Galileo
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Post by Galileo on Feb 20, 2011 19:54:17 GMT -8
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lux tenebris
OF THE GREAT LUNIR PACK
••lifes like rowing in a glass boat
youre a devil in a fur coat••
Age Four years young
Gender Male
Purity Pure
Rank Hunter
Power Lux has the ability of minor pheromone manipulation- in other words, he can draw creatures toward him. His power only applies to small creatures a fraction of his size, and often doesn't work at all. Hunger seems to be the trigger, as the critters that come to him tend to be small prey animals, but he has found that small birds often hang around when he is cheerful, and small reptiles when he is agitated. Besides those three factors- hunger, anger, and happiness- he can't 'call' anything to him and small animals, as with all other wolves, race away when they see him coming.
GOT AN OFF-WHITE PELT
AND SOME VIOLET EYES
••like you think i dont know
what youre trying not to show••
Scars His legs, beneath their short coating of fur, are riddled with cuts and bite marks. He has several puncture wounds around his throat, neck, and shoulders from a the antlers of a stag he and some other hunters attempted to catch a few months past. Besides the smaller scrapes and scratches, he has a series of deep slashes around his ribcage area, that, though healed, seem to always be an angry red color beneath his pale fur.
Disabilities/Deformities Nothing that hinders him from performing as all other functioning members of Lunir society.
Appearance Lux is of average height and weight for a male wolf of his age, if a few pounds lighter and a few centimeters shy of the usual. He makes up fur his smaller stature with the thick mass of off-white fur that hides the petite frame of his body. It fluffs out in all directions, giving him the appearance of a walking cotton ball. Beneath the thick, coarse fur, his slender, streamlined frame lacks the bulky muscles or powerful shoulder of a guard or other such warrior-like canine, instead sporting the wiry, agile build of someone who spent their days slinking through the undergrowth and outrunning prey for his pack. He has long legs sporting shorter fur, and ending in small, dainty paws. His small feet diminish noise when walking, and aren't as annoying as the large paws of his adolescence. Lux has a thick, slightly crooked, brush of a tail- more like a foxes in shape and positioning than a wolf's.
Lux has a very noticeable head. He has a thick ruff of fur around his neck and head, somewhat like a collie in its nearly impenetrable knitted texture. His face is very elegantly constructed, as well- proportioned evenly and containing longer, shaggy fur on the sides of his face. Lux possesses the long, tapered snout of his species, a muzzle which ends in a slightly over-sized nose, which is dark brown in color. On either side of said nose, set in parallel angles on his face, are two startlingly purple eyes, the color of which seems to belong on a wildflowers petals rather than Lux's face. Nearer to the top of his skull are a pair of triangular, slightly pointed ears that remain eternally pricked up to listen to the sounds of the world.
Lux's soul-reader is as bright purple as his eyes, and is situated through delicate lacing, upon his forehead. He wears his soul reader like a third eye, kept in place by natures glue- in other words, a concoction of resin, sap, and other such natural sticky solutions are applied to keep it in place. After a while, the thing seems to have melded somewhat into the fur of his head, remaining unless placed under a great deal of stress or pressure.
CAUSE IM CHEERFUL AND CLEVER
••beauty aint just skin deep
horrors lie dont cry dont weep••
Personality
The embodiment of all that is kind, happy, warm, and fuzzy in the world is the only brief description possible of Lux. He is an eternally happy, panting mass of cheery, determined thoughts, and a playful, child-like attitude.
Lux is a fearless, peaceable, almost disgustingly cheerful canine with a brighter outlook on life than some in his pack. He is generally a very easy-going and calm creature, the type of animal to 'roll with the punches,' should such things come his way. He isn't easily riled up or agitated, which makes him out to be a rather collected and wise creature who thinks before he speaks or acts- a nice trait to have. Level-headed and rational, you will rarely catch this pure wolfe barging into anything rashly- except, of course, his sole love in life.
Lux lives for the hunt. He lives for the thrill of the chase, for the teetering sense of whether he will get his targets, for the panting that comes from rigorous exercise, for the scent of fear and sweat that emanates for prey. He becomes blissfully and idiotically happy when presented with a chase, often dropping his guard and rushing blindly like he does with no other thing after the first deer to spring off in a herd. Like a pup he will bowl into a chase with dangerous large prey as if tumbling after nothing but a leaf, spinning head over paws, tongue hanging out, eyes rolling with glee. There is nothing in his world that can beat a hunt- besides his other cheery pass time.
Lux cannot stand to be idle. If he is sitting still, or standing for too long with nothing to do, he becomes impatient, and oftentimes a bit snippy. Without a good run or a hunt, nothing can lull this male back into his collected persona- besides, perhaps, the prospect of story telling. He has a knack for spinning yarns to pups that leaves him with a flutter in his chest that the wolfe has only ever been able to find previously in his hunting. From tales about the gods and goddesses to stories he creates on the spot, it is hard to find this canine without the beginning of a story spilling from his mouth around pups, and the end churning itself up in his brain.
He has a Hercules complex. Lux has never- ever, no matter the circumstance- been able to abandon anyone or anything in need of assistance. This, perhaps stems from his inability to remain idle and lazy, and is probably fueled by his lust for being an active, agile, mellow member of the Lunir. No matter if it is a pure wolf, an impure, or anything in between, he cannot resist helping a creature in need. Pleas for help never fall on deaf ears when Lux is around, and nor do requests for a meal, or shelter when pleaded for.
Overall just a happy-go-lucky, carefree, and helpful creature, it is hard to tag any bad emotions to this wolfe who believes himself to be residing in an idyllic, cheery, peaceful, perfect world.
Preferences Hunting, the taste of deer, dozing, spinning stories for pups, the night time, the sound of water, being useful, running.
Strengths/Weaknesses Tracking + Hunting + Telling stories + Racing + Singing (In the sort of howling, lilting way of a canine), Swimming - Fighting - Pups (He is putty in any young creatures paws) - Unable to give up anything
Secret Ambitions Lux isn't particularly ambitious. He strives merely to be an excellent hunter, and to keep his pack full and happy.
AND MY PARENTS ARE CAECILIUS AND METELLA
••theres a time where its all right
build a club and dance all night••
Family Caecilius- Father- Whereabouts unknown
Metella- Mother- Whereabouts unknown
Quintus- Brother- Whereabouts unknown
Kookaburra- Sister- Whereabouts unknown
Regrets Lux has few, and any that he does have are minor- such as never missing his catch, or not mis-stepping and losing his quarry. He also has the slightest flicker of regret at not settling down with a mate yet, but he figures he is still quite young, and not ready to tie himself down quite yet.
History Lux's history is a rather simple and uneventful one. Born into a litter of six to Metella and Caecilius, he remembers nothing from an early age but the scent of milk and his siblings squirming bodies around him. About a day after they were all born, three of the pups died of deformities and illness, disappearing out of his world- and his mind- forever. The remaining three pups, Quintus, Kookaburra, and Lux himself, grew up with only each other to accompany, and around nothing but peaceful parents and good times. Their childhoods were spent tumbling, play fighting, and generally making nuisances of themselves to their pack... as all pups do, at some point in their lives.
When the siblings grew to the adolescent stage, each was assigned a trainee, and Lux became separated from his brother and sister. Whisked off to the guard, they trained far from he and his hunter trainer, and though he missed them sorely, Lux could never bring himself to letting it affect his training and learning. From a young age, the off-white canine took a keen interest in hunting- and proved himself rather talented to his trainer in the very beginning. Life went on peaceably this way for quite some time, and little changed.
When Lux became an adult, and an official member of the hunt, nothing on earth could drag him away from a chase, not even deep injury to himself, which occurred several times. He continued, and still continues, to perform like an above-adequate hunter, occasionally using his power to draw in small prey when lean times hit. He spends his days tailing prey and telling stories to pups, and spends his nights howling for all he is worth. Lux's existence is as peaceful and cheery as his personality, and tragedy has yet to strike him. Yet.
Sample RP [This is an excerpt from a 3000+ word post of mine. If it makes no sense, it is because the topic is one quite unheard of, and the excerpt was taken from the middle. x3)
••listen to your fears
to the waves by the piers
as its drumming to your heartbeat
baby youve got cold feet••
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Post by poizen on Feb 20, 2011 21:10:22 GMT -8
Accepted (:
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