Post by Bandit on Sept 20, 2006 19:08:54 GMT -5
Name: Bandit
NickName: Known as thief in some cases
Title: Sly as a Fox
Pack: N/A
Age (Please incluse season): 4 Winters
Gender: Male
Height: 3'0
Eyes: Blue
Body Pelt: Black
Tail Pelt: Black
Legs pelt: Black, skull and crossbones on his front leg
Head Pelt: Black..Blue bandanna with skull on it. He wears that..
History: "Get back here you scoundrel!"
A cold voice called to a black smear that ran through the ally ways. A large steak hung from his mouth. As he vanished through the darkness, blending in with it perfectly.
The large human ran through the ally, unable to find the male. When he had vanished. The male let out a soft chuckle. Easy catch for the day. His black tail swished faintly as he walked with pride, his blue eyes narrowed at a dog. He snarled and ran at him...
How this all started? The young wolf, not even near his peek of existence stood tall. He had been raised near a small town, filled with humans. His mother, had been caught and killed when the pups were still very young. They were still blind, and so when the brothers and sisters were taken unknowing of what was to come of them. Bandit was spared...he was away sleeping in the ditch his mother had dug when this had occurred, deeper then his family.
He had been found by another wolf who lived near his mother. She had treated him like her own son. Giving him a name and a bandanna as gifts for his first birthday.
Bandit, his new name. His mother taught him how to hunt, but when he saw opportunity in the town they lived near, he snatched it. He stole food from the humans whenever he could. He was given special gifts, he had been born with a scar, a mark of evil..A skull and crossbones on his arm. Giving him the power of invisibility and the power of speed. He had still been beaten up pretty bad before, a scar hangs over his right eye. Constantly showing how he used to live.
His foster mother, Bell, had known this day would come. After bringing her the steak he had gotten previously, she told him he must journey away from here. It was a custom that the wolves that lived in the area HAD to do. They would have to travel through the wilderness and find a pack. If they survived, they would be able to return and live their lives as they had before.
Bandit was two when his "mother" had told him to do such things, he was able to train until he was strong enough to go out on his own. Learning the ways of how real wolves lived.
And so, Bandit travels, he still has the thick conniving blood in himself that he had been trained with. He wore a rag like bandanna on his head, and the scars of brawls he had been forced into. The bandanna represents the memory of the only mother he had, the scars, of the only life he knew. But he is willing to give that all up in order to survive, forget all that he had already. And so, his journey begins.
Personality: Sly, cunning, notorious, untrusting, cruel, filled with hatred.
Brothers and Sisiters: Unknown
Parents: Alas, dead
Other: D: Don't hate me, I can change his history if you want me to...If its not good enough, or anything..Also, I hope its ok to have accessories and minor powers...
Pic:
-Info for the role player-
Name: Chase
Username: Bandit
Age: Uh..You don't wanna know..
Wolves: Bandit
Main wolf: Bandit
Aim: None
Yim: None
MSN:flamemage25@hotmail.com
E-mail:flamemage25@hotmail.com
Other:
I'M NOT A PEDO D:. Don't kill me..
NickName: Known as thief in some cases
Title: Sly as a Fox
Pack: N/A
Age (Please incluse season): 4 Winters
Gender: Male
Height: 3'0
Eyes: Blue
Body Pelt: Black
Tail Pelt: Black
Legs pelt: Black, skull and crossbones on his front leg
Head Pelt: Black..Blue bandanna with skull on it. He wears that..
History: "Get back here you scoundrel!"
A cold voice called to a black smear that ran through the ally ways. A large steak hung from his mouth. As he vanished through the darkness, blending in with it perfectly.
The large human ran through the ally, unable to find the male. When he had vanished. The male let out a soft chuckle. Easy catch for the day. His black tail swished faintly as he walked with pride, his blue eyes narrowed at a dog. He snarled and ran at him...
How this all started? The young wolf, not even near his peek of existence stood tall. He had been raised near a small town, filled with humans. His mother, had been caught and killed when the pups were still very young. They were still blind, and so when the brothers and sisters were taken unknowing of what was to come of them. Bandit was spared...he was away sleeping in the ditch his mother had dug when this had occurred, deeper then his family.
He had been found by another wolf who lived near his mother. She had treated him like her own son. Giving him a name and a bandanna as gifts for his first birthday.
Bandit, his new name. His mother taught him how to hunt, but when he saw opportunity in the town they lived near, he snatched it. He stole food from the humans whenever he could. He was given special gifts, he had been born with a scar, a mark of evil..A skull and crossbones on his arm. Giving him the power of invisibility and the power of speed. He had still been beaten up pretty bad before, a scar hangs over his right eye. Constantly showing how he used to live.
His foster mother, Bell, had known this day would come. After bringing her the steak he had gotten previously, she told him he must journey away from here. It was a custom that the wolves that lived in the area HAD to do. They would have to travel through the wilderness and find a pack. If they survived, they would be able to return and live their lives as they had before.
Bandit was two when his "mother" had told him to do such things, he was able to train until he was strong enough to go out on his own. Learning the ways of how real wolves lived.
And so, Bandit travels, he still has the thick conniving blood in himself that he had been trained with. He wore a rag like bandanna on his head, and the scars of brawls he had been forced into. The bandanna represents the memory of the only mother he had, the scars, of the only life he knew. But he is willing to give that all up in order to survive, forget all that he had already. And so, his journey begins.
Personality: Sly, cunning, notorious, untrusting, cruel, filled with hatred.
Brothers and Sisiters: Unknown
Parents: Alas, dead
Other: D: Don't hate me, I can change his history if you want me to...If its not good enough, or anything..Also, I hope its ok to have accessories and minor powers...
Pic:
-Info for the role player-
Name: Chase
Username: Bandit
Age: Uh..You don't wanna know..
Wolves: Bandit
Main wolf: Bandit
Aim: None
Yim: None
MSN:flamemage25@hotmail.com
E-mail:flamemage25@hotmail.com
Other:
I'M NOT A PEDO D:. Don't kill me..