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07-27-2013, 03:30 PM




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Name:

#2 Crow

Personality:

(note: My characters' personalities always develop more over time as I play them. They tend to kind of take on a life of their own and I find out things about them that I wouldn't have known. As with all my first tries at a personality, I try my best to describe what I think I'll be playing, but certain traits may end up being bolder than others)

Crow is a very subtle, quiet, even thoughtful soul. He has a depth of spirit that, much like his coat, has all sorts of shades and sides and surprises. There's something rather unworldly about him, even as a pup. For instance: He might spend a whole morning just sitting his rump on a stone and watching the sunrise, and then come back inside and, when asked what he was doing, say that he didn't remember. Or at another time: He might he told some story or legend by his parents and spend the next three days making up a little song or poem about it. He is very talented at such things, and even dabbles a little bit at mud painting on stones and cave walls.

Something of an older race stirs in the boy's viens, and sometimes it takes a darker turn...he is his father's son after all. But even at his most distant times, there is an everpresent love for his parents and his siblings and the extended family of those around him that he gets to know. When he meets someone, he seeks, not just to know their name and their face, but their whole being. Their soul. He's rather deep for a pup, and sometimes his thoughts run away with him, but he's still very capable of being a part of a family and a pack. As he gets older, all this time spent in observation pays off and he'll become an extrememly talented hunter - making it all look easy by the time he's a yearling. As for fighting, no doubt he'll learn that too, but he'll always be very wary of violence. Deep down inside, he knows he enjoys it too much.



RP Sample:

"Crow! Crooooooww!"

The boy with the brown eyes didn't look up. Didn't stir an ear. Didn't flick his tail. He didn't hear his mother calling for him. All he knew was the sun and the pines and the fresh thawed earth. He'd been sitting in this little clearing for some time, just smelling the resin of the trees, and the moist, earthy scent of the soil. What an amazing thing was this time called Spring. He'd never experienced anything like it. It stirred something within him - some sense of life and energy and rebirth. How could his siblings he mucking about, trampling everything with their games, when there was such beauty to be gaze at right here?

Truth be told, he hadn't found this little corner on his own. He'd followed a stray trail of ants, all carrying tiny white bundles as they moved from their home in one tree to a new home in another. On careful pale paws, he'd followed, noticing that he had to step with the utmost balance or he'd shiver the earth and frighten them. Big round eyes, the color of hazelnuts had watched the many-legged things march along their merry way until he'd found the little thicket-ringed clearing. He'd had to half slide half crawl in under a tangle of brambles, but it was worth it. His own quiet place in the big wide world.

As he sat there, breathing in and out, he mused that maybe, just maybe, he'd bring his mom here. The boy loved his mother - she was so calm and beautiful and graceful. She would understand, he told himself. She would like it here. It was then that the calls finally reached his ears. That was her! That was Mother! Crow twisted around - the sunlight gleaming off his black markings as he bounded to the bramble 'door' and back out into the world. "Mother!" he called as he neared the white fae. "Mother can I be your ant?"


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