlife Reserve, Maugrim never grew up with wolves entirely. His owner, a Game Hunter, was using him to track and bring down kill. A religious man, the Hunter had crosses in every room, and never did anything to harm Maugrim. When Maugrim was 1 1/2, he accidently killed his owner in a vivacious game, pouncing and biting at the man, oblivious to his own strenths. Thinking he was playing, Maugrim licked playfully at the Hunter's face.
"Master! Oh, come on, you silly goose, get up!" When that didn't work, he flipped him over, notcing the scratches in the Hunter's flesh and the large hole in the Hunter's neck.
"No...no!" At that, Maugrim decided to run away, taking one of his owner's crosses with him as he escaped into the wild, where he believed "was the only place for him". Naive and young, Maugrim scarcely succeeded in hunting and sleepless nights haunted him, replaying the drastic event of his owner's death by his own fault. Packs turned him away, mountain lions attacked and loners charged him. Maugrim never felt so alone and cold.
A portrayed loner, Maugrim staggered through his young life fending for himself.