Creed x Kavdaya Puppies!
08-19-2016, 01:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-21-2016, 10:45 PM by Bass.)
OOC Name: Evelyn!
Name: Fable
Gender: Male
Design Number: Nine please!
Alignment: Lawful good
Appearance Description: It's clear to see right from the get go that Fable takes more after his sire than he does his dame. The base of his coat is a soft grey, broken up by white markings that almost resemble a harness. There is hardly a patch of his coat that says a solid colour for too long, although white and grey dominate his pelt. There are only two places that black makes themselves known, on a diamond like shape just behind his shoulders, and a small patch that covers the lower part of his muzzle. The black covers the circumference of his nose, extending about half an inch upwards. It runs down towards the middle of his upper lip, extending slightly in width as it travels downwards. It covers about half of his lower jaw as well, connecting in a perfect line with his upper lip when his jaw is shut. A white stripe paints the front half of his face, starting at the base of his nose and running up his muzzle until it stops just above his brows. The same snow white colour covers each of his eyes, flowing down towards the underside of his muzzle in an almost tear like stream, only much wider. These lines meet under his chin, a continuous line to his opposite side, connecting each eye marking to each other. Fable's left ear is completely white, while his right is merely tipped in the colour. Each of the boys eyes are yellow in colour, a rich, gold like tone.
The majority of Fable's legs are white, with his front legs it extends up to his chest and throat, only interrupted around each elbow where the grey takes over once more. It fades off into white further down each limb before there is only a white expanse. The snowy marking then reaches up past his shoulders, hugging each side of his black diamond marking before running down his spine, ending at the base of his tail. For his back limbs, the white runs unchecked until around his thighs, where the light colour forms an almost 'u' like shape around the grey. On the back side of his hind legs, it stops about three inches from the base of his tail, but on the front it continues on until the last curve of his hip. His tail is dunked in the light shade as well, that covers the entire underside of the appendage.
In his younger years, Fable was a rather odd looking wolf. His paws were far too big for him, and he was pretty much all legs. He had a sleek, yet strong build, not too stocky and yet not too lithe. He finds it hard to get around without tripping over his paws, and it takes quite some time for him to figure out his body. When Fable is fully grown, he will reach 40 inches, finally fitting into his gangly, all legs look. He is well defined with muscles to match, but missing the bulk of stronger fighters. He instead relies on his swift movement and quick attacks, as well as his fast thinking mind. He is a good long distance and sprint runner, like all wolves he can cover a lot of ground in at an easy lope. Fable is the perfect mix of both of his parents in the way of his build, but will outgrow both of them and all his siblings. (at this point. Still not dead set on the height, it will be either 38' or 40')
Personality Description: *Subject to change as he grows)*
Fable is not a wolf who gets along well in the shadow of another wolf. It could be a sibling, or even someone that he views as a friend. From a young age he had an undying need to please his parents, and be the very best that he could be for them. Even though they showed him so much love, he never thinks that he is quite good enough. He knows that he could always one up himself, and be faster or stronger than he was. It's not that he thinks lowly of himself, but he sees where his parents have been and what they have done in their lives and transpires to be just like that. He thinks that the blood of great, strong wolves runs though his veins and he wants to do everything he can to solidify it. He pushes himself to the edge, always training in some way or form. Fable is generally always studying or training, in healing, fighting, or even language and history. Because of this, it is hard for him to make friends. After his first lesson, he was hooked on knowledge and learning all that he could, wanting to master everything that he came across. Everything he does is to make his family proud of him, even if it keeps them at arms length sometimes.
To say that Fable is a hard worker is almost an understatement. He goes above and beyond with everything that he is given, be it a task for his pack or something as simple as going out and gathering herbs. He is not only in compitition with others, but also with himself. Failing is not something that comes to mind, so when he does fall short he is very hard on himself, sitting in a corner and moping about it. He never stays this way for long though, only needing to give himself one good pep talk before he is off again.
He is a very quick learner and it doesn't take him long to pick up on things, making it very easy for him to pick up new languages and skills. He wants to be just as strong as his mother at healing, and as quick as his father at fighting. He is very protective of his family, pack, and anyone who sticks around long enough to be a friend. He will protect them to the end, if they did nothing wrong. Even if he cares dearly for his family, if anyone did something that is morally wrong, he would have a hard time covering up for them. He has a very straight sense of right and wrong, and has a hard time with others that ride the middle. Fable doesn't like not being able to read others, he himself is a very open book when it comes to emotions. Right from the start he is good at talking about his problems and never holds back, and he is also a great listener. He loves to give advice and tries to be the best shoulder to lean on that he can. It is nearly impossible to convince him to do anything wrong, but he will follow behind to make sure that they are safe. Fable is pretty much a goody-two-shoes, there is no doubt about it.
TLDR; Quick learner, loves gathering knowledge, wants to be the very best (that no one ever was), wants to please his parents, in constant competition with himself, hates standing in anyone's shadow, wants to be someone his family can be proud of, good healer and fighter, hard worker.
Plans: Not sure! He will probably stick with his parents for awhile, interested in both fighting and healing. He is eager to learn, and determined to do all he can to impress his parents and do right by them. Devoted to his studies, he will have very little time for friends, and can often be seen as a loner. Interactions with others are usually short lived, as he very much lives inside his head, trying to dissect conversations to learn all he can in a very short time. He's always looking for something to learn, quickly soaking up all knowledge thrown at him. If he ever fails in something, he will be very heartbroken and even harder on himself, tossing himself right back in to do it better. Nothing short of success is good enough for him. Through all of this he will still try and maintain a relationship with his siblings, but feels like he is in a constant struggle to do better than them. It's not like he wants to be better than his siblings, but he doesn't want to stand in anyone's shadow. I am guessing his siblings will see this as wanting to be better, even though he just wants to make everyone proud, including them. I can foresee a bit of tension because of this, leaving Fable confused and hurt.
Roleplay Sample:
He stood low to the ground, his belly getting tickled by the blades of grass below him. His eyes narrowed in on his prey, the toad was unaware of his presence. With his rump up in the air, he wiggled it slightly to and fro as he tried to find his balance. He would catch this thing, and bring it back to Papa to show him what a good hunter he was. The boy was determined to do his parents proud, and surly a fast hopping creature like the toad would be a prime example of his skill. One large paw after another, he grew closer and closer to the amphibian, careful to not step on any branches near the creek. The toad croaked, his throat expanding as it let out a loud sound. But Fable wasn't scared, he was going to catch it if it was the last thing that he did. Nothing else mattered, he just wanted to do good by his mother and father. His Papa was a strong fighter, and his Momma was the best healer around. He wanted to do both, and be the best hunter ever! He could do it all, he knew he could. But the child knew that it would take a lot of hard work, something he was more than willing to do. He knew already at such a young age, that he could do anything he set his mind to.
Fable knew that he was close enough to leap on the toad, but looking behind it, he knew that if he missed he would go flying into the river. Not only would he go home without a prize, he would be a very wet puppy. Momma always said that the river could be dangerous for the little ones, that they could be swept away if they weren't careful. He shuddered, there was no way he wanted to get forced away from his family. They meant everything to him! He didn't know what he would do without them. So the multihued boy knew that he had to calculate this right, he couldn't overshoot the toad by very much. Knowing this, he narrowed his golden eyes and took his time. But before he was done thinking, the toad hopped off of its perch and headed towards the river behind it. The pups heart fell to his paws, but he wasn't done yet. Quickly making the adjustments, he jumped into the sky, flying over where the toad had been. He felt its squishy body in his font paws as he landed, his eyes growing wide. He was going to get it! Just before his hind legs hit the earth, one of his paws slid off of the slick toads back, and he lost his footing. Fable crashed to his side, the impact causing the air to rush out of his lungs. The toad, unharmed, simply hopped into the water and vanished. The boy laid there, trying to catch his breath as hot tears rolled down his cheeks. He had failed. He had nothing to bring back to his parents, nothing to show for all of this effort. When he was finally able to draw in a deep breath, he rose to his paws and greedily sucked air into his lungs. He was just going to give up and go home, but his brows knit together at the thought. No, he was not a failure! He would keep hunting until he caught something, even if his side was bruised now. He wouldn't go home until he had something to show Papa and Momma. With a swift nod, he dropped into a crouch once more, shouldering the pain that came from the movement. He would catch a toad, no matter what.
Name: Fable
Gender: Male
Design Number: Nine please!
Alignment: Lawful good
Appearance Description: It's clear to see right from the get go that Fable takes more after his sire than he does his dame. The base of his coat is a soft grey, broken up by white markings that almost resemble a harness. There is hardly a patch of his coat that says a solid colour for too long, although white and grey dominate his pelt. There are only two places that black makes themselves known, on a diamond like shape just behind his shoulders, and a small patch that covers the lower part of his muzzle. The black covers the circumference of his nose, extending about half an inch upwards. It runs down towards the middle of his upper lip, extending slightly in width as it travels downwards. It covers about half of his lower jaw as well, connecting in a perfect line with his upper lip when his jaw is shut. A white stripe paints the front half of his face, starting at the base of his nose and running up his muzzle until it stops just above his brows. The same snow white colour covers each of his eyes, flowing down towards the underside of his muzzle in an almost tear like stream, only much wider. These lines meet under his chin, a continuous line to his opposite side, connecting each eye marking to each other. Fable's left ear is completely white, while his right is merely tipped in the colour. Each of the boys eyes are yellow in colour, a rich, gold like tone.
The majority of Fable's legs are white, with his front legs it extends up to his chest and throat, only interrupted around each elbow where the grey takes over once more. It fades off into white further down each limb before there is only a white expanse. The snowy marking then reaches up past his shoulders, hugging each side of his black diamond marking before running down his spine, ending at the base of his tail. For his back limbs, the white runs unchecked until around his thighs, where the light colour forms an almost 'u' like shape around the grey. On the back side of his hind legs, it stops about three inches from the base of his tail, but on the front it continues on until the last curve of his hip. His tail is dunked in the light shade as well, that covers the entire underside of the appendage.
In his younger years, Fable was a rather odd looking wolf. His paws were far too big for him, and he was pretty much all legs. He had a sleek, yet strong build, not too stocky and yet not too lithe. He finds it hard to get around without tripping over his paws, and it takes quite some time for him to figure out his body. When Fable is fully grown, he will reach 40 inches, finally fitting into his gangly, all legs look. He is well defined with muscles to match, but missing the bulk of stronger fighters. He instead relies on his swift movement and quick attacks, as well as his fast thinking mind. He is a good long distance and sprint runner, like all wolves he can cover a lot of ground in at an easy lope. Fable is the perfect mix of both of his parents in the way of his build, but will outgrow both of them and all his siblings. (at this point. Still not dead set on the height, it will be either 38' or 40')
Personality Description: *Subject to change as he grows)*
Fable is not a wolf who gets along well in the shadow of another wolf. It could be a sibling, or even someone that he views as a friend. From a young age he had an undying need to please his parents, and be the very best that he could be for them. Even though they showed him so much love, he never thinks that he is quite good enough. He knows that he could always one up himself, and be faster or stronger than he was. It's not that he thinks lowly of himself, but he sees where his parents have been and what they have done in their lives and transpires to be just like that. He thinks that the blood of great, strong wolves runs though his veins and he wants to do everything he can to solidify it. He pushes himself to the edge, always training in some way or form. Fable is generally always studying or training, in healing, fighting, or even language and history. Because of this, it is hard for him to make friends. After his first lesson, he was hooked on knowledge and learning all that he could, wanting to master everything that he came across. Everything he does is to make his family proud of him, even if it keeps them at arms length sometimes.
To say that Fable is a hard worker is almost an understatement. He goes above and beyond with everything that he is given, be it a task for his pack or something as simple as going out and gathering herbs. He is not only in compitition with others, but also with himself. Failing is not something that comes to mind, so when he does fall short he is very hard on himself, sitting in a corner and moping about it. He never stays this way for long though, only needing to give himself one good pep talk before he is off again.
He is a very quick learner and it doesn't take him long to pick up on things, making it very easy for him to pick up new languages and skills. He wants to be just as strong as his mother at healing, and as quick as his father at fighting. He is very protective of his family, pack, and anyone who sticks around long enough to be a friend. He will protect them to the end, if they did nothing wrong. Even if he cares dearly for his family, if anyone did something that is morally wrong, he would have a hard time covering up for them. He has a very straight sense of right and wrong, and has a hard time with others that ride the middle. Fable doesn't like not being able to read others, he himself is a very open book when it comes to emotions. Right from the start he is good at talking about his problems and never holds back, and he is also a great listener. He loves to give advice and tries to be the best shoulder to lean on that he can. It is nearly impossible to convince him to do anything wrong, but he will follow behind to make sure that they are safe. Fable is pretty much a goody-two-shoes, there is no doubt about it.
TLDR; Quick learner, loves gathering knowledge, wants to be the very best (that no one ever was), wants to please his parents, in constant competition with himself, hates standing in anyone's shadow, wants to be someone his family can be proud of, good healer and fighter, hard worker.
Plans: Not sure! He will probably stick with his parents for awhile, interested in both fighting and healing. He is eager to learn, and determined to do all he can to impress his parents and do right by them. Devoted to his studies, he will have very little time for friends, and can often be seen as a loner. Interactions with others are usually short lived, as he very much lives inside his head, trying to dissect conversations to learn all he can in a very short time. He's always looking for something to learn, quickly soaking up all knowledge thrown at him. If he ever fails in something, he will be very heartbroken and even harder on himself, tossing himself right back in to do it better. Nothing short of success is good enough for him. Through all of this he will still try and maintain a relationship with his siblings, but feels like he is in a constant struggle to do better than them. It's not like he wants to be better than his siblings, but he doesn't want to stand in anyone's shadow. I am guessing his siblings will see this as wanting to be better, even though he just wants to make everyone proud, including them. I can foresee a bit of tension because of this, leaving Fable confused and hurt.
Roleplay Sample:
He stood low to the ground, his belly getting tickled by the blades of grass below him. His eyes narrowed in on his prey, the toad was unaware of his presence. With his rump up in the air, he wiggled it slightly to and fro as he tried to find his balance. He would catch this thing, and bring it back to Papa to show him what a good hunter he was. The boy was determined to do his parents proud, and surly a fast hopping creature like the toad would be a prime example of his skill. One large paw after another, he grew closer and closer to the amphibian, careful to not step on any branches near the creek. The toad croaked, his throat expanding as it let out a loud sound. But Fable wasn't scared, he was going to catch it if it was the last thing that he did. Nothing else mattered, he just wanted to do good by his mother and father. His Papa was a strong fighter, and his Momma was the best healer around. He wanted to do both, and be the best hunter ever! He could do it all, he knew he could. But the child knew that it would take a lot of hard work, something he was more than willing to do. He knew already at such a young age, that he could do anything he set his mind to.
Fable knew that he was close enough to leap on the toad, but looking behind it, he knew that if he missed he would go flying into the river. Not only would he go home without a prize, he would be a very wet puppy. Momma always said that the river could be dangerous for the little ones, that they could be swept away if they weren't careful. He shuddered, there was no way he wanted to get forced away from his family. They meant everything to him! He didn't know what he would do without them. So the multihued boy knew that he had to calculate this right, he couldn't overshoot the toad by very much. Knowing this, he narrowed his golden eyes and took his time. But before he was done thinking, the toad hopped off of its perch and headed towards the river behind it. The pups heart fell to his paws, but he wasn't done yet. Quickly making the adjustments, he jumped into the sky, flying over where the toad had been. He felt its squishy body in his font paws as he landed, his eyes growing wide. He was going to get it! Just before his hind legs hit the earth, one of his paws slid off of the slick toads back, and he lost his footing. Fable crashed to his side, the impact causing the air to rush out of his lungs. The toad, unharmed, simply hopped into the water and vanished. The boy laid there, trying to catch his breath as hot tears rolled down his cheeks. He had failed. He had nothing to bring back to his parents, nothing to show for all of this effort. When he was finally able to draw in a deep breath, he rose to his paws and greedily sucked air into his lungs. He was just going to give up and go home, but his brows knit together at the thought. No, he was not a failure! He would keep hunting until he caught something, even if his side was bruised now. He wouldn't go home until he had something to show Papa and Momma. With a swift nod, he dropped into a crouch once more, shouldering the pain that came from the movement. He would catch a toad, no matter what.
My focus needs more focus.
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