Klein Adoptables
Character Name: Rosemary Horatio Klein (Hamiclar x Yvonne )
Gender: Male
Design: Link
Appearance: Rosemary spent most of his young life believing he was a girl and being raised accordingly it wasn't until his juvenile year when he reached sexual maturity that his genitalia developed noticeably masculine and his voice began to deepen. Despite this Rose has always looked very effeminate with narrow pointed features and gently swaying curves on his body.
The majority of his body is black with a tan blend to his fur noticeable in the sunlight that can be best seen on a wing-like pattern on his front legs and over his muzzle. Shocks of white strike through his lower back and culminate in a stark white tail. His ears are tipped with white ends and a single blaze of white cuts down his forehead drawing the viewer's attention to his peach-colored eyes, often hooded in a sultry stare.
Personality:
-Proper-
At a glance Rose can be very intimidating between his pointed stare and tall stature. He is meticulous and calculating, often appearing serious and overly formal. He prefers to keep the traditions of his family and holds traditional values dear. He is overall calm quiet and reserved, and carries himself with authority. He is very level headed and honest with his suspicions however his emotions themselves are often kept to himself.
-Hardworking-
No one can accuse Rosemary of being lazy, the man works toward being a healer every day; gathering herbs, testing remedies, and collecting cures from other wolves. He can be very outgoing when his interests are peaked and often explores new possibilities with each new finding. He focuses on concrete facts and data and can be incredibly thorough in his experimentation with different herbs or while collecting information.
-Dutiful-
Rosemary is exceptionally loyal to his family and their cause and wants nothing more than to serve the empire loyally. He is organized and strategic in his methods and often direct when confronting others regardless of whether or not they’re of his blood. He is committed to serving his older brother however his stance is questionable among his other siblings, particularly the younger litter. He will question loyalty when he finds it questionable and will not hesitate to accuse others of not pulling their own weight.
-Introverted-
Often drained emotionally by prolonged exposure to others Rosemary prefers to keep to himself. He is quiet, reserved and self sufficient and prefers to process his thoughts internally. He is ruled by his head rather than his heart and finds the slavish dealings of his siblings and others to be reprehensible. He excels at developing plans and strategies on his own and doesn’t like the uncertainty that comes with interacting with others outside his family.
RP Sample: Ana.
Dear sweet Ana. How he missed her at times like these. As he battled his way through the storm, limbs reeling and kicking in the tide he found his thoughts lingering on the smallest of his litter. How she had died even smaller than she normally was, skin stretched taught over bones and fur made thin with malnutrition. He could have saved her had she been more spirited and less weak willed, but she had always fallen short on that regard.
He battled the grey and white sea, brine filling his nose and mouth as he swam harder through the crashing waves, with no end in sight, his limbs burning with effort and his lungs on fire; buffeted by the rough salt air. He swam and swam, letting his body be lifted and tossed around by the wqaves, he had always been large and imposing, but now he felt small, miniscule even, a single flea clinging to life within a raging pack of wolves as they stormed in pursuit of prey.
Lightning crashed overhead and in the distance, he glimpsed the snowy peak of a mountain. Land. He paddled faster and harder; all his effort put into chasing the faint outline as it was swallowed by the darkness of the night. A wave picked him up and dashed him against a stony shore, all the wind leaving his lungs in an instant as his body touched land for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. Water. He needed water. He scrambled up the slope of the shoreline, his claws biting into loose stones while his body swill swayed with the motion of the sea. He had made it. He had survived.
Plots/Ideas: I'd like this to be Deathbelle's litter mate and I'm going to be tossing him in Ashen