Salvatore Means Savior

Name: Salvatore Adalfero

Personality:
Sal is a very sweet, kind, and loving wolf. Lust and perverted thoughts are always far from his mind, if not there at all. He adores his sisters and his family, and no matter what he will always have close family bonds. He will eagerly and willingly put himself to protect his family and friends, especially his younger sister Felicita. He loves her to no end, and strives to give her everything she deserves. Protecting, loyal, and ever watchful of those he grows close to, he is the epitome of unselfishness as he will always put others first. He is a sweetheart, a charmer, lyrical words always upon his open minded tongue as he works hard to make better the days of others. Even if he is in a bad mood, he will push his own hardships aside for the sake of others. Though he is an honest wolf, he is very much capable of being secretive and holding the truths from those that seek to use it against him. He dislikes those that seek to harm others, and will only fight if necessary. Salvatore will willingly place himself in the path of his foes should they seek to harm his sister Felicita.

Sal is a dreamer he is very level headed and realistic as well. His dreamers world is just an escape from the realities at times. He knows of the evils, the destruction, the horrible things in the world. And though he doesn't completely ignore them, he prefers to try and see the good and beauty of it all. As fighting and violence are his least preferred methods, he will only do so in times of dire need. If that is inescapable, then he can turn into the most fearsome and skillful warrior, he will not hesitate to charge at his opponent if they seek to harm him or those he cares about. At times he can be a little hot headed, insults occasionally prickling his fur but can also slide off him depending on the severity. He will never take an insult against his sister lightly, instead he will take the initiative and will most likely strike first. Let it be said, however, if anyone aims to harm his little Felicita then he will not hesitate to rent his enemies asunder! He can change from a calm beast into hells demon within the blink of an eye. Other then that, his eyes always show a gentle kindness, and the air about him always seems to emanate a calm radiance to those who are around him. Bravery, loyalty, confidence, and strength are his prime factors. He is not dainty in the least, though somewhat contrary to his silken appearance, he just likes to take good care of himself.

Appearance:
Sal is considered a graceful yet strong beauty. He is graceful beyond measure, a shiny thick and full flowing pelt aiding to his graceful bounty. Wrapping his lithe and muscular frame is a thick and sleek shiny pelt of russet red, similar to a foxes pelt color but not as bright. He carries himself with careful and yet strong and sure minded steps, always holding himself as a respectful individual should. He doesn't stoop to his rival or enemies level, instead he always holds himself high. Not because he thinks he's better then everyone, but because he has confidence. The fur wrapping his frame is silky smooth, he takes a great deal of care in his appearance and fur, not allowing it to become soiled for more then he can handle. Accompanying the russet hues, is a beautiful flowing cream colored tail. His entire tail is a completely different color, it does not hold russet red but instead it sharply changes into a silky soft array of creamy white with a healthy glow. His tail is longer then normal, the fur upon his hind is held barely above the ground, a few random strands occasionally sweeping the floor behind him. He usually prefers to walk with his tail just inches above the ground, else it drags in the dirt. To match his gorgeous tail, is a gorgeous thick build of flowing fur around his neck and chest area. It gives him the appearance of having a mane, though for some reason the fur in that area grew longer and thicker then the rest of his pelt asides from his tail. It too is a creamy glowing white, and he takes great pride in it. The mane like fur upon him greatly resembles that of a lion, which gives him an even fiercer appearance.

Another aspect that is noticeable about him, is the kind gentility and nobleness in his deep golden amber eyes. Encircling the pupil is a deep gold color, as if one were looking at a pure bar of shining gold. Within his pure orbs, are flecks and swirls of lighter gold as if the stars themselves are always within his vision. When one looks into his eyes, they will see themselves reflected within his pure colors, and appearing as if though they themselves were among the stars within his own eyes.
To complete his look, the fur upon his body is longer then that of normal wolves. Swirling tendrils of fur are longest upon the upper thighs, elbows, sides of his head starting at the base of his ears and running downwards halfway down his face. He is truly a sight to behold. To wrap up his appearance, though given his silk like fur, he seems to be a wolf reincarnation of a lion. Muscles ripple under his coat, large paws walk the land with a confident stride, claws often tilling the soil. Though his coat emanates grace, he is a fierce warrior unafraid of anything the world has to throw at him.

Rp Sample: Sharp winds blew across his pelt as he walked the lands of the North. today had been particularly stormy, so he braved through it as he tried to find a place of shelter. The blizzard seemed to get stronger as time went on, dragging at his frozen paws. Luckily he had a thick pelt, and it would help to keep him warm and protect his skin from frostbite though there was no telling for how long. Narrowed eyes would attempt to see through the flurry, but his vision lacked as he could hardly see in front of him. Stifling a sneeze, he glanced about for somewhere, anywhere that could be possible refuge. With the wind blowing at his tail and his ears flattened to his skull, he pressed on towards a barely visible mountain side. What seemed like forever, which in reality was only about a half hour or so, his paws would step onto the cold stone floor of the mountain side he had hoped to reach. He moved alongside the rocks, trying to find some sort of shielding from the torrential blizzards. Within moments, his foot had stumbled into an open crack in the land and his weight would pull him forward. The rock gave way underneath him, and with a gasp of surprise he would tumble down about ten feet before falling into darkness. With ragged gasps of breath from the cold, he looked about the darkness. The side of his body sore from the fall when it hit the hard stone ground. With a heavy groan he'd lift himself up and look around. It appeared he had fallen into a cavern, though where it might be he had no clue. Darkness enveloped his surroundings save for the stream of light that came in from the hole he had fallen through. He shook his pelt roughly, shaking off the snow and frost that had threatened to envelop him. He moved quietly on his large paws, his slightly long claws clicking quietly upon the ground as he moved to investigate his surroundings. He was in a large open room, many ledges all around as if they formed a stairway to heaven. Thinking twice about his investigation, he decided to seek out a high enough ledge to rest on, especially since his body seemed to protest against his further walking.

With ease, he would pull his large muscular body atop one ledge, and steadily climbed upwards. The muscles in his limbs protesting with each movement, fire burning in his body as his muscles screamed for him to stop. Upon reaching the place where he would rest, a ledge that was at least twenty feet from the ground he would slide wearily onto his stomach to rest. One paw dangled over the edge as his eyes searched the gloom. At least here, he was safe from the raging blizzard outside. Now the matter was finding his way out and figuring out where he was. With a heavy sigh, he began to think about his family...more importantly, his sister Felicita. "Where are you sister...? Are you nearby? Are you on the other side of this continent? I need to know that you're safe...I'll find you, our bond is too strong. I'm coming sister...you can be sure of it." his voice came out in a whisper, echoing off the cavern walls as his lids became heavy. He was so exhausted, so for now he would succumb to sleep. Tomorrow, he would find his way out and look for his sister...he had to. He could feel that she was here, close by but exactly how close he didn't know. Darkness would envelop him as he curled up into a ball of silken fur, paws covering his frozen nose as he drifted off into the land of dreams...into the land where he would find his sister.

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