TIME WILL KILL US AFTER ALL

Design # 6
Name: Cecil
Gender: Male
Personality:
Cecil is dependent, to put it mildly. Being born blind the boy gets easily attached to those who help him; this is of course a survival mechanism, something designed to help the boy continue to survive despite his obvious disadvantage. Cecil is naturally cautious, approaching new people and things tentatively and often with a guide to help him just in case. From a young age in fact Cecil will grow close to his mother and any siblings he can, depending on them to an extreme amount.

Seemingly at odds with his dependant nature Cecil will have a great sense of humor, able to take jabs at both himself and dish them out. His humor is such that he is even able to make jokes about his own short comings such as blindness. He is also rather clever, making up for his lack of any physical ability by being quick to find a solution.

To say the boy was charismatic might be an understatement, the boy practically exudes charm, something he seems to have gotten from his father somehow.

Apperance:
Cecil isn?t the most stunning of wolves being mostly a slate grey color, except for a large black spot that covers his back from his shoulders to the base of his tail and for his face which is a brighter sort of silver, giving him a somewhat ghostly appearance. Adding to his eerie appearance are his eyes, a bright almost silvery white that mark the boy as blind.

Despite his parent?s large size he will not grow quite so big, perhaps that is for the better. Though not small by any means he does not tower over others the way his parents do. Standing at 36? in height and weighing a hefty 139 pounds still towers over smaller wolves but possess a sort of slim figure in proportion to his height.

RP Sample
Cecil was in darkness, not that there was much light or color in the blind boy?s world but this darkness was different, heavier and absolute. It was either night or he had wandered out of the reach of the light. He lifted his muzzle drawing in a deep breath, scenting the air trying to determine how fresh it was. Because of his lack of sight his other senses were heightened, he could hear things others couldn?t always and he seemed to feel things sometimes but mostly it was his sense of smell that was strongest. The air here smelt fresh enough, he wasn?t underground.

So night then? a moonless one he?d have to assume. Normally the moon shed some light upon his black world, just enough to create shadows before his sightless yes but not tonight. The boy tipped his head back and let out a slight whimper, he wasn?t sure how he had managed to wander so far away from his family but being lost was more than a little distressing for the boy. He would have to follow his own scent trail back, as hard as that would be. It was always there, just a little pinprick in the back of his mind but mostly forgotten, mostly indiscernible from the other smells around him.

?Oh why did I have to get up from sleeping?? He asked himself as he lowered his nose to the ground attempting to pick up his own scent, much harder than he?d thought it?d be; which was saying something. ?Oh yeah? Because I had to relieve myself?? He chuckled to himself attempting to find his way back home.