Ooo, this sounds interesting.
Name: Sotet
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Appearance:Sotet is a large, solidly-built male wolf with a thick, shaggy coat of fur.
Personality: Calm and thoughtful are two words that could be used to describe Sotet in a nutshell - he always acts, never reacts. With a good handle on his emotions and logic ruling instinct, he is not known for rash or hasty decisions. Sotet tends to have a soothing effect on those around him - ever diplomatic, he is an excellent mediator and has a way with words. He firmly believes in putting the whole before the individual, and sternly drums the same belief into others wherever he can. He can come across as a little too strict sometimes, but he means well. Sotet has no patience for troublemakers and is not afraid to dole out discipline - though he is usually quite forgiving.
Sotet nurses a secret love of the spiritual and mystical. While untalented in either field himself, he tries very hard to live in what he sees as "balance", never harming another being unless absolutely necessary and trying to amass "good karma". He becomes something of a wide-eyed pup in the presence of actual mystics, and always has time to learn new things.
He loves folklore, and believes stories are one of the best ways to teach lessons to pups. Sotet believes it is important to remember where a wolf came from, and immortalize their ancestors through tales of their life and exploits.
Likes: Fresh snowdrifts, the scent of the sea, pups, a happy pack
Dislikes: Lack of direction, cruelty, wastefulness
Fears: Making mistakes with terrible consequences, fire, losing himself, situations out of his control
Biography: I prefer to keep things like this strictly in-RP if that's ok. Simple things of note -
- Born to the Achuak pack
- Wandered for a short time upon becoming independant
- Returned to his birth pack to find things had gone downhill
- Decided to stay and try to aid his people however he could
Which Pack: Achuak, I'm not fussy about role. Well, Sotet would NOT fit an omega role, but y'know.
Roleplay Sample: (Scene-setting post example - Muse allowing, I usually start with a long one like this to set the mood and scene, then post 2-3 paragraphs instead.)Tonight's winds were bitter, howling across the crashing waves as they effortlessly tossed great chunks of ice against the shattered shoreline. The moon gazed down impassively, casting a silver glow across the ice and sand that bore no heat, but provided ample illumination where it peeked between the wispy, galetorn clouds. Dawn would come, soon. But it would bring no relief from the storm. This, Sotet had resigned himself to with no short amount of worry.
The dark-furred male's paws were numb, the frozen sands beneath radiating a chill even his thick coat and sturdy constitution could not ward off. Head down, his stark yellow eyes were squinted against the crosswind's bite, ears pinned flat against his broad skull. He'd long given up on holding his tail carefully, allowing the wind to tease and pull it as it pleased. It was unpleasant, but his endurance was waning and the most important thing was to simply keep moving. He repeated this like a mantra, but truthfully he did not know where he was going.
He'd seen the first signs on the open plains - the lush, tall grasses withering and giving way to mottled sands and parched earth. Birds, once flitting busily about the sparse trees, fallen silent and gone into hiding. Prey was scarce, and there was a strange unease over the land. Snow had begun to fall - blanketing the plains, the mountains, in bitter white.
It was the same everywhere Sotet travelled. A chill had creeped into the very bones of the world, turning paradise into a frozen wasteland.
His yellow eyes misted over as he mulled over the situation. It had been three years since he had left his birth pack, the wolves of the waves, the Achuak. A young, bright-eyed pup, whiskers barely grown. He'd wanted to see the world beyond the sprawling beaches and estuaries. He'd rarely thought of home on his travels, too embroiled in the idyllic rhythm of living, leaving, looking. But worry had begun to grip the male's heart as he witnessed this strange malady that afflicted all lands, and his heart twinged in fear for his home.
Things were looking bad, and Sotet did not need the vicious bite of the wind to remind him of that. He had to find them. With renewed vigor bred from determination, the male forced his wearied legs into a trot, head raised in defiance of the storm, seeking something - anything - that brought memories to the fore and gave him a guide.
