Post by crow on Sept 24, 2008 21:12:09 GMT -8
Name: Crow Fenris the Wraith
Gender: Male
Species: Pine Marten
Age: 28 seasons
Appearance:
Lithe and slender, his body’s just as a pine marten should be. Crow’s muscles aren’t ripped, that’d just look wrong for a sleek cut creature like him, but he does have muscles. His fur is a soft sable brown hue with highlights of lighter brown. The dominant color for his face is white and a speckle of brown lines the center of his face-starting from the top of his head and ending on either side of his nose; running down his chin and past his chest and stomach is a gentle caramel yellow color. All four of his paws have a dark chocolate brown hue, making him look as if he is wearing a glove and even the tip of his tail is a dark brown color. This particular pine marten’s fur is like velvet-warm and irresistible to touch; Crow prides in his well groomed fur and takes the time to care for it. Everything about the way he stands and the way he dresses is confident, thingyy and powerful. The tunic wrapped comfortably around his upper torso is a dark redish hue with small gold buttons lining down the center (he has a thing for gold) and is hidden underneath his velvety soft black cloak which he constantly wears. The only jewelry that stands out is his small gold hoop earring pierced on his left ear and for a tattoo design…well, it’s quite obvious: a pair of crow’s wings located on the back of his shoulders.
Weapons/Equipment:
His sword isn’t a very impressive weapon. In reality the sword would turn away other creatures prying eyes. By appearance the sword with its long thin, one-sided blade and a battered black hilt, looks old and grungy, but this weapon is as deadly as any fancy blade and can cut just as good.
When Crow’s not tinkering around with his sword, he has a nice row of throwing knives just for the enjoyment factor; they’re well hidden beneath the cloak he continually wears.
Temperament:
Crows a rather dignified creature-clean cut and collected. A gentleman among gentlemen, this pine marten rarely explodes in rage nor does he act vulgarly. Though he hardly acts like a cruel beast, Crow is no pushover. Ruthless and malicious, he’s heart is as cold as ice and as empty as a void less pit; they always said it’s the quiet ones you need to watch out for and Crow’s one of them. Though he is a patient creature, that doesn’t mean he never flies into a rage, it’s just an unusual event for him. When engaged in a conversation, his eyes light with interest and can show a few array of emotion, which seems to be the only time any emotion peeks out from the mostly stoic creature. Like his title says, the Wraith, Crow has a sort of eerie, mysterious air about him that makes him seem intense and almost intimidating; Crow doesn’t easily back down and will fight tooth and claw to get what he wants. Note the word HE-Crows quite the arrogant bastard and he knows it. Sarcasm goes hand in hand with this pine marten, and he loves to use his silver-tongue when ever he feels frustrated or mildly annoyed by someone/something. Being a straightforward creature, Crow’s insensitive and apathetic; caring little for others feelings, he tells it like it is. If you don’t like it then pities for you, Crow won’t chew his nails over your pain at what he said.
History:
Of course Crow was born to a family of pine martens-two parents, three brothers and two sisters; being the oldest, you were expected to be a good role model, for a villainous creature any way, and he was. Crow grew up as a sort of quiet, laid-back beast with little interest in anything else save for himself. When any sort of opportune moment came where he would benefit greatly, Crow would snap it up. Sibling fight where he would be privileged to get something special, Crow made sure he won. A moment to show off how good he was in combat, Crow participated and assured himself a victory. That had given him pride, but Crow desired more. Greed was a powerful beast, and it had plagued him with its diseased hands. Leaving his family behind, the handsome pine marten went off to seek a bigger playground at the prime age of 22. For several years he had done odd things, joining a small gang of pine martens to terrorize a small forest and when that didn’t work out, Crow jumped into the next bandwagon and the next until it led him to Fort Nightshade at the age of 28
Gender: Male
Species: Pine Marten
Age: 28 seasons
Appearance:
Lithe and slender, his body’s just as a pine marten should be. Crow’s muscles aren’t ripped, that’d just look wrong for a sleek cut creature like him, but he does have muscles. His fur is a soft sable brown hue with highlights of lighter brown. The dominant color for his face is white and a speckle of brown lines the center of his face-starting from the top of his head and ending on either side of his nose; running down his chin and past his chest and stomach is a gentle caramel yellow color. All four of his paws have a dark chocolate brown hue, making him look as if he is wearing a glove and even the tip of his tail is a dark brown color. This particular pine marten’s fur is like velvet-warm and irresistible to touch; Crow prides in his well groomed fur and takes the time to care for it. Everything about the way he stands and the way he dresses is confident, thingyy and powerful. The tunic wrapped comfortably around his upper torso is a dark redish hue with small gold buttons lining down the center (he has a thing for gold) and is hidden underneath his velvety soft black cloak which he constantly wears. The only jewelry that stands out is his small gold hoop earring pierced on his left ear and for a tattoo design…well, it’s quite obvious: a pair of crow’s wings located on the back of his shoulders.
Weapons/Equipment:
His sword isn’t a very impressive weapon. In reality the sword would turn away other creatures prying eyes. By appearance the sword with its long thin, one-sided blade and a battered black hilt, looks old and grungy, but this weapon is as deadly as any fancy blade and can cut just as good.
When Crow’s not tinkering around with his sword, he has a nice row of throwing knives just for the enjoyment factor; they’re well hidden beneath the cloak he continually wears.
Temperament:
Crows a rather dignified creature-clean cut and collected. A gentleman among gentlemen, this pine marten rarely explodes in rage nor does he act vulgarly. Though he hardly acts like a cruel beast, Crow is no pushover. Ruthless and malicious, he’s heart is as cold as ice and as empty as a void less pit; they always said it’s the quiet ones you need to watch out for and Crow’s one of them. Though he is a patient creature, that doesn’t mean he never flies into a rage, it’s just an unusual event for him. When engaged in a conversation, his eyes light with interest and can show a few array of emotion, which seems to be the only time any emotion peeks out from the mostly stoic creature. Like his title says, the Wraith, Crow has a sort of eerie, mysterious air about him that makes him seem intense and almost intimidating; Crow doesn’t easily back down and will fight tooth and claw to get what he wants. Note the word HE-Crows quite the arrogant bastard and he knows it. Sarcasm goes hand in hand with this pine marten, and he loves to use his silver-tongue when ever he feels frustrated or mildly annoyed by someone/something. Being a straightforward creature, Crow’s insensitive and apathetic; caring little for others feelings, he tells it like it is. If you don’t like it then pities for you, Crow won’t chew his nails over your pain at what he said.
History:
Of course Crow was born to a family of pine martens-two parents, three brothers and two sisters; being the oldest, you were expected to be a good role model, for a villainous creature any way, and he was. Crow grew up as a sort of quiet, laid-back beast with little interest in anything else save for himself. When any sort of opportune moment came where he would benefit greatly, Crow would snap it up. Sibling fight where he would be privileged to get something special, Crow made sure he won. A moment to show off how good he was in combat, Crow participated and assured himself a victory. That had given him pride, but Crow desired more. Greed was a powerful beast, and it had plagued him with its diseased hands. Leaving his family behind, the handsome pine marten went off to seek a bigger playground at the prime age of 22. For several years he had done odd things, joining a small gang of pine martens to terrorize a small forest and when that didn’t work out, Crow jumped into the next bandwagon and the next until it led him to Fort Nightshade at the age of 28