WE ARE TITANS
11-22-2013, 04:05 AM
Name: Atlas Olympus Personality: Birthed from the greatest, Atlas is a remarkable specimen that walks the lands. He is often quiet, speaking usually when the occasion calls for it. Though he will bark out orders when necessary, and if the job doesn't get done then he will take it upon himself to make sure it gets finished within adequate time. He is caring only for those he gets close to, and so far it's only been his own immediate family. He is very protective of his sister Phoebe, and travels by her side and rarely lets her out of his sights. He is untrusting of strangers, often coming to greet them with raised hackles and narrowed eyes. Most of the time Atlas is a calm and level headed individual, mostly thinking through things, however, he has caught himself acting the opposite on many occasions. He seeks to be a leader, to be above others, and to exert his strengths and potential power over others. He will take command only from his own family, and maybe from those that he finds are suitable of leading. Often, however, he might defy the orders of an Alpha who has little influence or hold on him. Atlas is pure warrior, he knows his way in combat and is knowledgeable in tracking and hunting, as these are skillsets often used for him and his sister. He excels in tracking, is an avid hunter, and is capable of learning paths and the lay of the land fairly quickly, thus giving him the advantage of navigation should he need it. Although he can be difficult to deal with, he will give full and unwavering loyalty to the deserving Alpha. Atlas is not a love seeker. He never gives much thought to it, never really looked, and doesn't really believe that it exists. Maybe somewhere in the deepest pits of his mind and heart he might believe that it's true, but he has yet to see nor believe it. This causes him to be cold and emotionless towards other wolves, other then his own family and his sister. Often times this is a problem issue, as he will subconsciously and accidentally push away those trying to get close to him. If he ever does find one that manages to open his heart, then he can be a very loving and devoted husband. However, that may take quite a while as well as quite a battle. Atlas can be quite the charmer, even though half of what he tells a pretty girl are lies. Seldom does he speak the truth to flatter someone, but perhaps one day he will actually mean it. Appearance: Upon sighting the regality of this handsome beast, many seek to recruit him into their midst. He is all but marred with disfiguring scars, his pelt an unbroken masterpiece of colors. His coat is a mixture of russet reds, dark browns, sandy cr?me and charcoal. The majority of his body is russet red, this color far more vibrant on his front legs and the center of his face. Sandy cr?me masks the underside of his muzzle and falls down to cover his throat and wraps around his neck to blend with the black that covers the topside of his neck, head, and shoulders. He is dappled with sandy cr?me and black much like the stars littered across the night sky. Charcoal black is intermixed into the rest of his tail, falling into a thin streak down the top part of his tail, and the very tip of that is dipped in charcoal ink. He is quite a sight, his looks attract many though that doesn't mean he actually tries to attract them. His eyes are well defined in the setting colors of his pelt. His left is a deep cool silver color, whilst the other is deep fiery orange. His fur tones compliment his eye tones, thus making him quite the attractive character. Underneath this attractive pelt, the body underneath is riddled with power packed muscle that he keeps well toned with lots of training. His pelt may make him look soft, though when engaged in combat his opponent will certainly find hidden surprises underneath his tri-toned coat. Scars litter his body as well, though none prominent enough to mess up the sleek look of his coat unless one looks close enough. He has a few bite marks here and there, but it is to be expected when ones life revolves around fighting and conflict. RP Sample: Annoyance prickled at his fur as his sister licked his cheek and took off. Although she knew that he disliked her going off anywhere alone, she still went. "Phoebe! Where are you going?! Stay-" but she was already gone. "Here." dual toned eyes watched her disappear into the brush. Although he was highly annoyed, he knew he couldn't keep her near him at all times. She was growing older, perhaps a little more mature and she was no longer the pup she used to be. Flicking his tail, he turned the other way towards a small creek that ran for a few miles before meeting with a nearby pond. There he would lap up the cool liquid, raising himself after to take in the scents of the forest. He licked his maw in hunger, perhaps it was time for a hunt... Leaping over the water source, he would run into the trees to seek out one of the faint prey scents he had previously gotten a hold of. Perhaps he could have some food ready and waiting for when Phoebe returned. Snow crunched under his feet as it sprayed behind him. He would be on the trail of a fresher rabbit, even though it wouldn't be much he figured it would be the best he could do for now. Winter was here, so that meant scarce prey. Stopping to a softened halt, he put his senses on alert as he tried to pinpoint the direction of his prey. A smirk creasing his features when he spotted prints in the snow, no more then minutes old as he studied them. Moving swiftly forward, he followed at a quick pace to catch up before it would disappear into its den for the day. Piercing gaze kept on the trail until it ended abruptly in a cluster of bushes. Tentatively, he sniffed around the area, and a small pelt would suddenly burst past him and towards an escape. Whirling to give chase, he broke out in a run after the rabbit prey that had made it's futile attempt at getting away. Tearing through snow and shrubbery, he was hot on the tail of the unfortunate creature. Hot breath stirred the rear fur of the animal, jaws gaping open so teeth could sink into the hind end and grasp it before it got away. With a snarl, he snapped forward and a pained squeal would emanate from the pitiful creature. He came atop it before it had a chance to kick out, releasing his grip on the rump to snap teeth on it's head, crushing it with bone breaking force. Slowly he would lift his prey and turn, triumphant as he would return then to his den site and wait for his sister to return. Although he was not happy with her leaving, he would have his say in the matter when she returned... Speech Thought Others |
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