Destruction Adopts

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Pup trying for: Tordo
Character name: Merlin (the falcon, not the wizard)

Design number: Design # Awesomepants!



Personality:

Merlin is an exuberant boy, bright, vivacious and full of energy. No one's a stranger to him - he's extremely extroverted and outgoing. Friends and strangers alike are likely to find themselves pulled into a big backslapping hug and maybe even a playful little tussle. He's the furthest thing from shy you could find, and caution is not his strong suit. He might come across as something of an eternal child, though in more of a Peter Pan and the Lost Boys way than his older sister Finch. Everything's always a game, always an adventure to him.

He adores being the center of attention and tends to overdo things in order to get noticed, but he's a good sport and takes it well when others are in the spotlight, throwing himself just as headlong into supporting them. That's because it's not a matter of personal pride to him when he isn't the best at something - he likes to have attention, he likes to be the best, but he doesn't have any pride or self-worth wrapped up into it. He's a very self-assured individual, so it just doesn't bother him. That's why he's equally happy when someone else does better, because he knows that surely they feel really good like he would so that's great!

He's boisterous and very physically affectionate, probably to the great annoyance of a certain older brother, and may sometimes come across as intimidatingly loud and just plain "too much" for a more timid wolf. He'll try to tone it down out of respect for them but he finds it difficult. He just finds it difficult to hold himself back, or even to hold still at all for that matter, and his voice is naturally loud and, as he grows to adulthood, booming.

He excels in the physical arts... hunting, fighting, running, exploring... but put him in a lesson about history or healing or the stars and you've lost him. His attention wanders, and he completely tunes out and tends to retain nothing. It takes some serious doing to get him to apply himself to intellectual pursuits, though if you find a way to entwine it into something he's passionate about, or if you make it into a game or something more physical, oh he's all over that. He's not a big dumb idiot, he just has issues with engaging on that level, attention-wise.

He's also not a particularly great talker - which is to say, he's great at TALKING but he's definitely no silver tongued diplomat if you know what I mean. He has a tendency to say the wrong thing at the wrong time and manage to offend everyone in the room at the same time, and he could use a bit of work on his volume control as well. That doesn't stop him from chattering away like a magpie at every opportunity, though, constantly and with very little brain-to-mouth filter on his words.

What he does have is a huge heart. Loving, loyal, caring, and gentle, though he may have issues with expressing it. He's also spunky and incredibly courageous, extremely determined and he never gives up - which can be as much a fault as it is a virtue. He cherishes his littermate and elder siblings, and though he isn't entirely blind to their faults he accepts them completely for who they are (which is much the way he takes everyone in his life) and lavishes them in love and adoration. Lark particularly holds his hero-worship, the more war-like of the siblings and so the one he relates most to.

That said, that heart can be broken - eventually, after accepting a lot of abuse in the meantime. He is the eternal optimist, but even optimism reaches it's limit eventually. When his heart breaks, he grieves quietly, deep within himself, tending to hold his pain close to him so that nobody else sees so that it can't hurt anyone else. Instead he'll put on a brave face, paste on a smile, and go drag a friend off to play a game or go on some whirlwind adventure so that everything will be all right.

Rank wanted: Guardia

RP sample: "Lark! Lark!" The gray-cloaked pup raced up to Lark's den, skidding to a stop so close he almost tumbled straight in. "LAAAAARK!" he yapped into the den, but luckily for Lark's ears he wasn't in. He snuffled and sniffed around the den for a moment, but finally slumped down in defeat. Darn, he really had hoped to get Lark to teach him some cool moves! But he didn't know enough about tracking to be able to figure out which scent leading away from the den was the freshest, so he couldn't follow it to find him. Hmmm.

Wait, Dad would know where Lark was! Dads knew everything, everyone knew that. Merlin leaped back to his paws again as though he hadn't been giving the most pathetically dejected impression of a kicked dog in the world, and raced off again towards the den he shared with his parents and Piper. Ooo, maybe Dad could teach him some cool moves instead! "Dad! Dad! DAAAAAD!"