Vitus and Archie

Ooc name: Blueberry

Applying for: Archelaus

Name: Archelaus Armada

Appearace: Archelaus is a big male, at 39 inches tall, but two of his brothers still tower over him. The only brother he is taller than is Vitus, and even then he barely stands over him by three inches. The male holds himself with pride, in himself and his family, and walks as if he thinks nothing could bring him down. Archelaus has a sturdy build, muscles rippling underneath his fur, although he is not that fast, the male being forced to rely on his strength and stamina if he decides to hunt.

Archelaus takes after his mother in coloration, coated in silver. A darker gray, almost slate blue, coats his snout and stretches up his forehead. Three of his paws are coated in a color a little lighter than the one on his snout. His hind left paw, however, is a vivid white, unlike his other paws.

Although Archelaus may not be as interesting as his brothers in pelt coloration, his eyes will certainly gurantee a second glance. Standing out against the grays of his fur, Archelaus' eyes are a vivid red. Hidden within his eyes are flecks of darker reds.

Personality: Archelaus has quite a bit of pride in his family, despite what happened when he was younger. He keeps a prince like attitude in his proud nature. Archelaus has a way of thinking that some may argue with. Despite his pride in his family, he has no ambition to continue the family's legacy. Instead, he will rely on his family members to continue the legacy. His family seems to have been doing well enough without him, legacy wise. Archelaus is rather lazy as well, never really working on developing any goals he might have. He has no desire to work on any skill he may have. He is happy to be Archelaus, and that is good enough for him. He thinks that wolves in the Armada family do not need skill, and are simply born great. Archelaus still has a lot to learn, but he is still young.

Archelaus, because of the lack of a male role model, has a viewpoint on what males should be like and wants to be the same. Because of this viewpoint, Archelaus bottles up his emotions, unsure how to cope with them. With others, he is unsure how to comfort them, and would be quite awkward if he tried to.

Plans: Meet up with his family and join Fiori. Have lots of threads with them. Anything else will have to be determined on what happens.

RP sample: Archelaus was making his way back to his family, droplets of rain hitting his head. And not small droplets of rain, either. These were the droplets that hit your head with such force that the wolf in question was glaring at the leaves over his head. Archelaus was an Armada, and this rain needed to realize who it was dealing with. Well, it couldn't think, but still. If it could know who was making his way beneath the trees, it would stop. After all, he was an Armada! Vibrant red eyes narrowed as the rain turned into a downpour, completely soaking Archelaus' fur as he walked, even when he was underneath the trees.

He needed to find shelter soon, and when this stupid rain stopped, he could continue on his way. The silver boy picked up the pace, his gray and white paws carrying him across the land quickly. There had to be something around here, right? After a few moments, Archelaus stopped, red gaze searching the land in case there was something he could take shelter in. In the distance, a faint shape was barely visible. A cave, maybe? In case it was, Archelaus made his way to the possible shelter. As he got closer, Archelaus noticed that it wasn't a true cave, just a large hollow in the side of a hill. It would still work, though, if the rain didn't knock the earth down on him first. It wouldn't if if knew what was good for it.

Ducking his head, Archelaus disappeared into the hollow, laying down with his head on his paws, staring out at the rain. Who knew how long it would take to end? Yawning, Archelaus closed his eyes for a few monents...And opened them again to a paw kicking at him. Opening one eye, he stared up at the wolf who stood just outside the hollow. The other wolf was an older one, but as Archelaus got to his paws and exited the hollow, he saw that he towered over the older male. However, the wolf was not afraid. "Kid, can you move? I need my den." The wolf glared up at him, eyes narrowed. "I'm not a kid. I'm Archelaus Armada." The other wolf was silent for a moment. "Well, Archelaus Armada, I still need my den." He slipped by Archelaus, muttering something that the silver boy barely caught. "Don't even know what an Armada is." Archelaus pinned his ears, continuing on his way. Still, the encounter with the smaller male had annoyed him.

Well, it wasn't his problem if the wolf was so dense that he didn't know part of a legacy when he saw one.